I'm always up for a good history-mystery. What did happen to Jimmy Hoffa? What's the story behind the Lindbergh baby kidnapping? Was Elizabeth I, the "Virgin Queen," really a virgin? (Well, OK, I think that mystery was solved a long time ago.)Two oldie-but-goodies (oldies-but-goody?) have cropped up within the last week. Mystery/crime writer Patricia Cornwell is positively convinced that she has solved the Jack the Ripper identity. No, it's not Prince Albert Victor or Sir William Gull (the doctor) or Senator Bill Frist (the other doctor). Cornwell has spent almost $4 million of her own money using modern methods of investigation and research to uncover one Walter Sickert, a painter - the artistic kind - in Victorian London. Alas, many Ripper experts say "Pish and tosh" to Cornwell's theory. Any thoughts from your end? Here's a little story about it in The Guardian.
The number two history-mystery story to come back to the surface is that of the forever-missing Judge Crater. Last week The New York Times reported that new evidence had come to light (BIG "maybe," here). The cuprits may have been a police officer and his brother, who murdered the gad-about judge, then buried him under the Coney Island boardwalk.
Well, it's obvious to me that Judge Crater and Jack the Ripper were one and the same. Crater. Ripper. Get it? Ripper leaves London and jaunts over to New York, where he becomes a fancy-pants judge. But his past catches up with him on August 6, 1930, and badda-boom, he's eatin' sand and pushin' up barnacles at Coney Island. You're welcome, and that didn't even cost me a dime. (Nyah-nyah Patricia Cornwell!)
All this kinda makes your missing car keys pale in comparison, eh?
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