Spelunking In The Historical Wreckage

 September 8, 2024

   Sometimes it's very hard to find the truth when it's buried under so much rubble. We think of historical nuggets as being carefully stored in a vault or a chester drawers (or, if you want to get all technical: chest of drawers). We don't think of historical gems as buried in a collapsing building, out on the desert, like this.

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"Spelunking In The Historical Wreckage"

   Rooster Rob took this great photo of the leaning wreck of a store in Gleeson, a ghost town northeast of Tombstone, and I thought it represented so perfectly the state of Old West history and so I added a spelunker with a flashlight looking into the doorway, searching for clues or for any stray tidbit of truthful history. Now the fact is, there is probably a ton of history under this collapsing roof, but the rats and the critters are going to make quick work of everything (if they haven't already). The rains, the winds and the defilers will do the rest. Somehow, some way, historical items still manage to survive and show up, like this letter signed by a certain concubine of a certain part time lawman.

   I offered to go in half with the Top Secret Writer, but evidently it wasn't in his budget ($3,000 and change). Some are not sure if that's even a good deal.

Wyatt Earp, age 74, in Los Angeles,

telling me with his eyes what he thinks

of that price.

   Meanwhile, this guy has to be happy about the price he paid for this small oil of someone he admires.

Steve Randolph admires an expensive painting

his son, Preston, acquired for him.

"Lance isn't a common name these days. But in medieval times, people were named Lance a lot."

—Old Numb-nuts Saying