100 years of mystery and intrigue!
July 16, 2015 marked the 100-year anniversary of the passing of Lincoln B. Gatcomb. He was something of a legend in his own time (perhaps, for some, even notorious) and his strange disappearance at the turn of the century only added to the mystery of his life and persona.
If his associates were alive still, they would describe him as a driven businessman. Friends would remark on his cordiality and hospitality. And his numerous wives would describe him as a rascal, a shameless womanizer. (In fact, one newspaper reported that one illicit spouse called him "obnoxious" and "undesirable.")
Me, I agree with all the above assessments of the man whose very existence has caused me more headaches than I deserve. I've been a profligate husband, spending many dollars (and countless hours in solitude) on my quest for the man's life story. I've put many miles (and the accompanying wear and tear) on my already-high mileage SUV chasing down leads at various institutions. And I've been thrown for so many loops (and hit so many brick walls) by the guy that my blood pressure is perpetually high.
When we first discovered the fate of L.B. Gatcomb, it darn near drove us crazy. It's a heck of a thing, to know a secret that nobody else knows, that nobody has known for a hundred years. Breaking that story (after 17 years of foot work and amateur detective skills) was worth every headache we've ever suffered. The story finally has an ending, and we know the day that marks that ending. The end to L.B. Gatcomb's mortal story occurred on July 16, 1915 in Missouri, but for us, that was when the mystery really began.
-Jimmy-
If his associates were alive still, they would describe him as a driven businessman. Friends would remark on his cordiality and hospitality. And his numerous wives would describe him as a rascal, a shameless womanizer. (In fact, one newspaper reported that one illicit spouse called him "obnoxious" and "undesirable.")
Me, I agree with all the above assessments of the man whose very existence has caused me more headaches than I deserve. I've been a profligate husband, spending many dollars (and countless hours in solitude) on my quest for the man's life story. I've put many miles (and the accompanying wear and tear) on my already-high mileage SUV chasing down leads at various institutions. And I've been thrown for so many loops (and hit so many brick walls) by the guy that my blood pressure is perpetually high.
When we first discovered the fate of L.B. Gatcomb, it darn near drove us crazy. It's a heck of a thing, to know a secret that nobody else knows, that nobody has known for a hundred years. Breaking that story (after 17 years of foot work and amateur detective skills) was worth every headache we've ever suffered. The story finally has an ending, and we know the day that marks that ending. The end to L.B. Gatcomb's mortal story occurred on July 16, 1915 in Missouri, but for us, that was when the mystery really began.
-Jimmy-