Like I once wrote, "I like shiny things." Turns out, I like them even more when they're under the microscope. As a kid, I grew up in rural Massachusetts on a dirt road with an old wooden bridge that spanned a narrow stream. I spent many hours under that bridge looking for special rocks; ones that I believed might contain diamonds or rubies. I called this place beneath the bridge, "my fock factory."
I still have one only now, it's in my apartment. Right beside my bed on the table I have a Meiji microscope and a range of gemological equipment so that if I am compelled at three in the morning to study the interior of corundum (sapphire) or the fine horsetail inclusions within a Demantoid garnet from the Urals, I can go right ahead. Christopher sleeps through anything.