When I was a boy in a little southern town, Bobby Page, whose Daddy drove a Pepsi-Cola truck, taught me the fine art of rock sniffing. I saw him doing it and asked about it. He said get your own rock. I've been getting my own rock ever since. Nosing around the Grand Canyon helps me sniff deep time. You want to know about this? I utter the words of my teacher:
Get your own rock.
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