"By the time police arrived at the United States Naval Academy's Thompson Stadium, all that was left were two cans of chloroform, a rag, and an empty goat shed." -Chloroformed Goats and Stolen Mules
Chloroformed Goats and Stolen Mules | VICE
The first recorded goat kidnapping was in 1953. On November 22, Bill the Goat was thrown into a soft-top convertible, lying slack-jaw across the backseat as the car sped north for West Point, New York.
By the time police arrived at the United States Naval Academy's Thompson Stadium, all that was left were two cans of chloroform, a rag, and an empty goat shed.
When You Die, I’ll Be There To Take Your Stuff | Narratively
We start in the basement and work our way up through the house. We lift up mattresses, kick aside small tumbleweeds of hair and carry bedframes down the hall. We pack Halloween costumes and wedding dresses into banana boxes. We climb out bedroom windows onto roofs to see if weathervanes are worth anything. We step into decayed barns and collapsed sheds and pull tackle boxes, snow blowers, and tractor parts from the wreckage.
The House of All Boogeymen | Honeysuckle Magazine, pg. 22
I told myself I wouldn’t become a desktop detective, spending too much time lurking around the underbelly of the Internet – in the house of all boogeymen, buying into conspiracy and hearsay and psychic visions – but here I am calling the FBI. They patch me through to an agent on the case.
photo: The stretch of road near Gilgo Beach, Long Island where the victims were discovered
The Moral History of Air-Conditioning | The Atlantic
More than just an appliance, the air conditioner is a memento mori. It was a device people invented to avoid a few individual deaths, and yet one whose adoption might have a role to play in the passing of a temperate climate for everyone. As summer proceeds, listen to the chorus of machines humming in the windows, outside the houses, atop the office buildings. They offer a reminder that humanity’s ingenuity can come at a cost. Maybe our forebears weren’t entirely wrong to see peril in the act of cooling the air.
"Five Hasidic men ran out of their apartments and screamed, “That’s not your bike!” I dropped the pipe and ran." -The Bad Jew of Boro Park
The Bad Jew of Boro Park | Salon
Five Hasidic men ran out of their apartments and screamed, “That’s not your bike!” I dropped the pipe and ran. They chased us down the block. I took the long way back home, afraid the elders would banish me from Boro Park.
Becoming Teddy Roosevelt | Narratively
Wiegand remembers the day he told his wife Jenny that he wanted to get out of Illinois politics after nearly twenty years of service and move on to his real passion. “Imagine that family meeting?” Wiegand says. “‘Sweetheart, I think I’d like to become TR for a living.’”
I Don't Know Enough About You | The New York Observer
The meteor’s blast made the blue Russian sky a scorching blank white. You heard windows shatter. The sonic blast was unnaturally loud. Like the thwack of hearing a home run in a stadium, but times a million. The news replayed the footage. The TV, at Joe’s volume, made it sound as if the asteroid was crashing right into our living room. The news said that an asteroid, no relation to the meteor in Russia, was due to fly over Earth later that same day. Joe was right, Earth wasn’t working.
15 Minutes with Alan | Catapult
Each object here is a trapdoor into the past. Like, say, the carved Viking head that hangs over his closet full of antique porcelain dinnerware sets. Alan’s lineage goes all the way back to the Vikings. His parents were from Norway. His dad was a sea captain. Because of his Viking blood, Alan joined the Navy during Vietnam. He’d rather have been at sea than drafted into the front lines. He spent two years on an aircraft carrier as a dental technician. If a sailor had a tooth that proved hard to pull the dentist would cut a flap in the gum and hold a chisel to it as Alan hit the gum with a mallet.
"There are witnesses who claim to have seen a “flying city” moving across the sky above the Hudson River." -Why I'll Never Be An Astronaut
Why I'll Never Be An Astronaut | Neutrons Protons
People in the valley call 911 on UFO sightings often. They’ve reported V-shaped, plane-shaped, arc-shaped, C-shaped, disk-shaped, chevron-shaped, cylinder-shaped, and fuselage-shaped UFOs. Red, white, green, and blue. Low flying and high flying. Fast and slow. They’ve created hotlines for UFO sightings. There are witnesses who claim to have seen a “flying city” moving across the sky above the Hudson River. Some people said they saw UFOs that were approximately 1,000 feet long. To me, they all seemed like people trying to get on TV, or at least a local blog, with their close encounters; until I saw one myself.
The Shaman | The New York Observer
Catching your reflection in the computer screen when you’re doing something you shouldn’t is a modern existential crisis. I thought about how disappointed my shaman would be.