Robert Hopper, R.I.P.

Rocks. That’s what Robert Hopper was all about. Rocks. He loved them. He was the quintessential miner. He saw a nobility in wresting wealth from the earth. Indeed, he held mining, as he held, of all things, scrap- dealing, as the two noblest activities the common man could engage in. You could create yourself by picking up something that nobody else wanted, and moving it to a place where it had value, and you could profit from your endeavours. Robert, himself, he was a rock. A towering intellect with an insatiable curiosity about the nature of things, was Robert. Bob Hopper didn’t just seek knowledge; he dined on it. I could learn more in a one-hour’s lunch date about English Literature from Robert than I’d managed in four years studying it at university/ David Bond , Wallace Street Journal. More here .

Question: Do you have roots in Silver Valley mining?