DATELINE: Like a Hunt for the Maltese Falcon
If ever a season of hope was upon Oak Island, the fifth year of the series dig was it. Yet, the curse of the treasure hunt was that hope may be their worst enemy.
As the team of hunters gathered at the end of The Curse of Oak Island for an assessment, we came away yet again with a great respect for 94-year old Dan Blankenship. He cut through all the discoveries and made a simple pronouncement. He felt 90% of what they found was on the surface, not under ground.
He wondered about the expense. Yet, he was also even as he comes around the bend toward a century of life, allured by the mystery of the place where he has spent half his life.
We went around the table at the faces of we have come to know quite well: Dan, the wise elder, to Gary Drayton, our metal detector, to Alex Lagina, the hot young nephew of the expedition leaders, to his bearded cousin—and a couple of historians who lead the scribe element of grand expeditions from Alexander the Great to Lewis & Clark.
Dumb luck was lost to dumb decisions, that made the dive team into a 75-foot shaft disheartening. The wish for a steel plate over a treasure chest is the stuff of dreams. If Oak Island is just another Maltese Falcon, we are satisfied with the adventure of it all.
Will there be another season? You can bet your Nielsen ratings on it.
DATELINE: Not so Grrrreat!
Tony the Tight End
Tom Brady has run out of the pocket on consumer issues.
To defend his health guru, Tom decided to share some of his views on health and nutrition for children—whether he applies this to his own may be a decision out of his hands. We feel that Giselle makes those decisions for her children.
If his radio interview this week has made Andrew Luck stop drinking Coke or having Frosted Flakes, Tom may have a harder game against the Colts than he originally thought.
As part of that large group of people who drank Coke and ate Sugar Frosted Flakes, we are now facing Type 2 diabetes. We probably would never have listened to Tom years ago, but he is right.
Every doctor and nurse you may face with high glucose numbers will scoff you out and tell you not to drink Coca Cola or eat Frosted Flakes for breakfast—but if you chose to, you will pay a price at some point.
Brady has not been sacked by Coke, and Tony the Tiger probably will decline to play tight end for the Patriot quarterback. He is taking money out of their pockets by telling fans not to consume the menu items.
However, Tom has undercut his own credibility with his choice of health guru, using Marhareeshi Alex Guerrero whose run-ins with the Federales makes him suspect.
Yeah, Guerrero is more like Goldhat from the Treasure of Sierra Madre. He tells Tom, “I don’t need no stinkin’ Frosted Flakes.” And he will never trade gold for Coca Cola because he is thirsty.
Tom may not be Fred C. Dobbs, but he knows a Gila monster when he sees one. In this case, he has found two Gila monsters hiding behind the menu of America.