Bill
had always wanted to be a paleontologist, but everyone told him it
was backbreaking work fraught with disappointment. He'd heard bone
diggers complain all the time about researching dig sites, breaking
out the picks and shovels, chipping away ever so carefully through
layer after layer of rock all on the hopes that they might find some
fossil, which they would have to painstakingly excavate over the
course of weeks, months, or sometimes longer. They would complain
about the risks of shipping the fossils back to universities and
museums. They shared horror stories of bones being damaged or lost
all together, of skeletons being assembled incorrectly.
He
never found it to be particularly difficult. In his experience,
skeletons could most reliably be found in museums, particularly
natural history museums and children's museums. Often times, there
next to the other skeletons that paleontologists had labored for
months and years over, he would find a wood frame, already
pre-gridded, brushes waiting, and without fail beneath a thin layer
of sand, dinosaur bones. He didn't even have to ship them. They were
already in the museum. He just brushed aside the dirt and called the
display complete before setting off for another museum in another
city to do the work others said was so hard. He could do several
complete digs in a week.
“Paleontology
isn't hard at all,” he would say as he dusted off the dirt of his
second skeleton of the day, conveniently located on the fourth floor
of the Orlando Science Center. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
- Originally mailed to S. Johnson in Lafayette, Indiana
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