Epilogue: October, 2007
After Frank’s death the lake property was sold. When the property was surveyed one of the workmen noticed a rounded object protruding from the ground and had the forethought to call someone at UF.
A large burial urn was uncovered and the area around it checked for more artifacts. The urn was the only artifact found in the immediate vicinity. Dr. Axle Lungren headed the investigation. The National Geographic Society became involved in the project early on.
A few weeks into the investigation, I received a call from Dr. Lungren that took at least two hours. This call was followed by several subsequent phone calls.
The urn was subjected to all sorts of non destructive tests before it was opened. Notes made by Dr. Lungren early on in the project indicated the urn was in “Its original state, unopened. It appears to be tightly sealed and all materials inside should be well preserved.”
After weeks of NDT, the urn was carefully opened. Inside the team found the remains for a human female, who appeared to have been in her late teens or early twenties. The bones and some period artifacts carbon dated to approximately 1100AD. The skeleton (almost totally intact) was dressed in scraps of modern clothing complete with identifiable buttons. A cigarette lighter was still in one of the pockets.
Also found were scraps of ancient fabric and a copper pot with an imprinted inscription written in Sanskrit. The English translation of the imprint reads as follows:
“Made in China for Vijay Feingold Trading and Mercantile Company, World Wide.”
Summer before last I received an invitation to speak at the unveiling of the urn and it’s artifacts at the Smithsonian Museum. Can you, in your wildest dreams, imagine ‘ole Ken speaking at a “Black Tie Event?”
On the night of the big event I was totally stressed. Valium did not help so I managed to obtain a tiny bit of Marijuana from a Bellhop. Just before my address, I slipped into the men’s room and took a couple of hits. In a few seconds I was feeling fine.
Dr. Lungren introduced me and I stepped up to the podium. I was totally at ease. And started my address with----
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Ya’ll ain’t gonna believe this SHIT!”
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