In case there is someone out there who doesn’t know the D.B. Cooper story, let me offer a quick recap. In 1971, the mysterious stranger boarded a 727 headed for Seattle. The flight attendant on the plane (who was then called a stewardess until that became politically incorrect and somehow insulting) remembers a man wearing sunglasses, smoking a cigarette and drinking bourbon. Do you know what’s really fascinating about this description? He was smoking in flight. And can people wear sunglasses on a plane anymore? We can’t even wear them in my bank for security reasons. I would think they would be frowned upon in the air today.
For decades, the D.B.Cooper fan clubs which include everyone from real criminologists to hijackers-in-training have studied the mystery man and his descent into infamy. Their devotion might soon pay off as the FBI investigates the newest lead that apparently leans to the credible side. I sort of hope the Feds don’t figure it out. I like D.B. being the mystery that he is. As the anonymous hijacker, he has a bit of sex appeal. If they find him now–40 years later–how much sex appeal can he have left? How anti-climactic would it be to find out that D.B. Cooper was a disgruntled plumber who thought a hijacking might add excitement to his ho-hum life in East Cornfield, Iowa when in my mind I had him as a combination of Robin Hood, James Bond and George Clooney?
Is there a chance that D.B. Cooper is alive? Sure, why not. Maybe he survived the skydive and made his way back to civilization and has been living off the interest of the money he got. Or maybe, he used the $200,000 as seed money for another business enterprise that has now developed into a corporate icon. Hm. A big company in the Seattle area that was started in the last 30 or so years? Any ideas? How old is Bill Gates? Nah, even Gates was a little tyke when Cooper jumped. However, do you know that Starbucks was founded in Seattle in 1971? Yes, that’s true. Coincidence– maybe not.
Okay, the Starbucks thing is a joke, so there is no need to sue me. Anyway, D.B. Cooper’s identity might soon be revealed. Maybe when all is said and done, we will find out that D.B. Cooper was a woman dressed up as a man, and once she landed, she put back on women’s clothing and walked away without attracting any suspicion whatsoever.
I will be interested to see what the FBI learns. One day, the real D.B Cooper might flash across our TV screens and end the mystery forever. I think D.B. Cooper deserves some sort of acknowledgment for providing intrigue to the nation for four decades. He has become a legend. He boarded a plane an anonymous soul and exited one of the most famous criminals of all time.