It happened this way.When my daughter was young she was interested in dinosaurs.Most kids are.In fact, my wife and I went to a public lecture by a paleontologist in Edinburgh where he pointed out that the real experts on the subject in the audience were generally twelve or younger.I took an interest in what my daughter found fascinating, and you can’t study dinosaurs without knowing a bit of geology.Now, the professor’s lifestyle is a thing of wonder.You may have a heavy teaching and publication load, but the freedom to spend your unstructured summer time pure learning was (still is) a huge draw.I began studying geology.I joined the Wisconsin Geological Society.I was even made an officer.My, a biblical studies professor.
At one point I bought a jeweler’s loupe.Many geologists have them.To get down to the level of the crystalline structure of most rocks you’ll need something more powerful, but for fieldwork (and I’ve got a garage full of rocks to prove it) your average loupe will do.When Nashotah House decided I should no longer be a professor (and the rest of academe acquiesced) I seriously considered going back to school to study geology.Time was against me, however.I had to find a job with a family needing support, and so here I am in publishing instead.And not only that, but I’m a Bibles editor.Most people have no idea what that means.Some days even I don’t.But one thing I have learned is that you’ve got to know your leather.
This is a bit uncomfortable to me as a vegan, but I have learned that many people want their Bibles wrapped up in animal sacrifice.I’ve also learned there are many different kinds of leather.The typical leather Bible is pigskin.Yes, that’s right.In the trade you can call a Bible with any animal hide leather.Bonded leather means that it’s pieces glued together.The most expensive Good Books are “genuine leather.”Cut from whole cloth, as it were.I keep my jeweler’s loupe in my work desk.Sometimes I need to look at something closely, off screen.My loupe came in a leather case.One of the sides peeled off during our move and I could see clearly what bonded leather means.In fact, the “nded” part of “bonded” is clearly visible like a secret Bible code on the underlayer of my case.Nothing, it seems, is ever wasted.
Old interests don’t die so much as they become sublimated.As a child I picked up a cheap “gem display” in a small cardboard box at a yard sale, probably for a quarter.A couple of the samples were missing, and those that remained were tiny, but I was fascinated that rocks came in such varieties, especially since the ones I tended to find on my own were all shades of gray.Science education wasn’t especially great in my small town, and besides, I had a massive interest in not going to Hell, so religious study took precedence over my predilections toward scientific studies.Still, as a child and later, I read a lot about science and I never doubted that it could teach us about the natural world.Years later I rediscovered my love of rocks.I joined the Wisconsin Geological Society.I bought a rock hammer.I began hounding.
One of the first truisms you learn about life is that movers don’t like heavy things.Seems that if you are in the business of helping people move (for money, no less), you might be stoic about such matters.But I have yet to move and not have the guys complain about all those boxes of books.Well, the rock collection is even heavier.I discreetly marked the boxes “heavy collection,” hoping nobody’d say “What you got in here, rocks?”Because, well, yes.I like rocks.While in Wisconsin the collection grew—we lived in a house at Nashotah, and we had space.I had a rock tumbler going in the basement.We attended rock and gem shows.Then we moved three times in three years.I became embarrassed of my petrine peccadillo.
On my way out the door yesterday, I spied a fossil I’d picked up in Ithaca.Immediately my old inclination to rocks returned.I don’t know why I bought so many books on geology and seriously considered changing professions after my academic position fell apart.Perhaps in a life so unstable rocks seemed solid, reliable.Or maybe it was nostalgia for my young days when a cheap white box of neatly labeled specimens provided hours of transfixed wonder.I still pick up interesting rocks, and even go to places where collecting is permitted.This whole world under our feet is full of surprises and an interesting stone can send me into a reverie that is, if I’m honest, as spiritual as it is scientific.