Shucks, it wasn't Dan Cooper's parachute after all.
But that won't stop the annual D.B. Cooper party, Aerial, Washington's celebration of its dubious claim to fame.
So does the aircraft pirate live on with his ill-gotten riches?
Or is he scattered in the woods, deader than Jimmy Hoffa?
Will we ever know? Do we really want to know?
(The John Doe indictment at right from the FBI files.)