Cooper, where are you?
That is the question that has been on my mind for weeks now. I’ve watched this man who hijacked a plane and escaped with $200,00 in ransom money from an airport in Portland Oregon. He’s eluded capture by law enforcement ever since then, living like a king without anyone knowing his identity or whereabouts. It’s hard to believe that it was 45 years ago when he did all of that.
I can’t help but wonder if he looks back at what he accomplished with regret or pride? I have always felt drawn to mysteries and unsolved crimes; not just because they’re interesting to me as a writer but also because I feel like there is an element of hope in those stories- that we can find the answer to a question that has been plaguing us for so long. I am not going to lie, I have followed this story closely and in my heart of hearts I would love nothing more than to see all those riches rot away with no one ever knowing who took them or where they are buried.
But as much as it pains me to say- Cooper never came back up from his skydive into obscurity and he may very well still be out there living like a king without anyone finding him. But then again, maybe someday the FBI will get lucky? Maybe they’ll finally catch someone just by chance while investigating something else entirely different? Stranger things happen every day after all.