Hunting history is a dirty job

Spent the afternoon lifting and sifting through artifacts belonging to the bank I work for.  We are working on sorting things into an artful exhibit for a new display for the lobby of our founding location.  The 40 pound ledgers, dusty scrapbooks of newspaper clippings, and rusty metal trunks with odds and ends of collected items were coated with years of dust .  Clearly not thinking ahead this morning I wore a white sweater and came home covered in the dust of disintegrating dyed leather.  I looked like I'd been rolling around in a desert of red rock, dusting out bones of dinosaurs.  Next time I do this I'm calling Mike Rowe.