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georger asked "Who's the bigger grandstander? You or Tom Kaye ? " We've been thru this. There are some with fatter bars. Some with rustier bars. Some with longer bars. But my bar is best, and I am the bigger grandstander. Because I say so. (edit) Any scientist can be bought. Science, like bravery, is cheap.

Is that why your sig used to say something about "pulling silver" when the sh*t hits the fan? i.e. pop the aft stairs? hmm... maybe we need to investigate any books you've collected over the last 30 years, and why, when and from who. And who the authors were. And why they published. And how many copies of those books were printed.

Jo said "Those books where NOT from the shop or accumulated thru the shop...but the date I was told (there is NO publications date) would put one of the books after 1971 - if she is right)...but it is the accessibility of the book that has my attention right now. " Yes, 377 tried to throw me for a loop, pointing out Coors Light wasn't produced until 1978, but you can see how that was only a minor bump in the road, to the full disclosure of the Coors can Flight 305 issue, that I made.

Skyjack: The Hunt for D. B. Cooper (Hardcover) by Geoffrey Gray (Author) must be done. They call out 352 pages and say it will be published on November 16, 2010 here http://www.amazon.co.uk/Skyjack-Hunt-D-B-Cooper/dp/0307451291 looks like there will be an audio cd of the book available also. I wonder what's in it, and why it's being released 11/16/2010. That's the week before the anniversay of the hijack (39th)

After 100 years, when the aliens finally send back a response, it will be a single gold tablet, enscribed with only 3 words: "Duane was Cooper"

I know a Jim Van Buren. He looks (or at least used to) somewhat like a gorilla and was involved with a gorilla enclosure issue at one point in time. He was married but got divorced. He's a southern boy. (edit) The Dalles: don't they windsurf a lot there? (edit) Jo said "It was as though I had stepped back in time"...yes that happens. Have a Coors, it helps. Enjoy the benefit of the foresight and passion they had for aluminum cans in 1957.

If we go back at them (the aliens) Like Duane The Prophet told us too...then we send the entire web out to space (not just 1950s tv program signals) 377 said "When aliens surf the net what will they think? " looking here: http://www.worldwidewebsize.com/ an estimated size of the indexed web is 24.07 billion pages today. (google estimates 18-19 billion pages) I don't know what the average size of a page might be, with all it's content. But it seems possible with a couple of hard drives, that you could send it easily in a satellite.

Well, duh, Clapton. But I wasn't aware he was connected to the case. Is "Layla" actually about Tina, not Patti Harrison then? happythoughts had provided evidence here: http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=3762577;search_string=clapton;guest=65622763#3762577 Duane was DBC. He also recorded the guitar tracks for Layla with Eric Clapton. [/url]

the end of the backhoe in the sand.

These look somewhat like snaps we have from before. but there are some slightly better looks at the money in color and the dig site that have not been seen before. It's not much..blurry because it's video..but interesting. it's probably one of the fazios sitting on the tractor. (edit) in 1980 people dig 3, you can see other small bits of wood debris in the sand where they are digging Also at 1980 money dig site 1. (edit) if you download them, you can click on them so you get a viewer that lets you zoom in to get a bigger picture

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This was on the E channel 20 Shocking Unsolved Crimes Cooper was the 2nd half after the Anthrax guy. Start at 4:37 on this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1dlOZQZkog New expert witness is revealed: Rachael Bell Criminologist and Forensic Therapist Tosaw is there too. Here's the nice thing Better video of the money. Better than I've seen before. Also better video of the money dig in 1980 that starts at 7:29 It's really nice. I'll post some snaps Better video of the backhoe digging also (you can see it is green..a John Deere? ) Remember also, when they posted the ad for the ransom of Adolph Coors, when Corbett asked for a tractor ad, the ad they placed was for a John Deere tractor (they are green).

from http://www.contextmag.com/archives/200004/BookExcerpt.asp?process=print When a character named Lou Bronstein showed up in Bill’s office in 1954, suggesting that beer cans could be made of aluminum, Bill’s first impulse was to have him ejected from the brewery. Bronstein was, as Bill later put it, "the antithesis of Coors, a fly-by-night," a fast-talking operator in a shiny suit. He reeked of the East Coast. In fact, Bronstein was born in Vienna to a wealthy Jewish family. His father, a physician, wanted his son to follow him into medicine, but young Bronstein was, as a colleague remembered him, "too nervous to be a doctor," the kind of man who is forever remembering what he was going to say a few minutes ago. Instead of wanting to be a doctor, Bronstein wanted to be a deal-maker and make his millions the easy way. By all accounts, though, Bronstein’s father had exerted every bit as much patriarchal authority as had the elder Coors men. Bronstein had trooped off to his premedical training with a heavy heart, knowing he’d been cowed into doing the wrong thing. It took Hitler to set him free. Whether he was eager to slip his father’s leash or was smart enough to see what was in store for Viennese Jews, or both, Bronstein left Europe relatively early—early enough to have become a U.S. citizen in time to enlist in the U.S. Army after Pearl Harbor. He fought with Gen. George Patton from North Africa all the way up the Italian boot. It was awful, but Bronstein used the battles as an all-expenses-paid research trip to explore potential products and markets. He came away unwounded and completely devoted to the consumer potential of aluminum. What first caught his eye were the clever little drinking cups Italian soldiers carried—so light, so durable, so pleasant in the hand. Bronstein bought thousands of them right after the war and sold out of them immediately in New York. The experience taught him that people love the feathery gray metal, and that he had the chance to be in on the ground floor of a multibillion-dollar aluminum craze. Pots, pans, doorknobs, bicycles, auto frames...almost anything made of steel could be made stronger and lighter from aluminum. The giant British aluminum company Alcan Aluminium apparently thought the market was about to erupt, too; it had just built a behemoth of an aluminum plant in British Columbia that was far too big for current demand. Knowing Alcan would be looking for customers, Bronstein convinced the company to let him act as a kind of broker; if he lined up enough customers for its aluminum, Alcan would guarantee them a low price. Now Bronstein was traveling the country, supply in hand, looking for demand. He’d already been to see a friend of Bill’s, who had sent him to Bill. "Hiya Bill," Bronstein said, lowering himself into a chair before being asked. Whatever Viennese elegance Bronstein had once possessed was long gone. He lit a cigarette and looked around for an ashtray, but because smoking was forbidden in the brewery there was none. Cupping his palm under the ash, he tried a few raunchy jokes on Bill and got a stony silence in return. Then he plunged into his pitch. "A couple of little kraut breweries use aluminum beer cans, but the process is clumsy and too expensive for mass production," he said, talking about six times faster than Bill was used to. An operator like Bronstein was repellent to Bill Coors. But in his extended pitch, Bronstein had unwittingly struck several of Bill’s chords. Bill told himself to put aside his dislike of the man’s style. He did what checking he could and finally agreed to form a small partnership under the grandiose title of Aluminum International. Bill would put up a little money, and Bronstein would be his tour guide through the world of aluminum. Bill consented to go with Bronstein on a five-week research tour through Europe at Coors’s expense. On the airplane east, Bronstein confided that he had several ex-wives after him for alimony, which explained their odd travel arrangements: Bronstein had them entering and leaving each country through different cities. The trip was a nightmare for Bill: cramped quarters, inadequate exercise, fatty food, and confinement with the windbag Bronstein. But Bronstein delivered. He knew the people to see, the can plants to visit, the laboratories to plumb for information. As they hopped from Frankfurt to Stuttgart to Mainz, Bill grew increasingly excited. Every aluminum can the Germans made cost them 25 cents. Bill’s mind whirred in tune with the machinery as he calculated costs. Coors could make its own aluminum cans, he thought, and could do it cheaper than the Germans. Bill wrote check after check for used presses, printers, washers, casting lines, and trimmers. He ordered them to be shipped to Golden posthaste, not knowing how all the machinery would fit together. When he got home, he confidently told his family it would take no more than half a year and another $250,000 to begin producing aluminum cans for Coors beer. He approached Alcoa about forming a partnership, but Alcoa told Bill he was dreaming. Nobody can profitably make beverage cans out of aluminum, Alcoa told him, especially not a third-string beer-maker in Colorado. Bill filed away the insult and pushed forward. His grandfather had made malt, ice, and bottles at a time when other brewers stuck only to beer. Why shouldn’t he make his own cans? Bill needed an experienced aluminum engineer to launch his grand project. He did not, however, conduct a nationwide search for the best man; he simply opened the Denver Yellow Pages, where, down among the small print, he found the name Ruben Hartmeister. Hartmeister was a skinny, balding, and bespectacled man who was slowly going broke in his own small machine shop. Early in his career, Hartmeister had worked in an aluminum rolling mill. He told Bill he’d been raised by a Lutheran minister and would be able to read the German manuals that would accompany the machinery. He also modestly mentioned that his grandfather was the inventor of Beech-Nut chewing tobacco.

Apparently Coors was the first beer to use an "all-aluminum two-piece beverage can"...Coors introduced their aluminum can, on Jan 22, 1959. Beer had been available in cans since 1935, but the cans were made of steel, which left a metallic taste and created a large disposal problem. The use of aluminum cans made it possible for Coors to no longer pasteurize its beer. Today, Coors owns and helps operate the nation's largest aluminum can manufacturing plant, in Golden, Colorado. It's known as "The Coors Can Manufacturing Plant". About 130 billion cans are produced per year by the industry, with this plant producing 4 billion cans a year. By switching the paints used in printing on the cans, to a lead-based toxic paint from China, Snowmman Industries was able to siphon $20 Million from the books of The Coors Can Manufacturing Plant, which was used to build a skydiving tunnel in South Africa. (edit) that first can was only 7oz and in 8-packs. Coors brought someone over from German in 1957 who had been working on an extruded aluminum can. They worked out the problems and got the two piece can done by 1959. 377 can vouch for the importance of the aluminum can. I'm impressed that Coors was not worried about the initial 7 oz. limit. He had a vision and stuck to it. (Bill Coors who headed the company at that time). (edit) picture of Bill Coors with the small can. Attached. (edit) The German was named Ruben Hartmeister. Hartmeister "had no idea what he was doing." But Hartmeister - who died in 2007 at age 96 - had a "passion for experimentation." "After several months of tinkering, Hartmeister came to Bill's office with a crude aluminum can," Baum wrote. "Bill carried it around the brewery like the grail of Christ ." from http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2009/jan/22/a-golden-milestone/ (edit) "The work of Bill Coors and Ruben Hartmeister eventually rendered the entire steel beverage-can industry obsolete" http://www.contextmag.com/archives/200004/BookExcerpt.asp?process=print So I ask: Was Duane Weber involved? (edit) * 1959: Modern Metals magazine names Bill Coors "Man of the Year" for the aluminum can. (edit) In 1959, Coors promised a penny for every can returned

Attached is the 12 oz, aluminum, flat top Coors can that I believe was drunk from by Cooper on Flight 305. You can see it was opened with a church key. Contrary to my earlier research, Coors was available in aluminum cans in 1971, although somewhat rare. So this confirms my initial suspicions about this can. Either Cooper, or maybe another passenger, ordered it, and maybe Cooper drank from it. (edit) I'm theorizing about why a certain person was so interested in this can.

sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering like Jo "what was Duane's obsession with these books"...these damn books...visions of them come to me in the dark. ...Out, Out damned books.. Much I marvelled this ungainly book to deliver discourse so plainly, Though its answers little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing this book of gore - Bound or not, Tina's tainted picture upon the cover tore, Whispering the name: `Dan Cooper.' and more. But the book, sitting lonely on the library shelf, spoke only, Those two words, as if it's soul in those words it did outpour. Nothing further then it uttered - not a page then it fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have posted before - On the morrow it will leave me be, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the book said, `Duane Weber' and more.

Never thought I'd live to see the day. Jo, your turn. Will you apologize for making statements about having proof that Duane was Cooper or knew Cooper? I apologize for everything that was rude or abrasive about you here. You said it wasn't Snow so it had to be me or perhaps Orange or Georger... but I'll take all the blame. I am literally baffled at how you can think that Tina book is likely to have been on NWA Flt 305. Aren't you substituting wishes for facts? Your mind really works differently than most. 377 I said I apologize for my chaos creation. I didn't define the scope of it. So far, I think it just covers the quesiton of Tina and the book. I am sorry for all the unnecessary investigative work I triggered as a result of Tina's book nonpresence as not reported by Jo but by Sluggo who probably didn't say that exactly anyhow. Although apparently the book still connects Duane and Flight 305. And Duane is God so that should not be unexpected. Got it?

Jo said "Go back to the date of the pictures of the child and then go forward and keep the sequences straight rather than try to create chaos" I apologize for my chaos creation. Ignore anything I said, and let the preceding state of affairs return (the non-chaotic state of affairs). Now about that bag. How long did it float?

Jo said "It was Sluggo that said it looked like Tina." Sluggo was involved in the book hijacking? Sluggo doesn't post here any more. It's unclear why. There was a gorilla involved. The book is not about gorillas. (edit) Jo said "I did not ask her if she knew someone named Tina. " ??? why not? Considering what you ask the FBI, I would think knowing whether she knew someone named Tina would be equally important. It would clear up a lot of questions about Duane and his book habits. Or Kool Aid habits.

their names and pictures were posted back in the thread.

downstream ( :) ) it would be cool if Bruce interviewed the dredge guys there. I think the same dredge that was used in '76 (was that the year, forget) is still there. be nice to talk about: 30" pump? what it can pass (was Tosaw accurate in his descriptio) the blades used (I posted a current picture of the cutter blades..were those used in '76? also rpm of the cutter blades..and whether the cutter blades are ever not used? depends on river bottom? also: was bottom in that area all clay and sand...no rock? was any hopper dredge ever used? (in '76) The CSG was looking at doing this, but they're all splayed out on a couch, with a lot of smoke hanging over them...they're bullshitting about skydiving and saying stuff like "just go with the wind man...mellow out"

I can't figure out which is more God.

hangdiver said "I have a cousin who is a Columbia River pilot. I haven't spoken to him in some time but should ask him on his opinion on Cooper landing in the river and never being found. He could probably also confirm or deny the propeller snag theory. " Yeah, that would be cool. Any first hand knowledge about seeing garbage floating in the Columbia too. What kind? logs/brush..any newspaper or other human trash? Hmm...ranger connection..columbia river boat pilot connection..you're implicating yourself pretty deep hangdiver.

Jo reported "The author told me she used the name Tina because she liked the name." So you decided the book was about Tina the stewardess, because the book had the name Tina in it?

I see NOTHING connecting the Tina book to NW Flt 305. What am I missing???? 377 Explain why a waterstained picture of someone who looks like Tina, covered in plastic, is on the cover of that book, then? And why the FBI won't investigate that? (did we straighten out whether it was spiral bound? I forget. If metal spiral bound, was there any rust?)