You’ve got me there. However, five people got on, and only four people got off, so someone got subtracted in mid-air, along with the requested parachute.
While busy at my job delivering junkmail to households, I wrote a song, THE BALLAD OF D.B.COOPER, mere days after the event. I should add a verse about him being devoured by carnivorous Sasquatches. That solves the mystery.
After half a century of beating this stoty to death I can at last reveal D B Cooper’s true name: Hugh Giffsaschidt.
DB or not DB? That is the question.
When the headline asks a question the answer is almost always “No”
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