Lance, Jace, Jagger, Nona and Jaxon
An ancient fish – thirty feet long and weighing as much as three elephants
A 71-million-year-old dinosaur. Check out the teeth.
Our tour guide, plus some folks on the left
I arrived in Longview, Alberta last night to see my brother-in-law Lance and his family. This morning we were up bright and early for the three-hour drive to the Royal Tyrrell Museum. We were immersed in the paleontology of long ago creatures, especially dinosaurs. The above four photos all depict ancient ones.
I could give you the science of it all but that wouldn’t be as cool as goofing around. It’s astounding how old these creatures are … so many millions of years. What’s not astounding is how much I like having fun. I revel in doing strange things just for the joy of it. At one point, the family came upon a mummified dinosaur. It was protected by a rectangular glass cage, and a yellow line on the floor eighteen inches from the structure asked us to stay back a bit. I decided to put my toes on the line and see if anyone would walk between me and the glass. Ahh … the study of human behaviour!
Two adults and nine kids made the journey between. I was hoping the numbers would be zero. Jace, Jagger and Jaxon saw me standing strangely and came over. Once I revealed my strategy, their toes joined mine. I guess our lineup was intimidating because no more “trespassing” ensued. Yes, it was a goofy thing to do, and yes, it made me happy.
When I was in Alberta a few weeks ago for Jaxon’s high school graduation, I arrived as a stranger to the family’s little white dog Melody. For four days she barked at this bad guy and nipped at my ankles. Then she gave it a rest. Yesterday, Melly yapped at me for half an hour before concluding that I was okay. Good news for my skin and vital organs. I told Jace that I’d “slipped her a ten” to get her to leave me alone.
This morning Jace asked me if I was going give a ten dollar bill to anyone else. I laughed. But as we strolled the Tyrrell, I decided to play. I folded a ten spot in half and subtly slipped it into Jace’s hand. A minute later, he returned the favour, with all the smooth grace of a drug dealer. We were having fun. Then I sat on a bench near a woman. I think she was cluing into what we were doing. So I reached over and put the ten dollar bill into her hand. We smiled together. “Give it to somebody else. You can have the experience of receiving and then giving. And so can the next person.” She nodded. She stood. She walked over to a dad, standing close to his daughter. She started talking. I walked away.
That ten dollars hopefully travelled throughout the Tyrrell Museum. Maybe its journey was brief, ending in an opened wallet or purse. But perhaps it went on for hours. I’ll never know.
I’m smiling now as I remember the giving. Priceless.