Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I slipped over to Yahoo News when I got online this morning, wanted to find out whether the world went up in smoke during the night. Turns out all the news is piddly stuff mostly, nosy things allowing the non-celebrities spot checks into what life’s like for the sainted big named and big-breasted.
But something caught my eye about some 10 year old kid who found a mummy in the attic of the house his grandparents owned. Brought to mind what a great judge of character I pride myself being.
Early 2000s a friend of mine died near Belen, NM. He and I loved the same books about history, etc, and he used to joke he’d leave me that several walls of books we both cherished, when he died. And I’d tell him I would kill him if he left me those books to have to drag around and find someone else to leave them to.
His house was a museum of artifacts he’d found. We’d even done some artifact searching together. I think some of those mini-balls on one of the lead pictures on this blog were found when we were somewhere together.
So when I saw in the Albuquerque paper that he’d died I was careful not to contact anyone concerning the fact we knew one another. Not because I was afraid he’d left me those books, either.
Turned out he’d been robbing graves down in the neighborhood of where those mini-balls were found. Maybe graves elsewhere, old ones.
Back room of that house was jam-packed with human remains a century-or-more old. Bastard never showed them to me, all the time we were sitting around drinking coffee and talking about history.
Which I suppose is okay, because I put a high value on his friendship, enjoyed knowing him a lot. And sometimes even then I’d forget how old I was and have to decide spur-of-the-moment whether to open a can of whupass on someone.
In his case if I’d known what he had in that back room we might have had to pick our weapons out of his museum and go at it. I had a lot of mixed feelings swirling around inside me when the news came out and he had his brief day in the sun.
I’d have never suspected it of him. So he’s the exception proving the rule. I’ve got everyone else figured out.