Old Texans and a Snicker bar


This “blog” has turned into a Forrest Fenn, Thrill of the Chase, Treasure Hunting thought spot for me, rather than my usual mindless dribble.  That’s probably better anyway.  I’m not even interested in my mindless dribble and few others are anyway.

So the other day I have a conversation with myself, which annoys my wife to no end, and I say, “Self.”

Self says “Yes?”, in a British accent.  Not sure why my Self has a british accent but ya know, I try not to question my Self to much.  It gets confusing.

“Self”, says I,  “Your never gonna figure out this poem.  There’s just too many variables.” Let me interject here and state that I have the math skills of a 5th grader so using a math type word like “variables” is big for me… carrying on then…

Self takes a moment, scratches his chin, gazes blankly at the wall and then… well… that’s about all I got out of Self during that conversation.  Once he zones out, there’s no getting me Self back.

So instead I sat down and did this:

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“Uhmm.. why?”, you may ask. Well, when I get to thinking I like to do things with my hands and though you might not be able to tell from this particular graphic, I have a experience playing with graphic design applications.

During this process, I’m also thinking. Thinking about how I need a snack of some sweet sort but also about how to use my special skills to find the Fenn Treasure.  It turns out after some deep thought that I have few special skills that would help me in this so I went and got a snickers.

My plan, as it stands, is to think like a Texan, since Mister Fenn is one.  As things would have it, I am a Texan also.  I spent a good deal of my youth walking the Texas woods, bypassing rattlesnakes and picking up Comanche arrow heads here and there, so I think as far as thinking like a Texan goes, I got that covered.

So, my first question, utilizing my new mode of thinking style is, where would an old Texan hide a treasure chest full of, well, treasure?  I am not an “old” Texan, I am just a middle aged Texan who lives in New Mexico, so the answer I came up with is:  An old Texan would hide his treasure close to where he lives. Since Mister Fenn lives in New Mexico, much like myself, I’m going with the treasure being in New Mexico.

Next step is to decide where in New Mexico an Old Texan would hide a treasure. Now I’ve seen all the interviews and read the book as much as anyone else and have come up with the clue that the treasure is close to…some sort of … water source… now I could be completely wrong about this, but this is what my Texan gut is feeling.  Water.

Join me next time as I reveal the third clue of my newly found Texas intuition. Hint: It has to do with trees….

You’re welcome.

Here’s proof of my Texas genealogy, for any doubters out there wondering about my Texas credentials:

Old Texas Kin Folk

Old Texas Kin Folk

Old Texas Kin-Folk.

So, now you know you have no chance of finding this treasure before me.  Maybe you use common sense, problem solving, and other such fancy skills… I on the other hand rely entirely on… uh… what was I saying again?  Hmmm.. never mind,  I think I need to go get a Snickers….

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Cold, Old and Without a Clue


The Sandia Mountains are topped with a fresh coat of New Mexico snow and looking

This photo was taken by Angelyna Dale, a junior from Cleveland High School. 2010

mighty majestic this New Years day.  I know that just north of them and me, Santa Fe got hit with a pretty good storm too, according to my sister who lives there, and thus I can assume that the mountains north of Santa Fe are wrapped up for the winter in a blanket of heavenly white.

Fenn’s Treasure, that elusive box of mineral deposits coveted by anyone who’s heard the story and read the poem, is no doubt laying unassuming, surrounded by a frosty forest and amid the litter of snow-covered leaves left from fall. Not far from it, an icy body of water, whatever type of water that may be, is trickling with icicles, frozen in time.  The “House of Brown” surely has their fire going and the enigmatic “blaze”, looks down over the winter laden landscape, holding it’s secret close.

Winter has come and whether or not you think the treasure lies in Yellowstone or New Mexico or even Canada, it is covered up well until spring.

Each time I look north to the Sandia’s or drive up to Santa Fe, my thoughts are never far from Fenn’s Treasure and I ask myself would it be worth it, to battle the snow, and take arms up against the frost giants that walk through the cold, dark forests, to rescue, (yes I said rescue) this treasure from its cold penetrating prison…

“Your effort will be worth the cold…”
so says Mister Fenn. 
The brave will find it, whether young or old,
Just first determine to begin. 

Find Browns house and knock three times
Then set it all ablaze
Drink from the water of the lukewarm well
And you’ll solve the treasures maze. 

Somewhere up there in those mountains is a frozen metal box containing riches and history beyond anything I’ve ever known….  but I won’t be finding it this winter.

It’s too cold and I’m too old to be falling
into an icy grave.
But should you try, live or die – I’ll dub
thee mighty brave.
(or just stupid, depending on the situation…)

When springs rolls around though, and the dripping of snow runs down the mountain side, I’ll see ya in the trees.

Happy New Year.  (also, you’re welcome for the poetry) Heh.

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Hope


Just as God was with Joseph and Mary as they traveled to give birth to Jesus, He is also with you, even in your darkest times and most dire straits.

Hope is not some far away star that you wish upon. Hope was born in a manger. Hope walked and talked among men. Hope died on a cross then brushed the dust of death off his shoulder and rose from that hollow hole in the dirt so that the whole world might live.

In each corner of every city are people who sleep under covers of cardboard and families who struggle to feed their children. Some of them think Hope is dead. Perhaps this Christmas and every day after, we should do what we can to remind them that Hope is not dead. You’d be surprised how little it takes to bring Hope into someones world. A simple manger was enough for Mary and Joseph.

We would like to wish everyone, here and there and in between a very Merry Christmas.

2 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register.
4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to himand was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. – Luke 2:1-20

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Since I haven’t really gotten the chance to do much searching for the Fenn treasure, and as winter is coming on, I thought I’d let the boy work out the puzzle for me. I’m sure he’ll have an answer for me by spring.

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If not sooner…

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Rich, Handsome and Famous


I am currently contemplating a trip up north of Santa Fe to do some treasure hunting. The Fenn Treasure is apparently still out there, waiting patiently, watching the bears, elk and squirrels ramble by, who sniff curiously at this odd rock sitting in their territory.  I assume that’s it’s “sitting” and not buried or immersed in water.  My assumptions are not aways correct though.

I’m still looking for work so time isn’t so much a factor, though perhaps it should be.

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Resting in Old town with Little Ricky

Telling my wife, who works everyday that I’m gonna go up in the mountains for a day or so while she watches our 15 month old and handles the 15 year olds drama, is akin to walking up to a Marine and slapping him in the face… the effect may be less harmful but the intent to do great bodily damage to me would be the same.

Irma and I on our wedding day

I love my wife.  Just want to put that out there.

Anyway, the point is that I am “considering” a treasure hunting trip”, whether that will happen or not remains to be seen.  I’ve read the book, looked at the interviews, read the blogs of others out there searching, so I have an idea or two on where it might be. 

My ideas though, go no further than the northern New Mexican border. Out of work fella’s with families can’t afford to be hopping all over the country looking for treasure. Since I hold no great credence to the possibility of actually finding the Fenn Treasure as it is, spending too much time on it would be in poor judgement. Not that I am opposed to using poor judgement as a general rule, poor judgement has usually gotten me in some horribly, exciting situations. As most would agree, those are usually the most memorable.

Speaking of poor judgement, I also started a business. And by “start” I mean got a business license.  Not much has evolved from that though.  Fish in a Tree is the name and I’m still working on figuring out what the business is.  I hear smart folk write business plans and such… no ones ever accused me of being smart folk though. Smart ass, sure. Handsome, yeah. Gorgeous and charming even, but not so much smart.

The business will be something creative, but whether that’s doing graphic design work, as my past would assume or some other creative pursuit is yet to be seen. In general I want to be able to work in a job that is beneficial to my community in some way but also allows me to make a comfortable living.  Is that too much to ask?

Eh,  I dunno.  I work hard when I work and believe that work itself is noble and should be given a 100 percent when doing it. Whatever that work is.  Finding the work is another matter though.  If you see me in McDonalds one of these days, you can believe I will make you the freshest damn Quarter Pounder that ever got made!

Petroglyph National Monument

In other news, I’ve been doing local hikes here and there. Albuquerque and the surrounding area has a plethera of great hiking as well as history.

Once in awhile I’ll find some out the way place that hardly gets any traffic

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Buried Knick Knacks

Cliff in the Ojito Wilderness

and I’ll dig a hole, drop in a container with some knick-knacks about myself and my thoughts.  Mark the spot, then in 20 years I’ll give the hints to my son and let him go find em.  In 20 years I’ll be 61ish. If I’m still walking the earth, and I want my son to get out and see the world.  Maybe these kind of things will get him moving. 20 year olds are notoriously hard to get moving in case you have’t noticed.  I hope at the very least, if I’m not around, it will give him appreciation for the outdoors.  Hopefully I’ll be here, but God takes us in His time, not ours.

 Finally, I am currently reading “Rio Del Norte” by Carroll L. Riley. It’s a fascinating look at the history of the folk who have occupied the upper Rio Grande Valley since prehistoric time. I have an idea for a novel that deals with this, which is why it’s fascinating to me. There i go again with my “idea’s”.  One of these days my “ideas” will make me rich, handsome and famous… hopefully though that fame doesn’t involve prison time. Heh. I kid.

Kinda.

So, there it is. Another long post in the life of me.

You’re welcome. I’ll see ya in the hills.

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Forrest Fenn and the Elusive Treasure of Santa Fe


In case you missed it, Forrest Fenn, a retired Art dealer out of Santa Fe, New Mexico, a seasoned Vietnam Veteran who was shot down twice on missions, and most important an old Texas boy like myself, has hidden an estimated 2 million dollar treasure chest somewhere in the mountains “North of Santa Fe”.

This happened a couple of years ago and from what I can gather there have been thousands of people out looking for it.  If anyone has found it yet, they’re not telling. Forrest Fenn has a resource page set up with interviews and blogs about the search here.  He also has a memoir out, that, along with the interesting life he’s led, also includes clues to the treasure, the most important clue being the poem, that if “followed precisely will lead to the treasure.

The book can only be bought at Collected Works Bookstore in Santa Fe, and the proceeds go to the book store and to cancer research.

So, I drove up to Santa Fe the other day to buy the book.   As I was buying it the clerk asked me if I will be the one who finds the treasure.  She said it playfully (I’m sure she get’s all kinds of folk in there looking for the book)  but I just shook my head no and said I’m not looking for it.

That may have been a lie.  I’m not looking for it “seriously”, in that, I’m not spending every dime I have chasing clues in the boondocks, but I live fairly close to the guesstamated area so I figure, if nothing else, it would make for a good weekend excursion now and then. Plus, I think I have some good ideas on possible locations.  Sherlock Holmes I am not though, so don’t expect me to return one of these days a bonified millionaire.  Mostly expect me to return, full of scrapes and bruises, smelling like a wet molded pine cone and needing a shower, which if you know me at all, is pretty much heaven for me anyway….

It won’t be very often,. I’m still looking for work, (times are tough out there) but maybe I can scrape enough dough together once in a while to make a trip up north of Santa Fe.  Just north though.

Here’s the Poem for anyone interested:

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I’ve done it tired and now I’m weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
-Forrest Fenn

The book itself is an interesting read, if you like reading about individual histories of folk, and I do.  I think Forrest Fenn has led a more than usual interesting life.  I’d suggest buying it direct from the store though, Amazon has used copies going for 130 bucks a piece.

And that is my every-now-and-then blog entry.  You’re welcome.

Also, some blogs that might come in helpful if you decide to look for it..or just help me. 🙂

Dal Neitzel’s Blog

Mountain Walk

Mark Dreyer’s Blog

WHAT’S A BLAZE?

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Is it the TRUTH?

Is it FAIR to all concerned?

Will it build GOODWILL and BETTER FRIENDSHIPS?

Will it be BENEFICIAL to all concerned?

That is from the Rotary International Club, of which I am not a member.  I don’t really meet the criteria.  I like that though.  I like the idea of it, even if it isn’t really seen much these days.   Business is about money and the bottom line.  Ask any of us conservatives.  You don’t get a job so the company can give you money for nothing.  How much money they give you though, is up to them.  Whether or not you decide that works for you, is up to you.

Recently my employer came to my work place and told me they are shutting down my department.  The company just can’t afford to keep it going.  He went on to tell me that he is sorry and hates having to let people go.   I believe him.  It sucks when you know the people who work for you and know they have a family and bills just like everyone and that this decision could hurt him/her.

I appreciate that he came this long way to tell me in person.  I completely understand his reasoning.  I agree with it.   When you are trying to keep a business going, you can’t keep someone employed simply because they might have a family and bills.   I would never want to be somebody’s charity.

It sucks having to let someone go.  It sucks being let go.  Life goes on.   I respect this company and the choices they have to make.

So, here I am, about to be searching for a job again at 41 years old, with a wife and children to support. With bills to pay and hopes to strive toward.   People keep telling me that I should take some time and find what it is I really want to do.  Don’t jump at the first offer.   I like the thought but time and want isn’t the most important thing.  I look at all this OWS stuff and think, they are so backward.  I get it.  You want to do what makes you happy.  You want other people to help facilitate that happiness.  You think you are owed happiness.   You are not. I am not.

So, I will take the first job I can get so that the bills can be paid and food can be bought.  Whether it’s milking black widow spiders by hand, (which would be my worst nightmare by the way) or  mopping  up after a horse breeding session….like my mother has always said anytime I may tried to complain, “You do what you gotta do”.

Sound advice for the ages.

Having said that, and getting back to my original point, if I could have that dream job, the job I want, the job that would bring joy to the pits of my soul, it would be those first four sentences.

What?  That’s not a job, you say?  Well, if it were a  job, that would be it.  It’s an idea. I know.  Even though I understand money makes the world go around, and even though I get that companies do and should have the right to fire and hire people any time they want, that money will always be the bottom line for any job,  my dream job would be all about Truth and Fairness and Goodwill and Beneficial to All.

So I’m downsized.  It happens.  MY next job is probably gonna suck more than previous.  Ok. God has my back.  This I know. The Bible tells me so. (I just made that up, you can use it if you want) And my dream “job” is probably what my life should look like.  Maybe that’s what I’m talking about here.  Not a job or lack there of, but my life.  My life, has absolutely nothing to do with money or jobs or the bottom line.

Integrity is what I want for my life and the jobs that come with it.  That would be awesome. Yes. I said “awesome. “

Job. No job.  Not really the point of life.

It’s scary, but it’s just a thing.

I get it now.  Thanks for letting me work it through here.  It’s all gonna be okay.

Sincerely,

Jobless Guy

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I was writing a post.  My computer froze.  When it thawed, my post of a single word, “was”, was sent into the bowels of the Internets via twitter and the Facebook.

That’s a bit embarrassing, especially since I had not planned on publicising this post since it’s late and I’m apt to write something stupid.

I’m glad I missed that bullet….

I’ll write at you later, when I have something profound and world shattering important to discuss. Like why I believe dogs, or rather, the hair dogs shed, could save the world.

Nobel rising…. stay tuned.

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This being a Saturday,  I felt obligated to write something profound and valuable to the community at large. In actuality, I have nothing profound or valuable to communicate.

My 8 month old son is bouncing in his jumper thingy. He hasn’t pooped yet this morning that I am aware of.  I’ll check, hold on… nope, no poopies in the pantalones. His mother is at work and I was thinking I might take him to the mountains to do some hiking and – but being the ever aware father I am, I thought perhaps 8 months old may be a bit too young to hike in the mountains.

He hasn’t started walking yet, or crawling for that matter, so it might be a bit difficult for him to carry a 20 pound pack. Well, maybe next month.

That’s a bout all I have this morning.  I hope this helps you in some small way.  I’m here to serve. I’m a server…

 

 

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Politcal Christianity?


I don’t recall a time in my life where politics and religion weren’t talked about in the same sentence.  If you are a Christian, you are a republican.  That’s the law.  I’m not sure who’s law it is, though I’m fairly certain at this point that it’s not God’s law.

Jesus is a republican.

No?  No.  I’m gonna go out on a limb and just say that.  Jesus is NOT a republican.  Neither is he a democrat or a liberal or a libertarian or a Greeny or a tea partier.   If I’m wrong, I’m wrong.  I’m not though.  That’s what’s great about being me.  I get to decide if I’m wrong or not.

Let me just state for the record,  I am a Christian AND a Conservative.   I am not a Christian Conservative.   I’m not sure how that works, but in my own mind I separate the church and state.  Many of the same issues I believe strongly in converge with the two but they are always, in my mind, separate.

Politically, I support those things that, as a Christian, I believe line up with my moral compass granted to me by the Holy Spirit.  Don’t get me wrong, my moral compass is way out of whack and I don’t ever want to pretend that I use that moral compass all the time or even most of the time.  I’m a sinner and that throws off the magnetic field of my compass quite a bit when I let it and I let it a lot.

Back to my point of how I perceive the two and also separate them. With some talking points that are generically considered republican issues.

Conservative me: I think abortion is the killing of innocent children, human life. No matter how long its been conceived for.  I would like to see our government stop sanctioning it.

Christian me: I think abortion is the killing of innocent children, human life. No matter how long its been conceived for.   Jesus Christ died on the cross for that woman or girl who walked into an abortion clinic just as much as he died for me.  Is her sin any greater than mine?

Well, I don’t know dear fella, what have you done?

I’ve done plenty in my life that were it not for the grace of God and the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, would warrant me a death sentence.  Maybe not by man’s law, but by Gods.

21 “You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘You shall not murder,[a] and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.’ 22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister[b][c] will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’[d] is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.  Mathew 5:21

Yeah.  Abortion is murder.  And yeah, I’ve been plenty angry in my life and I can’t tell ya how many times I’ve called someone an idiot.   My sin is equal to hers AND the doctor who performed the abortion.  Not less. Not greater. Equal.

Conservative me:  I would like to see our borders guarded and protected from potential enemies.  I would like everyone who comes here to work and pay taxes. (Even my conservative self doesn’t want closed borders. Sorry.)

Christian Me: Jesus, our Christ with Mary and Joseph fled to Egypt, presumably illegally, where they lived for a time in a different culture and different language.  Whether they were “illegal” or not, they immigrated to find a better situation. (In their case, so Herod wouldn’t kill Christ)

Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2

15 We are foreigners and strangers in your sight, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope. 16 LORD our God, all this abundance that we have provided for building you a temple for your Holy Name comes from your hand, and all of it belongs to you. 1 Chronicles 29:15

I am a visitor to this world as are we all, no?   Who am I to tell someone coming here from another place, “Get out, and go back where you came from! There is no room for you here!”  Yeah, would I say that to Mary and Joseph too?  Would you?

I liked and referenced this article by Russell D. Moore, who, in honesty, don’t know a lot about. Here’s a couple of paragraphs from that:

Immigration isn’t just an issue. It’s an opportunity to see that, as important as the United States of America is, there will be a day when the United States of America will no longer exist. And on that day, the sons and daughters of God will stand before the throne of a former undocumented immigrant. Some of them are migrant workers and hotel maids now. They will be kings and queens then. They are our brothers and sisters forever.

We might be natural-born Americans, but we’re all immigrants to the kingdom of God (Eph. 2:12-14). Whatever our disagreements on immigration as policy, we must not disagree on immigrants as persons. Our message to them, in every language and to every person, must be “Whosoever will may come.”

Conservative Me:  I don’t want gay and lesbian couples to be recognized by the government as normal.

Christian me:  I don’t want adultery or any kind of extra marital sex to be considered okay.  Sex outside of marriage, (marriage being between a man and a woman,) is wrong. Just as wrong as sexual relations between man and man.

27 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’[e] 28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29 If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. 30 And if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell. Matthew 5:27

I still have both my eyes in my head.  Again, I am saved by God’s grace, though I’m most assuredly an adulterer.

I don’t really have much time to finish this, and I’m afraid if I come back to it later I will have lost my train of thought, so I’ll finish up with this:

God is bigger than the United States of America.  He is bigger than Obama or Romney or any other leader or wannabe leader.   Does God care that I post patriotic signs on Facebook declaring my love of Christ and my disgust with illegal immigrants or gay rights or liberals?  And if he does care, which direction does that go?

 

I don’t know.  My question is one that has been asked before and is one I struggle with answering myself, “If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? 47 And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?”

I am a christian and I am a conservative but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, I want to be a christ follower more than anything else and being that,  has nothing to do with anything political or earthly, does it?

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