The Lost and Found

It doesn’t hurt my feelings one bit to admit I often lose things and have a dickens of a time finding them. But when it comes to my character flaws, I am always on the lookout for someone who is worse than I am in any given department. It makes me feel good to know I am not as bad as that guy and I can even summon enough of the required hypocrisy to look down on that poor schmoe. I am sure there are healthier ways to feel better about myself but, any old port in a storm.

And so it was that I felt great today to read the news that human bones have been found at the Tower of London. They are estimated to be about 550 years old. You would think that over the course of five and a half centuries, somebody might have tripped over the bones but no, they remained undetected for almost 201,000 days. I have never lost a human being so I can’t really say for sure how long it might take me to find the mysterious missing skeleton but even given how dishevelled and forgetful I have been known to be – I once lost my car for six days – I can’t imagine misplacing a human, especially not for half a millennium.

But check back with me in 550 years, and I might find myself eating my words. Though I might be dead by then and lying somewhere undetected.

©2019 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.