This is a post I had fun writing on another blog of mine … and I wanted to post it on the Other Side of the Trees. Why? Because it was fun writing it … and sometimes I forget to have fun. Hope you enjoy this. Peace, T
Wilder Man On Rolling Creek Trail
A map and a mysterious letter arrived in the mail from Egypt, a professor asking me to consult with him on a dig. He warned me that a band of zealots were attempting to stop him from continuing with the dig. The professor described them as notorious and obnoxious; known as“Asmemeken Aguibeha”: English translation, “Bring it”.
I could not find my fedora, my bull whip, my khakis, my leather jacket, and that strange-looking bag with a shoulder strap that I put archaeological finds in. Without my profoundly important gear, I almost scrapped the adventure …
But
. . . that was not an option. Guys who heroically go in (usually at night, not really), an extraction team, TAP (Tube And Pump) with…
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