Isn't it great that searching for one treasure will take you to a dozen more?
I just finished reading "Jesse James Was One of His Names" and was really entertained. In looking for some more information on some of the material in the book, I found Betty Dorsett Duke's book, "The Truth About Jesse James." The book is far better researched than the former one and is also far more believable. It turns out that they DID do a sort of DNA test, but it was really not conclusive because it wasn't performed on the actual body in "Jesse's" grave. I now think Jesse didn't die in St. Jo, after all and that he probably really was Duke's grandfather. Once the weather gets just a tiny bit nicer, I plan to search one of Oklahoma's "Jesse James' hideouts," north of Tulsa, as well as the "Frank James" location west of town along the river. I'll take my camera along and post reports here. I have, as mentioned, been to the Frank site before and remain convinced it's genuine.
I rode my new Schwinn Stingray bike today, and WOW I'm out of shape. Time to get active again, if I'm ever going to wander the superstitions one day. It shouldn't take long. I had been flat on my back for a month after my appendix exploded in 2004 and could just barely walk 30 feet, but within a month, I was carrying my musical gear on a major concert tour. I'm only 72, so I should be able to bounce back pretty quickly. I plan to never get this out of shape again. I didn't realize that a computer could do this to me.
