Poking around
...for
Treasure!
Dog nab it - I‘m tired of working for mildly appreciative others. I don’t mind my job of the present moment, except that I never seem to be able to get time off from it to explore the countryside; “The West”, as it is known in lore and fable.
Why do I stay hitched, as by an umbilical cord, to a time-clock when;
“...there is treasure in various amounts laying in secret places in every city, town, village, and hamlet and I would almost be willing to bet that every old farmstead in the united states has its own little treasure cache.”1
Why now? Well, I’ve been poking around this old world for 40 odd years, and I haven’t missed too many meals yet. Of course, I’ve played ‘em pretty close to the vest. I haven’t gambled, really, or gone into debt. I’ve bought only 2 lottery tickets in my whole life - and one of those I’ve never bothered to scratch off. I’ve lived it on the square, the up and up, heretofore, I’ve walked the straight and narra.
I’ve been lucky, I suppose, and I’m thankful for the blessings I’ve received. But I’d like to try some different approaches to life now. Call it a mid-life crisis (I am just past the exact mid-point of my life, if the gypsy is correct.)
All you’ve got to do in this life is eat your Wonderbread with the american cheese slice. Keep warm. I think I can manage that, come what may. Of course, some disaster may befall me, but that could happen at any time, could it not? I will try to be prepared for what fate may offer, but, after a certain point, how much does it behoove one really to hoard and scrimp and save?
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1 =Karl vonMueller, p.36, Treasure Hunter’s Manual #7, Ram Publishing Co.
