Mysteries.

I have been following the Amelia Earhart story with a kind of anticipation that perhaps, after three-quarters of a century, that one of our great mysteries could be solved, and a pioneer can be given a proper farewell and send-off and a place to rest.

On the other hand, I love a good mystery, and the solution of one so long standing is also a moment of quiet contemplation on how nothing is permanent; not even a disappearance.

Sigh.

Well, we'll always have D.B. Cooper and Jimmy Hoffa.