Problem Solved, Case Closed.
As a child, our fastastical adventures around treasure island (aka the backyard) to rescue the kidnapped princess (aka younger sibling, gender irrelevant) and find the hidden treasure (aka dill pickles) was totally acceptable, until one day it wasn't. Just as we outgrew trick-or-treating and exchanged the world-of-make believe ('college','office', 'house') for the real deal, playing detective stopped being appropriate, and the small pleasures in (real) life took precedent. So when the infrequent mystery presents itself, the detectives in us teachers/artists/game-show-hosts jump on the opportunity to rediscover our roots, in spite of the inevitable dead ends at (nearly) every corner or the uninspiring truths we occasionally do discover. Enjoy!
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