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#29 Angela
Angela’s life intertwines with the mysteries of San Salvador, marked by loss, discovery, and a spiritual journey. Adopted by a missionary, she navigated childhood disruptions and adulthood, becoming a pastor through divine revelation. The disappearance of her son deepens her connection to the sea, which holds both secrets and comforts,… Read ⇢
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#27 Commie Cams and Half a Roll of Cold War
“…there were rumors that there was a meat grinder. Because, well, so-called meat grinders were all over the Soviet Union. And there were rumors that one such meat grinder, where people were minced alive, was in the basement of Pagari.” ~Enn Tarto – Estonian dissident It’s June, the longest days… Read ⇢
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#26 Cold War Currents
By the 1950’s, the Bahamas, or British West Indies, had become of strategic importance as a location for monitoring Russian submarine activity. A series of hydrophones had been deployed near a Navy base at Eleuthera to listen for approaching subs. In June of 1958, the Soviets were on the verge… Read ⇢
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#24 Rumours and Rocket Fuel: Sleuthing the Space Coast
“Florrrrida … Florrrida…” – a whisper in my ear. What was that? Ah, it was the allure of Florida calling. I already had five reasons* to take the trip [from WA]. I usually only need a half of one. The place I rented in Cocoa Beach was a mid-century rambler… Read ⇢
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#23 Tracing Donald Diehl: From Census Rolls to Coral Wreaths
A deep look into the brief, bright life of a vanished diver — and the strange trail of records, relics, a stolen plane and unanswered questions left in his wake. Read ⇢
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#22 Speculation Under the Stairs: A Family Mystery from the Basement Up
Cousin Chad, now 60: “When I was five or six, we lived in Bloomfield Hills in a two story home. In the unfinished basement, under the steps, was a bunch of stuff. It was tucked under the stairwell. [It was] a spooky spot. There were some flippers, and scuba gear.… Read ⇢
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#21 The Island That Watched the Sky: Cold War Shadows in Mayaguana
As the plane dropped through the clouds toward Mayaguana, I couldn’t stop thinking: this is where my uncle’s story began – and maybe where it started to unravel. Approaching Mayaguana from the air, what stands out most is how green it looks. Mayaguana, in 1956, would’ve been my uncle’s first… Read ⇢









