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Wikipedia – The Plot to Keep Me Unpublished


Wikipedia – The Plot to Keep Me Unpublished

 Even though research slows down my progress in writing, I love what I learn and being able to give my story credibility.

There is a plot afoot though by Wikipedia methinks.  Having found the information I was seeking I spy with my little eye a link.  An interesting link, and having no willpower, absolutely none, I pursue it.

 Well I cannot say, and will not say, it was a waste of time. It delivered ‘interesting’

The link is below and for anyone wishing to dally away some time it is an entertaining list.  There is a ton of information so I will just list a few that really caught my attention.

The list is – Unusual deaths.  Now death in itself is not funny but how it comes about can be.  Well if not funny, at least strange.  Some of it is legend of course and that is where the interesting comes in.

 Men and Strength

  • 6th century BC: Legend says Greek wrestler Milo of Croton came upon a tree-trunk split with wedges. Testing his strength, he tried to rend it with his bare hands. The wedges fell, trapping his hands in the tree and making him unable to defend himself from attacking wolves, which devoured him.[2]

 Men and War

  • 162 BC: Eleazar Maccabeus was crushed to death at the Battle of Beth-zechariah by a war elephant that he believed to be carrying Seleucid King Antiochus V. Charging into battle, Eleazar rushed underneath the elephant and thrust a spear into its belly, whereupon it fell dead on top of him.[8]
  • 53 BC: The Roman general and consul Marcus Licinius Crassus was reported to have been put to death by the Parthians after losing the battle of Carrhae, by being forced to drink a goblet of molten gold, symbolic of his great wealth.’[9]


  • 882, The Carolingian king, Louis III of France, was riding after a woman with amorous intent; on her flight into a building, he followed, still mounted and struck his head on the lintel of the doorway, killing him.[citation needed]



  • 1945: Scientist Harry K. Daghlian, Jr. accidentally dropped a brick of tungsten carbide onto a sphere of plutonium while working on the Manhattan Project. This caused the plutonium to come to criticality; Daghlian died of radiation poisoning, becoming the first person to die in a criticality accident.[73]
  • 1959: In the Dyatlov Pass incident, nine ski hikers in the Ural Mountains abandoned their camp in the middle of the night, some clad only in their underwear despite sub-zero weather. Six died of hypothermia and three by unexplained injuries. The corpses showed no signs of struggle, but one had a fatal skull fracture, two had major chest fractures, and one was missing her tongue. Tests showed that all of the hikers had been exposed to large amounts of radiation. Soviet investigators determined only that “a compelling unknown force” had caused the deaths.[78

Fire Power

  • 1982: David Grundman was killed near Lake Pleasant, Arizona while shooting at cacti with his shotgun. After firing several shots at a 26 ft (8 m) tall Saguaro Cactus from extremely close range, a 4 ft limb of the cactus detached and fell on him, crushing him.[113][114]
  • 1995: A 39-year-old man committed suicide in Canberra, Australia by shooting himself three times with a pump action shotgun. The first shot passed through his chest and went out the other side. He reloaded and shot away his throat and part of his jaw. Breathing through the wound in his throat, he again reloaded, held the gun against his chest with his hands and operated the trigger with his toes. This shot entered the thoracic cavity and demolished the heart, killing him.[143]

Oh so much more!  Thank you Wikipedia for at least making my time entertaining!



The Man on a Plane

The Man on the Plane

It is midnight and here I am sitting at Toronto’s Pearson Airport.  There are probably two or three dozen people standing around waiting for arrivals, so so far the waiting area is not overly crowded.  But the information board which just a few moments ago showed about a dozen flights is now filled with ten times that number.

It’s a very cold clear night here and for the first time ever, at least that I have seen, there are five wee sparrows hopping around on the floor in front of me.  The travelers finally getting through immigration and collecting their baggage look tired as they pull their luggage behind them.  As I write this most all have suntans and a few brave souls not wanting to leave their vacations behind are wearing shorts – for crying out loud!  Oh yeah I remember doing the exact same thing the last few times.  Perhaps it is a subtle form of bragging…see me in my summer clothes …I’ve been somewhere warm and toasty..and you haven’t!

As you can tell from the heading this is all about a man on a plane.  The importance of which has to do with how a man thinks.  I know, I know.  There have been unlimited observations made on this very subject. But oh boy.

Three weeks ago my friend left for Belize.  A working vacation.  During that time we exchanged emails and at one point he asked if I would pick him up at the airport.  Always up for a little adventure I said YES! Throughout the course of our communication I did try to get flight information out of him.  Honestly I did.

Initially he thought it was enough to tell me he would get in at eleven fifty five pm.  Then he was able to tell me that it was a Delta flight.  I never did get the actual flight number from him.

I did some Internet checking  and there was a flight coming from Belize with a lay over in the US.  Getting to the airport I discovered there were two Delta flights coming from Atlanta, both late.  Now when I checked the Internet I do not remember Atlanta being the lay over site, however I am operating on faith.

Periodically someone wanders over to chat or ask a question.  I guess I must look like I know what I am doing. Unfortunately some say I may be at the wrong gate or terminal (there are three). Looking around I see an information booth but no one sitting there.  One chap gives me his life history, which I must say is interesting, and then tells me that international flights also come into terminal one – I am in terminal three.

As I saunter around the waiting area….looking like I know what I am doing, I  see a fellow sitting at the information booth sort of crouched in the corner so he is not visible easily.  I take a deep breath and try to convey casually the information I have about my friend’s flight.  Thank goodness he is a he and understands the limited information I have and assures me I am in the right place and sort of the right time as the flight has been delayed an hour.  

I spend some time trying to figure out what delays a flight since there are now about a dozen flights on the board listed as en retard…remember we are a bilingual country and even though Ontario is largely English speaking, French always seems to come first.  I become a little concerned that all the delayed flights are from a central area of the US.  I later find out that this particular plane was not filled to capacity so they had the passengers disembark and crowd into a smaller plane.

My friend shows up at one-thirty am.  I am surprised that I managed the late hour well although I must say everyone else there looked like they were out in the middle of the night!  Mission accomplished and the information he gave me in his own vague way turned out to be completely accurate.