Treasure Is Where You Find It
By noderel:
I been thinking. And in my case, that can lead to some really dangerous situations. Brain Rot may be contagious. Anyway, I have been thinking lately about all those things Tom Medley liked to call Vintage Tin. I call them old wrecks. I been thinking that maybe, at my advancing age of old, maybe I might as well tell you (and the world) about a few places that you (or the world) may want to call in on. Just in case some of that VT is still around.
All of this was prompted by an email from old buddy Burly Burlile, he of the Northern Utah Burliles, who were really from the California Burliles.
Burly had also been thinking. Mainly about an old magazine article in Tom Medley’s tenure at Rod & Custom. But this particular remember of mine wasn’t about that at all. It is about Cindy. Her name was Cindy, and she was the daughter of Honey Bunny. You want to know about Honey Bunny, you gotta read about it in my bio. I’m not going to keep reinventing the wheel, you know.
Anyway, Cindy and her brother were teens when I first met them, and they lots of times followed their daddy Honey Bunny on some really far out treasure treks from their Southern California home. Not serious looking, just something to do for Bunny, and they went along. Like one time they were over in New Mexico following up on a hunch that Bunny had about an old lost Spanish gold story, wherein the Spaniards had been pillaging in NM but enroute back to Mexico they got waylaid by some Indians and had to drop their ill-gotten treasure in a mountainside cave.
Unlikely as it seems, they found what apparently was the cave. Although it also had been pillaged in the past, but for Bunny the thrill was in the seeking. Anyway, the cave was on private land, and when they went back to check on it later it had all been fenced off very secure like. But this isn’t about that treasure anyhow. Something else entirely.
Few years later, Cindy up and married Glen Necessary. Not because it was Necessary, that is his name. He was a very handsome young lad. But Cindy was very pretty too. Glen was kind of into cars early on in his life, and as a wedded couple they moved up to Colorado when Glen went into the Army. And I got a letter from Glen, advising that he had been scrounging around in the desert of Southern Colorado, when he come on a Model T windshield post and cowl corner sticking out of a dry wash. Completely covered with sand, so they didn’t know exactly what it was.
They went back first chance, with shovels, and they spent all day hard digging the sand away from a very good l925 T Model touring body. It was so good, they hauled it home and Glen was gathering up parts to build a rod. All that was just a part of his life journey into a full time profession that included cars. Even a full-on stint at Bonneville. Glen Necessary was living out in the canyon between the San Fernando Valley and the Mojave desert. He got into making cars for the movie/TV industry, and they in turn decided to involve him with some stunt work, and on it went.
Meantime, Cindy had produced some children types but all of a sudden she up and died. It was very traumatic for all us who knew her. Glen soldiered on, and I wandered around the nation just getting old.
Thus it was that one day, Honey Bunny told me about a real treasure. His father had been a wandering type, and he had been down in the northwest corner of Mexico, not far down from Arizona, when he happened on a really significant treasure trove. Only the Indians took issue with him heading north, so they gave chase. The treasure was weighing Bunny’s father down, so he stashed it in a place he could easily remember. Only, he never went back for it, because he was off on another adventure.
Which is how come I have decided to share with you the location. A day’s walk south from the western Arizona border there are two small rounded hills, linked by a low saddle. The treasure is buried in that saddle.
Honey Bunny never went down there looking, and part of the reason is that he knew the reputation of the Yaqui indians in the area.
There you have a good descreption of your future fortune.
I think Glen got the best of all this deal when he found Cindy. And that T tub in the Colorado dry river bed.
Of course, all this has me thinking I may as well go ahead and share lots of other tin treasure with you guys, seeing as how my tramping around the underbrush days are well and truly over.