Dad was disappointed in knowing that Franklin only taught us a few nouns a day but approved our visiting the museums. "Did you see any gold?" We knew that it would please him if we said "Yes". One day he told mom that some of the people at the bank, where he had repaired a typewriter, were impressed that he had hunted treasure in Guatemala and wondered why he had not looked for gold in Mexico. The Montezuma hoard was still in hiding. It alone toppled all riches burried in all of Central America. While we were having supper, dad looked at his glass of beer and said "The name of this beer is 'Montezuma' and it is the color of gold. This is destiny touching us."