Yesterday, authorities in Mexico reported that they had found six deceased bodies in a man-made tunnel below an old hacienda. Of the six, the two primary individuals that have been named are Juan Sandoval and Maria Elena Romero, an elderly couple who had excavated a fifteen yard tunnel underneath the hacienda over a period of several years in an effort to find treasure that is supposedly buried there. The cause of death has been identified as natural gases that had been released due to the constant digging. Whether there is actually treasure underneath the structure, though, remains a mystery. What initially struck me about this article was the fact that people, even in this age of information, are still seeking out buried treasures and loot the old fashioned way. Can you imagine digging fifteen yards by yourself? Really? I hate digging period, but it did occur to me that digging is probably the most difficult task involved in finding buried treasure (along with avoiding inevitable booby traps set by the people who buried the treasure; that could explain the gas that killed the people mentioned in the article). Both are required.

However, this also gets me thinking that if the booby trap has been exposed and much of the digging has already been done, then what’s to keep someone from going down there and taking advantage of this potential opportunity. After all, the groundwork has literally already been done; all treasure seekers would have to do is waltz in the tunnel with the proper tools, do a little more digging, and PRESTO!, the treasure would be theirs. I would go down there myself, but I am currently swamped with various projects and the end of many of them are a long way off. In fact, this is the first chance (at 1:30 in the morning)to blog in nearly a month.

But I will say if our economy keeps going the way it is, you might find me going across the border with shovel and spelunking hat with a light on it (don’t know the name of it; that explains the pathetic description). If anyone here wants a share of the booty, bring your passport and your Spanish Rosetta Stone programs and we’ll have fun. I won’t be cutthroat, I promise.