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  NOW I

  KNOW

  MORE

  THE REVEALING STORIES BEHIND EVEN MORE OF THE WORLD’S MOST INTERESTING FACTS

  DAN LEWIS

  AUTHOR OF NOW I KNOW

  AVON, MASSACHUSETTS

  DEDICATION

  To Stephanie, Ethan, Alex, Annie, and my parents.

  CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Stolen Empire

  Saved by the Wind

  Bummer and Lazarus

  The Emperor

  The Odyssey

  General Order Number Eleven

  Inkosheration

  Texas’s Last Last Meal

  Prison Pink

  The Case of the Missing Magenta

  The Crayon Man’s Secret

  Invisible Pink

  Triple Play

  Checkmate

  Make Your Own Rebates

  Pennies from Everywhere

  May-L

  Every Month They’re Hustlin’

  Neither Rain nor Sleet nor 140,000 Potholes

  Cannonball Run

  Life in the Fast Lane

  To Collect and Serve

  Holy Toledo

  The War of Marble Hill

  Reverse Cartography

  A Perfectly Cromulent Word

  The Chart Topper

  The Very Bad Egg

  Worthy of Gryffindor

  Blue Man Group

  Mister Beer Belly

  Liquor, Sicker

  Vodka and Cola

  Outside the Union

  The Hollow Nickel

  Acoustic Kitty

  Dogmatic Catastrophes

  Going to the Dogs

  Eggplants, Rice, Duck Meat, and Dog Food

  The Most Fowl of Penthouses

  A Quacky Christmas Tradition

  Here Comes Santa Claus

  Scrambled Fighters

  Getting a Handle on the Problem

  Bearing Arms

  Flushed Away

  Man Not Overboard

  The Pencil Test

  Sharpen for Drugs

  Tobacco to School

  Panda Diplomacy

  The Madman in the White House

  Cold Water War

  Swimming Alone

  Down by the Bay

  Enjoy the Silence

  Feeling Buzzed

  Un-Silent Pictures

  Chikannery

  Giving No Credit

  Reversing the Charges

  Meal Ticket

  The Submarine Subway

  One’s Trash, Another’s Treasure

  In the Lime of Fire

  Sandwich Law

  Courting Tomatoes

  In Line for Justice

  Can’t Hardly Wait

  Dinner and a Backup Plan

  Ben’s Big Decision

  Super-Secret Suction

  The Bush Market

  Making Cents of Pogs

  Put Up in a Parking Lot

  Hot to Shop

  The Potato Farmer and the Hares

  The Walk Man

  Dabbawala

  Flushed with Love

  Unmountain Man

  Dormant and Tired

  The Pride of Georgia Tech

  Lost and Found

  Invisible Children

  Repetitive Numbers

  The Birthday Problem

  Happy Birthday®

  A Fantastic Copy

  The Keeper of the Holocron

  Toy Restore-y

  Recovering Nixon

  Canceling History

  The Kalamazoo Promise

  Inemuri

  What about Bob?

  The Chimera

  Two Boys Named Jim

  Richard Parker

  The Telltale Toaster

  Stichting De Eenzame Uitvaart

  INTRODUCTION

  I opened my first book, Now I Know, with a quote from Mark Twain that I think bears repeating, because it’s still just as correct and now twice as relevant: “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

  The world is filled with stories that are literally incredible and unbelievable, shocking our sense of what’s possible. Nonetheless, they’re real. For more than four years, I’ve collected those stories—first as an ongoing e-mail newsletter; then as a book titled Now I Know, a precursor to this one; and now, in Now I Know More. You need not be familiar with either of this book’s precedents, though. All you need to be is curious about the world and the unlikely things that history, science, technology, and life have thrown at us.

  For example, have you ever seen a word in a dictionary and didn’t think it was real? It may not have been. Or, doorknobs—everyone knows what they are, but why are they controversial . . . doubly so in Colorado? Of course, we all know that on 9/11, air traffic came to a halt. But how’d that happen, and what does it have to do with whales? For that matter, what does a home cleaning solution have to do with the War on Terror?

  In the following stories and their bonus facts—each story has at least one bonus fact—we’ll tackle all of that and more. We’ll talk about the color pink, panda bears, shopping malls, birthdays, DNA, the post office, burritos, and a town that never existed. I’ve written these stories so that each one connects to the next in some way or another, because while I don’t expect you to read this book in one sitting, I hope that each piece of mind-blowing trivia will encourage you to explore further. After all, curiosity is what got you here in the first place. When you’re done with the book, don’t worry—there’s more. Every weekday, I send out a free e-mail newsletter with another one of these stories. You can get that at http://NowIKnow.com.

  So let’s begin. Let’s steal the Empire State Building.

  Really. That happened once. (Just go to the next page.)

  STOLEN EMPIRE

  HOW TO STEAL THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING

  $45 million, stolen.

  It took a pair of incidents—one in December 2012 and another the following February—but seven people, all part of what the New York Post called “a sophisticated cyber crime ring” spanning the world, managed to get thousands of ATMs to wrongfully pay them a sum of money approaching the net worth of the Boston Globe. That’s a huge heist. But it’s tiny compared to one pulled off in Manhattan in late 2008. It took ninety minutes, and the property stolen was worth $2 billion. That’s roughly the value of the Empire State Building.

  Which makes sense, because that’s exactly what was stolen.

  Around Thanksgiving in 2008, a deed of sale came across a desk at New York City Hall, signifying the transfer of a building from Empire State Land Associates to a company called Nelots Properties. The description of the property conveyed by this deed of sale matched that of the Empire State Building, but the clerks who processed the paperwork either didn’t notice or didn’t care. All the important information was on the deed, as required, including the signatures of witnesses and that of the notary. The fact that one of the witnesses was named Fay Wray, the actress who played King Kong’s captive as he ascended the Empire State Building in the 1933 film, likely escaped them. (To be fair, how many people in 2008 knew her name? It couldn’t be all that many.) And that notary? He was a guy named Willie Sutton, who happened to share a name with a famous bank robber. Even the name of the acquiring company was a clue that something was awry; “Nelots,” spelled backward, is “Stolen.”

  The good news for Empire State Land Associates is that Nelots was not a true threat to the rightful owners’ property. Nelots didn’t exist. It was a figment of the imagination of the New York Daily News, which concocted the fake deed of sale to demonstrate how easy it is to temporarily, and illegally, obtain “official” ownership of r
eal estate.

  As the Daily News noted, this stunt isn’t just used by pranksters and jokesters. It’s used by swindlers, and no, they aren’t trying to move into your house—in fact, these con artists don’t ever need to (and often don’t) visit their newly but wrongly acquired property. These new “owners” can take out a mortgage or other line of credit against the property, and once they have the money in hand, disappear. The true owners are left with an unclear title, liens against their property, and at times, banks looking to foreclose even though the rightful owner never took out a loan. It’s not only (or even mostly) the fault of the city clerk who processes the deeds. As a Philadelphia City Paper editor said in a video on deed fraud created by the University of Pennsylvania Law School, “It’s pretty hard to stop a forged signature and a bribed notary. Where do you stop that? It’s a little more difficult.” The system doesn’t make it all that difficult; in the same video, an attorney who has worked on these cases claimed, “It is easier to steal a home in the city of Philadelphia than it is to steal a purse.” Given the Daily News’s ruse, this is probably true for New York, too, and probably many other places as well.

  Homeowners and landlords aren’t the only victims—the loans banks make often go unrepaid. Therefore many lending institutions have developed a system to alert them to potential fraud. The telltale sign: the mortgagee’s failure to make his or her first payment, which one law enforcement agency describes as a “first payment default.” The theory is simple: A true borrower would be able to pay the first bill, but one committing deed fraud would likely not be at the address and therefore never receive the bill, which would go unpaid.

  As for the Empire State Building, the Daily News “returned” it before any of this was an issue.

  BONUS FACT

  It took nearly two decades before the Empire State Building turned a profit. Why? It couldn’t attract tenants—it was much farther away from the two main train stations, Grand Central and Penn Station, than competing skyscrapers such as the Chrysler Building. The rental revenues were initially so poor that in its first year the Empire State Building earned as much revenue from its observation deck as it did from renters.

  SAVED BY THE WIND

  THE MOST UNLIKELY WAY TO SAVE A LIFE

  Here’s a crass joke: A man is at a dinner party in a fortieth-floor apartment. He announces to the rest, “You know, the wind out there is so strong that if you jump out the window, it will blow you all around the building and right back in!” The other guests laugh, but the man persists: “I’ll prove it!” He jumps out the window and, sure enough, he floats around the building and re-enters safely through the same window. Another guest, wanting the thrill of a lifetime, quickly jumps out the window before anyone else can stop him—and plummets to his death.

  The host glares at the first guest and says, “You can be a real jerk when you’re drunk, Superman.”

  Again, that’s a joke. But on December 2, 1979, Elvita Adams showed that sometimes, even everyday people can be a little bit super.

  That evening, Adams, then age twenty-nine and living in the Bronx, decided to take her life. The reasons are unclear, but she had been in a fight with her landlord and was about to be evicted; she also suffered from depression. She went to the Empire State Building in midtown Manhattan to the observatory on the eighty-sixth floor, scaled a seven-foot fence (replete with steel spikes), and jumped.

  That, in and of itself, is nothing terribly peculiar. A few dozen people have jumped to their deaths from the Empire State Building, the first occurring before the building was even completed when a laid-off worker took his life that way. In 1947, a twenty-three-year-old jumped, leaving a crossed-out suicide note about how an unnamed man would be “much better off without [her]” and that she would not have made a very good wife. Her body was found on a limousine at the building’s base, and LIFE magazine ran a picture of her body, titling it, “The Most Beautiful Suicide.” Just a few years ago, a fifty-four-year-old Manhattan woman ended her life in similar fashion.

  But Adams did something almost none of the others had done: she survived. A wind gust—a very strong one—caught her and blew her back toward the building, albeit one floor down. She landed on a ledge, where a security guard found her before she could make another attempt. The only damage to her body? A fractured hip.

  Adams was taken to a mental institution to recuperate. Her current whereabouts are not publicly known.

  BONUS FACT

  Suicide attempts at the Empire State Building are rare, but the same unfortunately cannot be said about the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, the most popular such site in the United States. (The Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge in China is widely regarded as the world’s most popular suicide bridge, and the Golden Gate Bridge is number two.) We don’t know, officially, how many people have taken their lives there because when the number hit 997, authorities stopped counting to avoid giving anyone the incentive of being jumper number 1,000. Whatever the number is, it could have been much higher. In 1994, California Highway Patrol Sergeant Kevin Briggs was assigned to patrol the bridge. Since then, he’s managed to talk an estimated 200 people out of jumping.

  BUMMER AND LAZARUS

  SAN FRANCISCO’S UNLIKELY ROYALTY

  Henry Rippey, a local drunk, was in jail. His crime was taking the life of another, known only as Bummer. When word of this reached his cellmate, David Popley, the latter extracted some vigilante justice. Popley punched Rippey in the nose.

  Inmate-on-inmate violence is, unfortunately, not all that rare, making the punch a nonstory. The fact that this happened in San Francisco in 1865 doesn’t add much to it either. Add that Rippey’s murder weapon was his shoe—he kicked Bummer to death—and maybe we’re getting a little closer . . . but not really. Even the fact that Mark Twain wrote Bummer’s obituary doesn’t make Popley’s defense of the victim’s honor all that unique.

  But here’s the thing: Bummer was a dog.

  And yes, Mark Twain really did write his obituary.

  Dogs weren’t always domesticated in California in the 1860s. Around that time both Los Angeles and San Francisco had problems with “free-ranging” dogs—ferals and strays—running amok and often outnumbering people. Dogcatchers were common municipal authorities, and when a dogcatcher nabbed himself a stray, the dog was put to sleep with poison. But one ability could save a stray pup from death—ferreting out and killing rats.

  By all accounts, Bummer was a great ratter, but his rise to fame came when, in 1861, another dog found himself on the losing side of a battle with a third, larger dog. Bummer came to the smaller dog’s aid and rescued him from the skirmish. Afterward, Bummer brought the smaller dog food and kept him warm. The second dog, later named Lazarus, survived, and for the rest of his life, he was Bummer’s sidekick. As a team, the two were even more efficient at catching rats; one source reports that they once nabbed eighty-five rodents in roughly twenty minutes.

  Their reputations made them local heroes. When Lazarus was caught by a new dogcatcher in 1862, a groundswell of public support resulted in his release and the pair’s exemption from anti-stray ordinances. Legend has it that, a week later, they helped stop a runaway horse, which was dragging a cart through downtown San Francisco.

  Lazarus passed away in 1863, and the San Francisco Chronicle published a lengthy obituary in his memory. Two years later, the previously mentioned Mr. Rippey caused the death of Bummer when he kicked the dog in a drunken stupor. The city arrested Rippey after the public demanded justice for the area’s unofficial mascot and über-pet.

  BONUS FACT

  Bummer and Lazarus’s legacy has rubbed off on a San Francisco–area company you may have heard of: Google. Google’s corporate code of conduct contains a “dog policy,” which reads, “Google’s affection for our canine friends is an integral facet of our corporate culture. We like cats, but we’re a dog company, so as a general rule we feel cats visiting our offices would be fairly stressed out.”

  THE EMPEROR<
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  THE MAN WHO RECEIVED A FUNERAL FIT FOR A KING

  On January 8, 1880, Emperor Norton I collapsed on his way to a lecture at a local university. He died before help could arrive. His death made front-page news in the largest newspaper of the area, under the headline “Le Roi Est Mort” (The King Is Dead). A similar headline was splashed across the second-largest newspaper of the locale. At his funeral two days later, thousands—perhaps as many as 30,000, despite the city’s population being only about 200,000—came to pay their respects. The newspaper reported the next day that within hours, the line of mourners was out the door, hundreds of people long.

  But his empire wasn’t real. Joshua Abraham Norton—or his Imperial Majesty, Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico—was a delusional (or at least, eccentric) pauper with a flair for grandeur. And the city of San Francisco seemed to love him for it.

  The United States, of course, has never had an emperor, let alone one who was also the Protector of Mexico (the Monroe Doctrine notwithstanding). That mattered little to Norton. Born in England in the early 1800s, he inherited a large sum of money upon his father’s death and moved from South Africa to San Francisco in 1849. Over the next few years, he successfully invested in real estate in the area and was worth a reported $250,000 in the 1850s—the equivalent of well over $6 million today. But he would soon lose his fortune. A famine in China led to rice shortages in San Francisco, and a rapid increase in prices looked as if it was on the horizon. Norton started buying up rice coming in from Peru at twelve and a half cents a pound, expecting to corner the market, but other shipments from Peru made it to the city—and the price fell to about three cents a pound. Norton lost money not only on the transaction but also on litigation to try and void his contract. In 1858, he left San Francisco, bankrupt.

  He returned to the city at some point in 1859, but he was no longer interested in the rice or real estate businesses. Instead, Norton fancied himself as some strange kind of political activist, and on September 17, 1859, he sent a letter to various area newspapers proclaiming himself Norton I, Emperor of the United States. At first, the newspapers took it as a strange joke from a formerly well-known well-to-do citizen, but it soon became clear that Norton had lost more than his riches when the rice deal went bad. In October, the self-crowned emperor issued his first decree, abolishing Congress. (When Congress did not vacate, Emperor Norton ordered the army “to procede [sic] with a suitable force to clear the Halls of Congress.”) He also instituted what may be the world’s first swear jar, when he called for a $25 fine for anyone who used a certain F-word—“Frisco.”