This is a neat article about a Dad. An excerpt:
The thing is that he was convinced that the world was chock full of treasures that we couldn't see. We would go walking in the desert and he would pick up a stone and say that probably some Indian centuries ago used this rock in a spear. I believed him. Later I became more skeptical of these wild claims. But then I realized that Dad thinks treasures are everywhere, waiting to be found and appreciated.