It is ironic that one week ago I was standing at a gold mine in the very dangerous, remote Orientale Province in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Ironic because today I am chaperoning my daughter’s 4th grade trip to Sacramento, our state capital, to learn about the history of our state, including the history of the California gold rush. Of course, a highlight of the trip is visiting inactive gold mines in the region. As I stood with my daughter and her friends deep in the tunnels of the Goldbug mine today, the docent turned out the lights to show how just how dark it is inside of a mine. My daughter said, “Mom it’s so dark I can’t tell if my eyes are opened or closed.” From the mouths of babes. . .
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