Friday, February 11, 2022

Why Didn't Anyone Tell Me? ☹️

 One of my favorite shows on TV right now is The Curse of Oak Island. If you've never seen it, it involves two brothers, Rick and Marty Lagina, and a few friends searching for treasure on Oak Island in Nova Scotia. Here's what you'll see if you google it: 

Oak Island is a tree-covered island on the south shore of Nova Scotia that has intrigued treasure hunters for more than 200 years. It is believed that the island is hiding one of the greatest treasures of all time, but no one has been able to find it. Enter Rick and Marty Lagina, brothers from Michigan who have bought the rights to much of the island to try to solve the mystery. The two use modern technology and good old American know-how to look for the treasure. But it won't be easy as the search is expensive and dangerous -- several people have died trying to strike it rich on Oak Island, inspiring the titular curse. The Laginas hope to avoid the curse long enough to find the treasure before they run out of money... or worse.

Or worse? I guess they're talking about "the curse," which, if you're a big fan and have followed the show since the first season, you suspect doesn't exist and, in fact, is something made up by the press to make the whole thing sound more interesting.

I've followed for the treasure, sure, but I got very interested in the history; namely, the idea that people have been to the area long before Columbus "discovered" America, and many of those people were Templars (or Knights Templar). I read Zina Halpern's book with gusto.

Anyway, the reason for this post is that Rick Lagina, my soul mate (he doesn't know that yet), and his brother Marty, were actually here in central Texas for another show, Beyond Oak Island, in a vague search for something known as the Lost San Saba Mine, which is a Spanish mine that was very productive but had to be hidden when the Spaniards were attacked by local native Americans.

This is Rick Lagina.

I want to know why no one told me that Rick was going to be so close. I'm furious. I could have gone to meet him, taken numerous selfies, and we could have started our long and happy life together. But now I'm stuck here in central Texas alone. Well, I have my dogs, which is a very close second to Rick. (Actually Rick is a close second to my dogs.)

If anyone of you ever finds out in advance that Rick will be in central Texas again, you must tell me.

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