.so /usr/lib/tmac/tmac.m .P Throughout the course of my father's youth he and his brother, Alan, buried at least five treasures on Nanny and Grandad's property. They made a map for each treasure, hiding them in books. .P Dad had to go to Massachusetts for two weeks to take classes pertaining to his job, and Mom decided to accompany him and make a vacation out of it. They left on Sunday, February 4, 1990, after dropping me off at church, and returned two weeks later (17 Feb 1990). On the afternoon of Sunday, February 11, I biked down to Nanny and Granddad's in order to research Benedictine monks for a report. I went down to the little house to look them up in the 1911 Brittanica. Just before 16:30 I opened volume 23 to pages 434 and 435. Stuck between them was a small note decorated with a skull and crossbones. Tales of Dad's buried treasures flooded back into my mind, as I opened the note, which read as follows: .nf .in +16 Dear Treasure Hunters: Start at south west corner of J. E. Rhodes Jr. big house. go south south, south west to biggest pine tree on land. Turn North, west, about 15 steps to pine. Then go north, east, about five steps, another pine will be on your right. On the north side of the tree about 2 ft. away is a treasure! signed, Your unknown friends .in -16 .fi .P I set out to find the treasure, accompanied by Granddad. Starting at the corner of the house we proceeded to the biggest pine, then fifteen paces northwest where a smaller pine stood. But there was no tree anywhere near five paces northeast of the tree. I guessed that a pine might have once been there, and tried digging two feet north of where I thought it might have been, but found nothing. I brought Nanny down, but she could not remember a pine having been there. .P It was ventured that the comma between north and west meant to go five steps north, then five steps east, which could be construed to indicate a large, convenient nearby pine. I found nothing when I dug two feet north of that, and soon had to leave for home anyway, as it was getting dark. .P The next weekend I went to Windy Gap with Young Life, and I went to Disciple Now at the Grahm's the next weekend, where I fell in their lake. I was three weeks later, on Saturday, March 3, that Dad and I finally found time to go down to attempt to find the treasure. .P We started at the corner of the house and proceeded to the biggest pine. Dad was surprised that the distance to the second tree was measured in steps instead of the more elegant measure of paces. We went five steps northeast, and Dad searched under the leaves for the remains of a stump. He thought that the tree would have been immediately on the right, less than arm's length away, or else he would have instead given a more concise direction on the map. We dug another hole a few feet down the hill from my first hole. I went and got a second shovel and we both started digging. We were digging out the island between the two holes when Dad hit a coffie can, flipping its lid up. Nanny was walking toward us, and we called to her that we had found it. After digging around it Dad and I pulled it out together. It had been buried less than a foot downhill from my original hole. .P With Dad and Nanny carrying the tools and I carrying the treasure can we proceeded up to the house. Dad and Nanny put the tools in the basement while I took the treasure up and set it in the leaves next to the brick path between the houses to be opened. Grandad, who had a cold, came outside to witness the event. With Dad, Nanny, and Grandad standing around, I took off the lid. .P On top was a note, reading: .nf .in +16 This was buried by Allan & David Rhodes on Aug 31, 1961 June 24 .in -16 .fi