As  child, my father would take me to the dirt tracks of North Carolina to watch what I thought were old beaters chasing each other around the track. Some time as a young teenager it finally took and I was hooked.

     Out of all of the places he had been, Dr. Wiseman recognized the utter remoteness of where he was. Deep in the Costa Rican jungle in which he was searching was void of evidence of any human existence. The jungle was over grown with vegitation and the trek through this particular part of the jungle was especiallly tough for himself and his two hired guides, Enrique and Anna Acosta, that led him to his destination, because as far as he knew, no one had traveled this far into this part of this territory.

     They stopped in a small clearing to catch their breath and hydrate under a large tree that was leaning radically toward the north. Dr. Wiseman pulled the maps from out of his back pack to once again, make sure that they were traveling in the right direction. The maps that Dr. Wiseman was aquired by a colleague at NASA, Dr. Jane Scott, whom he had gone to college at the University of Chicago and had even dated for a while in their wiley youth. The satalite photos had been shown to Dr. Wiseman by Dr. Scott because of the unusual topographical features that one of the NASA satalites had shot while mapping parts of Central America. There were definite outlines of geometric shapes, such as squares, rectangles and even pyramidal shapes that are not natural formations, especially in this type of topagraphical terrain.

     I had such high hopes after graduating high school, but as they say, life can throw you some curves.

     Winter is an especially cold time in northern England.

The memory has been burned deep in my mind. Though the time has the memories wrought with anger and betrayel, it is a virtual relief that it came to an end, in any form in did. I was not the husband I should have been. I married the bitch when I was nineteen years old and wasn't wise to the ways of the world. We swam in a pool of lies and half truths until the end. I chose to believe and I chose to be made a fool of, and then I chose to quit outright.

     It was a Thursday.