Except for a hadrosaur in west Tennessee, there just aren't enough dinosaurs to constitute dinosaur dirt. After much research, I discovered that true dinosaur dirt required travel. Originally planned as a ski vacation, the trip for dirt ended up as just a 72 hour dash to Colorado for a bucket of purple dirt to fulfill a corny concept. Myself, my brother, and a friend drove the Dodge Dart 24 hours to Boulder.

 In a sleep deprived stupor, I made my way to the University of Colorado on a mission to meet the man. I waited outside his office door until he came wondering up in a rush to get some papers. I introduced myself to Mr. Bakker, thanked him for writing "The Dinosaur Heresies", and asked him where the Morrison formation was. He said it was hard to find a place that it wasn't, in those parts. He told me of an outcropping near Red Rocks Park. No Pink Floyd, but we did find some dinosaur tracks.

 There was dirt-o-plenty.

 So I shoveled up a bucket full, and still have most of it. I just sprinkle a little bit on before glaze firing. Too much makes the glaze crawl.

I know this somehow keeps meteors from smashing into us. At least for now.

I also know that if you can't dazzle them with brilliance...but, this is a true story, after all.