Not even the anticipation of another sweltering summer day in Turkey could dampen the excitement for the aging Archeologist. For this was the day he would be entering not only a historic tomb but more personally, what was thought to be one of his direct ancestors.
Descending into the dank site crevice offered relief from the direct sun. Elongated iron pry bars in the hands of men decades his junior, made light work of the polished marble stone. He thought to himself “This stone is like that of royalty”.
Head lamps cut through the crepuscular dusty chamber like light sabres. The tenured archaeologist was speechless by the contents of the vault.
Standing upright was none other than a space suit. “What the Hell?”, he thought. Abreast of the suit was a solid gold statue of a woman. Sitting on a table, a bowl of solid gold fruit, What on earth? Upon closer inspection , of the helmets face shield, the doctor saw a gold pattern deposited on its inner surface. The gold pattern emulated the shape one’s warm breath would leave on a cold window.
Brushing the dust from the uniforms nametag, The Archaeologist’s jaw dropped. “Dr. Midas! What’s Wrong?!!
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Phrygia is an ancient region in modern day Turkey. Among the Historic kings was none other than King Midas. For those not familiar with Greek mythology, a selfish wish granted to King Midas was that all he touched turn to gold. Unfortunately this resulted in a gold statue of his daughter and a preciously preserved bowl of fruit. Peace to you and thank you for visiting. -Raymond