Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for July 09, 2020

What makes it “Eastern”? Soy sauce?

Will he be able to recognize a gas line, or a water line!!!!

If you hit bricks you may have struck Great Wall.

Dig at an angle Clayton, you’ll miss the core and create a shortcut.

Maybe he should cal USGS to make sure it’s “Western Dirt”

This might take all day

Let’s give dad some of that Nuclear Coffee, he’ll get it done in no time

Sometimes worms look like noodles.

So Clayton, you know “Eastern” soil when you see it!

They’re too young to know geography. Adam?

Let me know when you get to the exotic dirt.

Clayton, maybe you’ll only have to go halfway, if you meet a Chinese boy coming the other way… ☺

I’m dying to know what the difference between Eastern and Western soil is.

With that garden spade he’s going to give up before he even hits water.

If it’s oily, you took a wrong turn and wound up in the middle east.

Given the size of the tailing pile.. that hole ain’t very deep

Something I would like to ask a flat-Earther: How thick is it? What’s on the other side?

I never tried to dig to China as a kid, but I did bury a chunk of coal. It’s probably still buried in my old backyard. Think I should go check to see if it’s a diamond yet?

Don’t go too deep, or Trump will put tariffs on the dirt you import.

When did the kids become dopes?

When we were living in Florida, my then 10-year-old son had a friend sleep over. The next morning, these two boys decided they wanted to see if they could push my garden hose into our sandy soil. They pushed it in pretty far, until they realized they could not pull it out. Being 10, they must have hoped no-one would notice and left. A few hours later, I needed to water something, and went to find my hose. I found it just as they had left it, stuck tight in the sand. I puzzled for a moment as to how it got there, and then I realized. I went in search of my son, the perpetrator. He ‘fessed up (what else could he do?). He said his friend helped him. Accordingly, we called up the friend’s parents, who we were good friends with, and told them about the dirty deed. Without even our having to ask, they said that they would bring their boy over. Those two spend the next hour-and-a-half digging out my hose, with me videotaping the whole affair. By the time they were able to get it out, they had dug a four-and-a-half foot deep hole in my yard! It has been close to 30 years since that happened, but we have never let our son forget.