I Was Thinking . . . Before I Go

I do something now that I never thought I’d do. When I get the paper on the computer, I regularly check the obituaries. 
First, I check to see if there are any names I recognize. After that I compare their ages to my own. It is always a relief if the deceased is at least 10 years older than I am. But as with most of my friends, it also heightens the reality that I have more birthdays behind me than ahead of me. 
So where does that lead me? Not quite so deep and philosophical as you might think. I just want some answers to some questions before I go.
I like answers. Books or movies that don’t wrap things up and answer all the questions by the end are not enjoyable to me. I’m a concrete sequential sort of person. So, as I’m playing in the fourth quarter of my life, I want some things finalize before I’m gone. 
Number one, why hasn’t anybody been able to find Big Foot yet? We’ve had footprints, patches of hair, eerie sounds recorded and even some grainy film of him but no capture. Stories abound of sightings and encounters and some cable channels run whole series of hunting for Big Foot. But still no breakthrough. 
We can track movements from satellites thousands of miles in space, but no one can trap a big hairy bush monster. By now you’d think at least one would have been hit by a car. We hit deer all the time and they seem more agile and faster than Big Foot.
Well, if not Big Foot, what about the Loch Ness Monster? At least we know where he is supposed to be. Stories, eyewitness testimony and even pictures seem to confirm old Nessie’s existence. While the remains of mythical giant squid have washed up on a shore once in a while, so why not Nessie? 
Unless the creature lives hundreds of years, you’d think an old one would surface somewhere. Every year a new documentary comes out about the search for the Loch Ness monster, but they all end the same way, with no results. We can identify oil and mineral deposits on the ocean floor but can’t find one ancient sea monster.
I taught American history for years and I still don’t know what happened to the settlers that were left on Roanoke Island in 1585. When Sir Walter Raleigh returned some years later, he just found some carvings on trees and the remains of the village. It’s been studied by historians and anthropologists for years but all we have is speculation. 
I still plan to visit the area sometime in the near future, but I doubt if I’ll get much closure. 
If we can’t solve old mysteries, can’t we at least get some answers of the more modern ones. Where is Jimmy Hoffa buried? Someone has got to know. Did D.B. Cooper actually make it out of the plane with all the money? Sooner or later either the bones of a body or some old cash needs to show up.  
The ones I’ve discussed seem solvable before I go if somebody really works at it. I’ve given up on anyone explaining the Bermuda Triangle, how Stonehenge was formed or if anyone except Indiana Jones will find the Ark of the Covenant. 
Of course, the greatest mystery of all these may be, will the Vikings ever win a Super Bowl. I just may not live long enough to find out.
Did You Ever Wonder? - If you lose your temper, wouldn’t that mean you are happier?