Over the years, we used to hear about Sal’s (my mom) Wild West days in the 1930s, panning for gold. This was likely all triggered by both some financial despair in NYC and my grandfather’s deep-seated appetite for risk. Fortunately, my sister June sat down with Sal and asked her about them and recorded her. (Reminder to everyone, record your parents’ histories before it’s too late). I edited my mom’s comments a bit, but here you go.