When I was a kid, I got a book on mysteries of the sea (the Bermuda Triangle, Flying Dutchman, etc.). The only real story that stuck out to me was the Mystery of Oak Island. Located in Nova Scotia, this tiny island has what is called euphemistically a money pit. In this pit is supposed to be a treasure of unimaginable value, but at the price. People have died trying to find it. As a kid it had all the elements of a good adventure story: an island in a remote location, pirates with buried treasure, and traps to catch the unwary. It was a perfect tale.
Over the years, I have read more about the island, finding out the stories of those who attempted to reveal it’s treasures. Franklin Roosevelt, 32nd President of the U.S.A., was involved in a 1909 expedition to uncover any treasure. He also failed. Since then there have been numerous attempts to find the treasure, none succeeded.
So, image my delight when I found out that the island is up for sale. The idea of dropping a cool eight million and owning the island of my childhood is too tantalizing to pass up. Except for the eight million part. Ah well, probably better that I never actually look for the treasure. Childhood fantasies are so much more exciting then reality.