Chazz sat back after moving off a ways. He wanted to see the reaction. It wasn't going to be easy for the old man. Chazz had a picture in his house of his granparents sitting together on the beach. Most beach chairs were low to the ground, these weren't, these afforded old folks a short trip to vertical. The women weren't memborable, but the men were. Both we wearing white undershirts, one V-neck the other not, black shorts with gold clasp belt buckles, and black dress sock up to their knees. The old man was dressed the same way.
He was getting closer. The excitement in Chazz was building. Then whatever noise is made in those yellow headphones went off. The old man paused, and verified the noise with a couple of swipes. There was something there. He'd been doing this for years, so he didn't get excited. He got down on his knees and began to dig.