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It Was Hurry Up And Wait In 2008…

December 31, 2008

It is one of the most enduring mysteries in the history of  air travel.

A man hijacked an aircraft for ransom—and escaped without ever being caught.

In 2008 the FBI decided to re-open the case of D.B. Cooper.

Four months later—they thought they had a huge new lead.

But, like the elusive hijacker they are still seeking, their big lead vanished into thin air…


Originally published in the blog, BETWEEN the LINES prior to it being disabled by a faulty system upgrade under the title:


His name was D.B. Cooper—or at least that’s what he called himself when he purchased an airline ticket to Seattle aboard Northwest Airlines on Thanksgiving Eve 1971..

By the time the flight was over—Cooper disappeared with $200,000 dollars he’d demanded as part of his hijacking scheme.

36 years later—Cooper, and MOST of the money—remain missing.

Now—as you can read in this link to the FBI’s website—the bureau is renewing its efforts to find him…

It was one of the biggest news stories of the time.

A man claiming to have a briefcase full of dynamite demands almost a quarter of a million in cash—and 4 parachutes….

He lets the plane land in Seattle, allows everyone but the crew to leave—and demands the aircraft fly to Mexico City after he’s given the cash and parachutes..

He orders the rear door be opened—and the plane to fly low and slow…

Somewhere over Nevada he jumps from rear stairs of the Boeing 727 aircraft disappearing into the night—and becoming the stuff of folk lore in the process…

In 1980, a young boy finds about $5800 in twenty dollars bills in a stream..The money is part of Cooper’s loot..

In the intervening years—a number of folks have either claimed to be Cooper—or said they know who Cooper was…

Nothing has ever panned out.

Now the FBI would like to get their man—and they’re asking for the public’s help.

Who knows—in today’s Internet based society—maybe someone will know who D.B. Cooper is..

Or maybe he’s reading this right now !

Originally posted in the blog, BETWEEN the LINES on April 1, 2008 under the title:



D.B Cooper—the man who jumped into history books back in 1971 as the only person to get away with hijacking an airplane for ransom—may soon find history books about the case being rewritten…

That’s because a couple of kids in Washington state MAY have found be a key piece of evidence—Cooper’s parachute.

Back in January, we told you how the FBI decided to reopen the case after 36 years hoping new evidence would surface…

And surface it did—quite literally in Amboy, Washington where a man was grading a road…

His kids found some cloth sticking up at the site—and they began digging to unearth it…


Eventually, they revealed a full parachute…

Now, as you can see here—the FBI is trying to figure out if it was the same kind of Military chute given to Cooper as part of his demands during the skyjacking…

The FBI’s had the now retired military rigger who packed Cooper’s chute examine the remains—but they’re not allowing him to talk about what he found during his analysis…

Investigators hint they MAY have more to say about the case later this week…

One more thing to keep in mind.

After he jumped Cooper left behind his necktie…

In 2007, The FBI was able to lift DNA from that tie.

That DNA may ultimately figure into this case.


BUT— as of December 30, 2008—Nothing has happened with the case — And we’re still waiting for the FBI to solve it


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BigFoot Wasn’t That Great in 2008…

December 30, 2008

2008 was the year that when a couple of cops almost caught Bigfoot…

But it turns out— they only thing they caught was the world’s attention for about 15 minutes—before being proved to be frauds…

Here’s a look back at a compilation of posts that followed the mystery and its unraveling….

Originally Posted Aug. 13, 2008 in the blog, BETWEEN The LINES before it was disabled by a faulty system upgrade under the title:



For years serious science has belittled the existence of Bigfoot saying tracks on the ground and videos like this are no proof—because no one’s ever come up with a body…

But—-that excuse may no longer be valid if the story of a couple of men from Georgia turns out to be true.

Matthew Whitton, a 28-year-old officer with the Clayton County Police department and his friend Rick Dyer—a former corrections officer— say they found an actual dead Bigfoot back in July.

Their story attracted the attention of the local newspaper, whose article you can read here.

The pair also posted a video which prompted some Bigfoot researchers to classify the pair as “idiots” and “clowns.”

But the guys might have the last laugh.

A California-based Bigfoot researcher has joined them, and taken possession of the body so that DNA and other tests can be conducted on it.

The trio says they’ll release their DNA evidence on Friday at a news conference in Palo Alto, California…

This picture of what they claim to be the frozen Bigfoot body has made its way on to the Cyrptomundo Website.


The press release announcing the news conference says the creature is:

  • Male
  • Seven feet seven inches tall.
  • Weighs over five hundred pounds.
  • Looks part human and part ape-like.
  • Has reddish hair and blackish-grey eyes.
  • Has flat feet.
  • Has a footprint almost 17 inches long and 6 inches wide.

With this kind of build-up the trio better deliver the goods—which would have to include the ability for reputable scientists to conduct independent DNA tests.

Originally Posted August 18, 2008 in the Blog BETWEEN the LINES under the title:



Word that a Bigfoot body had been found created tremendous buzz across the ‘net last week.

An indication of the huge interest was the way readership of this little blog exploded with-in hours of our post last Tuesday..

We charted thousand and thousands of extra readers.

Other websites that specialize in Bigfoot and Cryptozoology were so overwhelmed, they crashed..

Everyone wanted to know about the body—and evidence that were promised to be revealed at a big, California-based press briefing..

But when the news conference rolled around–there was no evidence, just a lot of talk.

Yeah, Matthew Whitton sounds like a nice guy— But, Matt buddy— if you’ve got one of the greatest scientific discoveries of the age—you’d best show me the evidence.

I’m sure Matt knows all about evidence—because in real life—he’s a full-time cop.

Cops know that you’ve gotta prove your case..

And, Officer Matt, in the court of public opinion—we have thrown your case out.

When Matt and company announced their find, they issued a press release that talked of a 7 foot tall, 500 pound body.

The DNA results they presented showed their samples contained both human and possum DNA, as well as one result that was inconclusive.

Hardly convincing.

BUT, if they’d had the purported creature’s corpse there on display—well, it would go a long way towards discounting the DNA..

With an unknown species there for all to see, we might have bought the conclusion the DNA samples were contaminated.

Originally posted August 20, 2008 under the title:



Well, we now know why those guys we’ve been posting about who claimed to have Bigfoot’s body never brought the corpse to their much ballyhooed news conference last week.

It turns out the “Bigfoot” was just a big rubber suit….

Now, Bigfoot hoaxers Rick Dyer and Matt Whitton are in big trouble…

Former corrections officer Dyer might find himself back in familiar surroundings— except he’ll be on the other side of the bars if fraud charges are upheld….

And Whitton—who had been a Clayton County, Georgia Police officer— is now out of a job for what his boss calls “violating his duty as a police officer.”

Chief Jeff Turner says once Whitton “perpetrated fraud, that goes to his credibility and integrity”

Plus, the owners of a Bigfoot website says they’re taking legal action against the pair…

Seems Searching for Bigfoot.Com paid the deceptive duo an undisclosed amount of money for the rights to the “body.”

You can read the eyewitness account here of how the site’s owner watched his hopes of discovering a new species evaporate away as the ice around the rubber costume melted…

When the Searching For web guy went searching for Whitton and Dyer, he discovered they were nowhere to be found—much like the elusive Bigfoot itself…

About the only good news in all of this is that if there IS a Bigfoot—it’s still out there—waiting for you or I to find him…

So—with that in mind—how much do you think I can get for this Bigfoot photo I snapped in the woods behind my North Carolina home last night?


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It’s Not To Late–We Still Have Time In 2008….

December 29, 2008

With all that’s happened in 2008, it’s been a long year—and it’s going to take longer than usual for it to end.

That’s because they’re adding an extra second to 2008.

Those who keep track of these things say the tides, and other factors are affecting the earth’s rotation—and unless they add a second to ’08— things just won’t even out in a billion years or so…

So, in keeping with the spirit of a year that just won’t end— we’re going to dedicate the last few posts of 2008 to the items EYE found most intriguing in the year past.

And to help you recall just what a year 2008 was— here’s a little help from our friends at Jib-Jab..

Originally Posted May 13, 2008 in the BetweenTheLines Blog prior to its discontinuance under the title:



For years, UFO conspiracy theorists have claimed the government was withholding information about UFO’s and aliens because the news of it would destroy society—and wreck organized religion….

But today—one of the world’s biggest organized religions is saying, it’s OK to believe in aliens—because they are just more of God’s creatures.

That revelation and more comes from none other than the Vatican’s official astronomer—Father José Gabriel Funes… He was quoted in a lengthy article titled “The Alien Is My Brother ” which was published in the Vatican Daily…

He says flatly that believing in extraterrestrial life is NOT contrary to Catholic doctrine—and, in fact—can bring people closer God.

You can read an extrapolation of the article here— including an analogy that the aliens are just a larger part of God’s flock.

This is a startling revelation.

We can presume that Father Funes isn’t just speaking off the cuff…And since the article was printed in the Vatican’s house organ—it had the tactic approval of the Pope.

For years UFO pictures and videos like these have surfaced—complete with official denials and claims that everything connected with UFO’s is fake, fake, fake.

Now, all off a sudden—we’re being told to accept the fact that extraterrestrials not only are out there—but that they are our “brothers and sisters.”

Some might say we’re being prepared to be told there’s been contact between humans and species more advanced than us—and that those species have been poking around this planet for some time.

Others might try and downplay the article—claiming it’s just a feature piece speculating about life in space.

But you have to remember something about the Vatican.

NOTHING there happens in a vacuum.

Every pronouncement from there is measured, considered, and weighed before it’s disseminated to the general public.

We may have just witnessed a seminal event in mankind’s existence.

It’s subtle—but it’s out there—out there just like the aliens we are now being prodded to believe in.


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These Parents Are Vid-e-its….

December 26, 2008

Christmas is a time for children—and a time for doing things for others that makes them feel good.

So, how does one explain parents who set their kid up to get hurt on Christmas via a cruel prank ?

A prank that was recorded and then uploaded to YOU-TUBE to further humiliate their already psychologically abused child.

It starts with an X-Box 360

The kid—identified only as Jonathan in the video—is unwrapping his Christmas gifts …

His older brother is recording the moment when the child will tear the wrapping off an the X-Box.

There’s a look of pure delight on his face—until he begins pawing through the box..

Inside there’s no X-Box—just underwear…

As you watch the video, you can see the kid becoming more and more crushed.

Meanwhile, his family continually taunts him saying things like, “we can’t afford an X-Box.”

The brother keeps rolling video as the laughter and ridicule continue while the kid’s hurt becomes deeper and deeper…

The video attracted the attention of the news media—like in this story here which was written up by the the British Tabloid The Sun.

As expected the mass publicity of the video generated outrage world-wide.
Although the newspaper story is Datelined Dec. 26, 2008—a little research on the Internet shows the original video was posted December 31, 2007—and was re-posted subsequently several times later in the year…

In the original YOU-TUBE post, a person purporting to be Jonathan’s brother claims he was given an X-box a week later after the “prank” …

At that time, a year ago—the brother claimed he’d post the video of the kid getting a real X-Box in a week or so.

As of today–it still is nowhere to be found on the Internet.

But, even if Jonathan DID get an X-Box a week later— the damage has been done.

He’s been tortured and humiliated by the people who are supposed to hold him dearest—his parents.

He will remember this the rest of his life.

What kind of person does this to a kid?

EYE don’t know..

But, EYE do know that payback is always a bitch !


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A Christmas Story….

December 22, 2008

Eye’d like to share with you a Christmas tradition in our house.

Years ago, someone sent me a story. EYE was so touched by it that EYE decided to read it aloud to our little girl on Christmas eve to help her understand the meaning of Christmas. She was 4 at the time—old enough to understand the words.

After EYE finished, the story left me and my wife with such a special feeling that we decided to read it again next Christmas eve. Since that time, our family has expanded, and my two girls have grown older.

We still read this story—but now, the kids join in by reading a couple of paragraphs before passing it on to the next family member.

Originally EYE had no idea who wrote the story. But when the Internet became popular, EYE tried to satisfy my curiosity about the author of such a moving piece. A search revealed the creator to be Rian B. Anderson.

Written many years ago, the story still embodies the true meaning of Christmas.

Enjoy it and share it.

It is my gift to you—this holiday season.



The Rifle – A Christmas Story
By Rian B. Anderson

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those that squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned that the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the Rifle that I’d wanted so bad that year for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house.

Something was up, but I didn’t know what. Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell.

We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up
beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?” “You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked.

The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.

Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “why?” “I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smokehouse and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked. “Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence.I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?

Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn’t have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?”

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said, and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children – sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last.

I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said, then he turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring enough in to last for awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this
place up.”

I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.

My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I’d never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time.

She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.” In spite of myself,the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that it was probably
true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth.I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit, and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he were on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow.The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Mr. Miles. I don’t have to say, ‘May the Lord bless you,’ I know for certain that He will.”

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”

I understood and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered.

And remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night.

Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night: he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

He taught me to:



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Steps To The Future

December 19, 2008

He was never supposed to walk again—but after 20 years confined to a wheelchair, Radi Kaiof has the freedom to step anywhere he wants…

Kaioff accomplishes this by using a human exoskeleton suit produced by an Israeli high-tech firm.

The device is called ReWalk—and it was developed by another wheelchair bound man.

Amit Goffer is the founder of Argo Medical Technologies—and the creator of ReWalk.

Ironically, Goffer CAN’T use his own invention—because as you can read here, his paralyzing injury left him without the use of his arms.

As this corporate video clip below shows—ReWalk is only for those who are paralyzed from the waist down—because it’s operated by a control panel worn on the arm.

But it’s a start.

Hope for many other more severely paralyzed folks could come from many other human exoskeleton devices which are being developed.

Here’s a look at some of them….


Back in 1983, The band STYX had a big hit with their song Mr. Roboto..

The tune was part of the rock opera “Kilroy Was Here.”

Mr. Roboto tells the story of a rock and roll performer who escapes from a futuristic prison by overtaking a roboto prison guard and hiding inside the emptied-out metal shell…

Now—it looks like Mr. Roboto may come alive as the result of some pretty cool scientific research into exoskeletons …

Once a term that referred only to the outer skeletons that protected bugs and similar creatures, science has been working on finding ways to use powered exoskeletons to help we humans do stuff…


This unit here has been under development for the U.S. Army for more than 6 years—and has cost millions of research dollars to date..


Lots of the stuff we use today began it’s life in someone’s garage workshop—and so it is with this Roboto…

Canadian inventor Troy Hurtubise has spent two years, and about $150,000 to create his exoskeleton suit he calls Trojan.

Useful for military, police and other applications—this invention shows you don’t have to have a big budget, or a fancy research lab to execute a great idea..


A Japanese researcher is also working on a type of exoskeleton.

He calls it HAL, which stands for Hybrid Assisted Limbs….

Among the uses for this device will be to help those who’ve lost limbs restore normal functions…

These are just a few of the research projects underway into exoskeletons that will no doubt help the man of the future dress for success…


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Doggone Funny

December 17, 2008

Anyone whose ever owned a dog knows they are creatures with personalities all their own…

And sometimes their personalities lead to some funny moments—-like these:


Dogs can sometimes get strange attractions to things—and such was the case with this dog in Russia.

As his owner was walking him by a fire station—he suddenly grabbed hold of a hose being used to wash down the sidewalk.

Someone rolled video as this little guy spent nearly eight minutes tenaciously refusing to let go of his prized possession.

Vodpod videos no longer available.


Before a canine can become a police-dog, they put them through rigorous training, which turns the animal into a highly-skilled and dedicated member of the law enforcement team.

Although an English police dog named Pluto presumably went through that training—this helicopter surveillance video shows, when it came time for Pluto to chase the criminal—he sorta went off in his own orbit…


There’s a dog named Beethoven, and a composer named Beethoven—but EYE never saw a dog actually PLAY Beethoven…


This ‘ole hound may not be able to play an instrument—but he sure can keep track of the beat.

Perhaps he’s got a future as a conductor..


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