Ingrit and Daddy went out to cheer for some weirdos. (Awards ceremony for a scrabble tournament that Daddy did not play in.) On the way home they took a little detour to find some buried treasure in the parking lot of an auto repair shop. ... Seems a little against the spirit of geocaching: middle of town, nowhere near a park, wondering if the treasure is any one of the ten thousand Arby's wrappers that had blown into the hedges.) But we made the score and had a little fun. I mean, you can't go hiking in the woods every day.