db_cooper raze the gentleman thief who hijacked an oregon aircraft twelve years before i was born and took to the sky with two hundred grand packed into a parachute container isn't a bundle of brittle bones buried beneath indifferent dirt or a tumescent toadfish lying belly-up at the bottom of the columbia river. he's a younger man than me, with a pierced nose and a perfectly serviceable handshake. he lives in cotham. he builds overdrive pedals in his garage. his latest swindle was snagging the most ubiquitous dynamic microphone on the planet for seventy-five bucks and a smile. but i can't say i was all that sad to see it go. 250827 what's it to you? who go blather from