Yesterday finally took out my Minelab to see how I did using my right hand, went to the Park my partner was hunting and started swinging, and was very odd, after about 15 minutes I told Tim I'd had enough, didn't dig anything, so switched hands, and a very hurting elbow, swung towards the car, ONLY signal I dug, maybe five inches deep, only my second mans Class Ring dated 1972. Now here's where it gets strange. I work for Kraft, and on a daily basis I'm in 4-6 stores a day. Today I was in Walmart here in Richmond, talking to one of the girls and mention the ring, she graduated from the School in, you guessed it, 1972. Didn't have the ring, but told her the initials and after about five minutes of thinking she gave me a name and said he's a Captian of the Police. I turned around and there's a Richmond Officer shopping, asked if he knew the guy and got a yes, he's going to give my name and number and have the guy call. I wish all class rings were this easy to return.