Archive for December 3rd, 2008

Roosevelt Field

Great comic from Goats:

I spent a little time at the mall this afternoon, picking up some presents for whatshername. And, I must say, going to the mall at lunch is far better than going to the mall after work in December. And, I must say, going to the Cambridgeside Galleria is far superior than going to Roosevelt Field. Didn’t they just add an airport there to accommodate all the traffic? Is there still a Bennigan’s there? Do Bennigan’s still exist? No. They went under. Awesome. I loved Bennigan’s. Much better than Crapplebees. Ugh. The worst is still the 99. Ugh, I think I just got a little sick thinking of the 99. Ugh, there it goes again.

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Agatha Christie

From the Writer’s Almanac:

It was on this day in 1926 that the mystery novelist Agatha Christie disappeared from her home in Berkshire, England. Her abandoned car was found in a chalk pit seven miles from her house. The whole country was fascinated, and the story got lots of media attention. Police and ordinary citizens alike organized huge search parties.

Then, 11 days later, Agatha Christie was found in a luxury hotel. She was staying under a different name, and she claimed that she couldn’t remember a thing. It had been a hard year for Christie — her mother had died, and her husband had left her for his young mistress. To this day, no one knows if she had legitimate amnesia, or if it was a publicity stunt to raise book sales, or a way to publicly expose her husband’s infidelity. But all the media attention made her even more famous, and she ended up as one of the best-selling authors of all time.

I had never heard that little tale, but what a great story!

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