Futility Closet - 166-A Dangerous Voyage
Episode Date: August 21, 2017After Japan invaded the Philippines in 1941 two American servicemen hatched a desperate plan to sail 3,000 miles to Allied Australia in a 20-foot wooden fishing boat. In this week's episode of the Fu...tility Closet podcast we'll join Rocky Gause and William Osborne as they struggle to avoid the Japanese and reach safety. We'll also tell time in Casablanca and puzzle over a towing fatality. Intro: H.M. Small patented a hammock for railway passenger cars in 1889. The clock face on the Marienkirche in Bergen auf Rügen, Germany, has 61 minutes. Sources for our feature on Damon Gause: Damon Gause, The War Journal of Major Damon "Rocky" Gause, 1999. William L. Osborne, Voyage into the Wind, 2013. Stephan Wilkinson, "10 Great POW Escapes," Military History 28:4 (November 2011), 28-33,5. "Two U.S. Officers Flee Philippines By a 159-Day Journey to Australia," New York Times, Oct. 20, 1942, 6. "Bataan-to-Australia Escape Takes 159 Days," Los Angeles Times, Oct. 20, 1942, 1. "U.S. Officers in Australia After Fleeing Philippines," New York Times, Oct. 24, 1942, 5. "Angry Officer Who Fled Luzon Tells Odyssey," Los Angeles Times, Nov. 4, 1942, A1. "Crash Kills Gause, Who Fled Bataan," New York Times, March 17, 1944, 7. Mark Pino, "Bataan Survivors Meet, Share Stories of Strength," Orlando Sentinel, May 4, 1997, 1. Tunku Varadarajan, "Bidding War for Diary of Great Escape," Times, May 8, 1998, 20. David Usborne, "Hero's Voyage Ends in Hollywood," Independent, May 9, 1998, 13. Don O'Briant, "Georgia Officer's Great Escape to Get Hollywood Treatment," Atlanta Constitution, March 4, 1999, 1. Mark Pino, "War Hero's Tribute Marching On," Orlando Sentinel, April 21, 1999, 1. Bill Baab, "Journal Documents Great Escapes During War," Augusta Chronicle, Jan. 16, 2000, F5. Christopher Dickey, "The Great Escape," New York Times, Jan. 23, 2000. Don O'Briant, "Veterans Day: Sons Relive WWII Tale of Perilous Getaway," Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Nov. 11, 2001, 1. "The Firsthand Account of One of the Greatest Escapes of World War II," Book TV, CSPAN2, 2000. Robert E. Hood, "The Incredible Escape," Boys' Life, May 2002. Chris Petrikin and Benedict Carver, "Miramax Escapes With 'War Journal,'" Variety, Feb. 9, 1999. Listener mail: Telling time in Casablanca. We discussed English as She Is Spoke in Episode 58. Deb Belt, "Chesapeake Bay Lighthouse Is the Right House for $15K," Baltimore Patch, Aug. 1, 2017. Beth Dalbey, "5 Historic Great Lakes Lighthouses for Sale in Michigan," Baltimore Patch, July 28, 2017. A Maryland lighthouse for sale by the General Services Administration. To see all the lighthouses currently at auction, search for "lighthouse" on this page. This week's lateral thinking puzzle was contributed by listener David Pruessner. Please visit Littleton Coin Company to sell your coins and currency, or call them toll free 1-877-857-7850. Get your free trial set from Harry's, including a handle, blade, shave gel, and travel blade cover, by visiting http://harrys.com/closet. You can listen using the player above, download this episode directly, or subscribe on iTunes or Google Play Music or via the RSS feed at http://feedpress.me/futilitycloset. Please consider becoming a patron of Futility Closet -- on our Patreon page you can pledge any amount per episode, and we've set up some rewards to help thank you for your support. You can also make a one-time donation on the Support Us page of the Futility Closet website. Many thanks to Doug Ross for the music in this episode. If you have any questions or comments you can reach us at podcast@futilitycloset.com. Thanks for listening!
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This is episode 166.
I'm Greg Ross.
And I'm Sharon Ross.
This is episode 166. I'm Greg Ross.
And I'm Sharon Ross.
After Japan invaded the Philippines in 1941,
two American servicemen hatched a desperate plan to sail 3,000 miles to allied Australia in a 20-foot wooden fishing boat.
In today's show, we'll join Rocky Gause and William Osborne
as they struggle to avoid the Japanese and reach safety.
We'll also tell time in Casablanca
and puzzle over a towing fatality.
In March 1944, an Army Air Corps pilot named Damon Gause was killed while testing dive bombers in
England. His wife, Ruth, got a telegram from the War Department explaining what had happened,
and a few weeks later she received his footlocker, which she put in a back bedroom closet.
In the footlocker, among other things, was a manuscript of hand-cut sheets bound together with a copper wire,
a diary that he'd kept during an adventure he'd had in the early days of the war in the Pacific.
That adventure had made him briefly famous, and periodically publishers would approach her about publishing his memoir,
but she always refused.
briefly famous, and periodically publishers would approach her about publishing his memoir,
but she always refused. It wasn't until 1999 that her son, Damon Elgauz, took up the project and began to investigate his father's life. The adventure starts in the Philippines, which,
as I mentioned in episode 156, was the scene of some dramatic fighting during World War II.
Japan invaded the islands just nine hours after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and in overwhelming
numbers, and a group
of American and Filipino soldiers held on heroically for three months to a small piece of
territory there, the Bataan Peninsula and the island of Corregidor off its coast. Rocky Gause,
who was caught up in all this, wasn't a soldier at all. He'd been trained, as I said, as a pilot.
He'd arrived in the Philippines to fly dive bombers, but the planes themselves hadn't arrived
when the Japanese attacked, and he was caught up in the fighting on the ground.
About 80,000 Filipino and American troops were squeezed onto the peninsula of Bataan
at this time.
On April 8th, Gause commandeered a truck to get some food for the men on the front lines,
and after a chase, he was captured by the Japanese.
They threw a man with a group of American prisoners, who told him that they'd been
without food or water for two days.
Gause was afraid that
the Japanese would kill all of them pretty soon, so he jumped a guard, grabbed his knife, stabbed
him with it, and sprinted into the bush. Then he swam out into the bay toward Corregidor, which is
an island off the coast that was still held by the Americans. That was daring, but it was also
fortunate. Eventually, those captured soldiers, as well as 70,000 others, began what's called
today the Bataan Death March.
They were forced by the Japanese to walk 64 miles across country without food or water.
About 10,000 of those prisoners died of hunger, thirst, disease, and brutality at the hands of
the Japanese. If he hadn't broken out of the camp like that, Gause would likely have been one of
them. Instead, he swam three miles to Corregidor, where the army put him in charge of a machine gun
squad. They fought hard, but the attack was to Corregidor, where the army put him in charge of a machine gun squad.
They fought hard, but the attack was overwhelming at this point, and the Japanese took the island on May 6th.
Gause escaped that disaster, too.
Just before the island fell, he sailed for the mainland in an outrigger canoe,
and he spent the next three months hopping from one island to the next, stealing food and evading the Japanese.
Eventually, he met William Osborne, who was an American who had also
fought on Bataan and escaped across Manila Bay just as Gause had. For two months, Osborne had
been living in the jungle, surviving on wild vegetables and fruit. Together, they discussed
their options, and they agreed on what's really a desperate plan. The Japanese at this point
largely controlled the whole southern Pacific, so their best chance, they decided, was to run for
Australia, which is more than 3,000 miles away, or 5,000 kilometers. Just an unthinkable distance, but it was really the
only option they had, short of turning themselves in. So their first step was to find a boat.
Gause had heard of a boat that had been confiscated by the Japanese, which was a 20-foot wooden motor
skiff, basically a fishing boat, and they decided to steal that. One native brought them an
old National Geographic map of Oceania that would turn out to be incredibly valuable to them on the
voyage, just literally a map torn out of a magazine. The natives told them about the best routes, the
topography of the islands, and the possible dangers they'd meet. In fact, throughout this whole trip,
the Filipino people they met were wonderfully supportive. Strangers were constantly giving
them food, protection, and advice. Gause later said, With the Filipinos' help, Osborne and Gause sewed sails, raised a mast, and patched and scraped the boat.
When it was ready, they filled a beer bottle with water and christened the boat Ruth Lee, named after their wives.
They needed fuel, and the Filipinos told them they were
large supplies of kerosene on the lighthouse island of Capra,
near the channel leading to Manila Bay.
So together one night, Gause and Osborne surprised the Japanese soldier who manned that lighthouse,
tied him up, and loaded the boat with kerosene and ammunition that was stored there,
as well as rope, tea, coffee, sugar, and fruit.
One last precaution, which showed, I think, an awful lot of foresight, was to prepare a collection of flags.
They had an American flag
from Corregidor, a Filipino flag from Bataan, and a Japanese flag that Gause made himself
with materials taken from the lighthouse. In the end, they'd wind up using all of those.
They set out in late August, navigating by dead reckoning, using a compass and this National
Geographic map, which were all they had. In the beginning, they were both seasick,
but they quickly got over that. Generally, on the ship, boat, Osborne handled the cooking and commissary duties, and
Gause handled the sails and the operation of the boat. Technically, Osborne outranked Gause, but he
knew nothing about sailing, so they agreed that while they were in the boat, Gause would be in
charge. When they were on the boat, they called each other skipper and mate, and on land, Gause
called Osborne captain. On the very first night
of the voyage, there's a whole series of incredible lucky escapes right through the whole thing,
and here's the first one. The very first night, a Japanese ship overtook them and flashed something
at them with its signal lights. Gause had no idea what they were saying and knew only two words of
Japanese, but he flashed back Bansai Nippon, which means long-lived Japan in international Morse code. There was a pause and the ship flashed back, proceed. That was a lucky break,
the first of many. They had no instruments, but using this National Geographic map,
they were able to trace their course from island to island, making their way gradually south.
When their motor began to fail, they made for the island of Busuanga, which they knew was the site
of the world's largest leper colony. They knew there'd be some American doctors there and that the Japanese
would probably give it a wide berth. As they approached it, some lepers on a raft rode up
and asked if they had any sugar to sell. Gauze was repelled at first and drove them off, but when
they landed, they got a great welcome there, and to their great surprise, one of the lepers turned
out to be a former marine engineer who repaired their boat for them. Wow. More luck, I guess. As they made their way southward through the islands, they
foundered continually on coral reefs. This was just happening constantly. They were everywhere,
so they had to stop periodically to patch up the boat as they went along. Also, they were fighting
what turned out to be a strong southwest wind that prevails in the islands at that time of year.
They let the map guide them, and natives along the way kept them informed about the Japanese, so they were able to avoid
areas that were dangerous, for the most part at least. They made steady progress to the south,
but along the way they had a whole odyssey of strange adventures. One day, sitting at the
tiller, Gause looked behind him and saw an eight-foot shark following the boat. He made a
crude hook, caught the shark, and they ate it for supper that night. On the island of Dumaran, they met an American soldier from Montana. His transport had been sunk
about 60 miles offshore at the start of the war, and he'd swum ashore and had been living for more
than six months with a native family there. They invited him to come with them. He declined,
but gave them a letter to deliver to his mother and family back in the United States.
As they were passing Palawan Island, they passed a Japanese
seaplane at anchor with a motor launch alongside it. This is another lucky escape. The Japanese
seemed to recognize that they were Americans and made as if to pursue them, but couldn't start
their engine and were reduced to just firing their rifles at them, and Gause zigzagged the boat into
the islands and got away. At Puerto Princesa, they found a large garrison of Japanese with about 300 American
prisoners. They tried to sneak past the garrison in the night, but the wind died at just the wrong
time, and they were left floating in clear sight of the island as the sun came up. Two Japanese
ships rushed out to challenge them, but Gauze raised their Japanese flag, and they retreated.
This was just another piece of luck. Later, they passed a number of settlements that had been burned
by the Japanese, and they heard stories about their cruelties on the islands. So they're continually making these fluky, lucky escapes.
And they use those to document their trip and to do some reconnaissance on their way through the Dutch East Indies, which is there.
If you read Gause's manuscript, it's not written in any kind of breathless way.
It's pretty matter of fact.
But the things, as I say, there's all these remarkable incidents, just a whole string of them, which makes they took these photographs and because Osborne himself later wrote his own side of the whole story, which matches up largely with Gauze,
and there were just a whole string of witnesses who'd seen them and met them as they'd gone down through the Philippines and the Dutch East Indies. It's just amazing that all of this happened.
So now they had to cross the Sulu Sea, headed for North Borneo. They were well-supplied and
could make good time with the wind, but the wind turned into a typhoon. It rose to 70 miles an hour and heavy seas swamped the
boat, but fortunately it drove them out into the open sea rather than onto a reef, which would
surely have wrecked them. They bailed as fast as they could, but the storm continued all the next
day and left them with no time even to eat. Their brave little engine kept running, luckily. Late in
the afternoon, they hit a strange calm and hoped that the storm might be over, but the winds just turned around and picked up from another direction, just
as strong as ever. When it seemed that the boat would turn over, the mast was snapped off and
their sail ripped apart and disappeared. The storm roared on mercilessly through another night while
Gause tried to control the boat from the tiller. The weather had torn away many of their improvised
patches, so the boat was leaking now.
And the sea was so violent that it broke off their rudder, so that Gause found he was steering with not much more than a stick.
He made a crude replacement out of bamboo and tried to use that.
Finally, they saw a little island dead ahead and off to their left.
This turned out to be Kageyansulu, about 800 kilometers off the Borneo coast.
Gause steered to the leeward side of the island and they landed. Gause later wrote that another hour at sea would probably have killed them and it was another two days
before the typhoon broke up. The natives they met there fed them, helped with repairs and cut down
a tree that they rigged up as a mast. Then with new supplies of rice and bananas, they headed
toward Borneo. Another bizarre adventure here. Gause was sitting at the tiller one day when a
Japanese submarine surfaced right next to them.
All these bubbles came up from the deep, and he looked over idly and thought,
I wonder what that is.
And a whole submarine came up.
The three men came out, fiddled with the forward gun, and then went back down to the hatch.
The sub picked up speed and ran out of sight on the surface.
Gause wrote, I'm sure the Japs saw us, but their cocksureness or lack of interest,
one or the other, made them careless.
Two days later, they sighted land which
they were sure was British in North Borneo. The food was running low, so they raised their Japanese
flag and sailed into the harbor. The natives there fled as they approached since they were afraid of
the Japanese, so Gause and Osborne just helped themselves to supplies from the empty village.
So they were well supplied now, but the right course wasn't always clear. They knew they wanted
to go to Darvell Bay on the eastern coast of Borneo, where they'd heard that some English plantation owners lived,
but they disagreed about how closely to follow the coast. Gause tended to fear the reefs and
wanted to stay out to sea, and Osborne tended to fear the Japanese and wanted to stay inland.
Gause agreed to follow the coast, and that night, as luck would have it, they ran high and dry on a
reef. That led to their first big argument. Gause wrote afterward, in the weeks to come, when our nerves were strained to the breaking point and we were sick of looking
at each other, we were to have some more arguments, but when the trip was over, we laughed about what
seemed to us at the time to be serious difficulties. They were hung up on that reef for two days and
two nights. When they finally worked their way off, they took the route that Gause had suggested
farther out to sea. When they finally reached Darvell Bay, they found that the plantation owners they'd been looking for had been captured, and a native chief
there told them they should just surrender themselves. He said, you can't possibly hope
to escape the Japanese. They're so thick down here. The closer they're getting to Australia,
the more fighting there is between the Japanese and the Australians. So they're just meeting more
and more Japanese and encountering more and more ships, which is just going to become a bigger
problem all the way south.
But they met four British soldiers who gave them food and cigarettes, and they decided to keep going to the south through the Makassar Strait.
Japanese transports and warships were passing them more frequently now as they approached the contested waters near Australia.
When this happened, they'd lower the sail and let the boat founder as if it were a derelict.
Generally, that worked, but they were running out of food and water
and the intense heat was getting unbearable.
They started to see mirages.
At one point, Gause even saw the Golden Gate Bridge.
But on the 11th day, they saw a low-lying coast dead ahead and landed.
When the natives there learned that they were American,
they carried them into the village and fed them,
and they stayed for several days there, repairing the boat again and stocking it with food.
Now they were sailing down
through the Dutch East Indies and into the Java Sea. The tension was growing between the two of
them, Gause wrote, from being constantly keyed up and living so close together and so poorly.
But both of them made great sacrifices to keep going. At one point, the anchor stuck in the coral
and Gause had to dive down 35 feet to free it. He came back to the surface blind with pain and with
blood streaming from his nose and ears, but he had no permanent injuries. At one point, bizarrely, this has nothing to do
with anything. I just think it's fascinating. A sailfish started jumping over the boat.
Apparently he was curious. I don't know anything about sailfish, but this one determined and very
curious sailfish jumped repeatedly over the boat for more than an hour. God's word, I thought at
last I'd seen everything. That's not connected to anything else.
I just had to mention that.
As they sailed through the Dutch East Indies, they met no Dutchmen.
They had all been picked up and interned by the Japanese.
Goss wrote, I couldn't help but think how different this was from the Philippines, where
there was an American or two hiding on every island.
That's another sign of how much danger there was from the Japanese in this area.
That was the sign that the hardest part of the journey was still ahead
of them. As they approached Australia, they'd encounter more and more Japanese warships,
and to reach their goal, they'd have to get through a Japanese cordon between the Indies
and Australia and cross several hundred miles of open water. As if to emphasize that, at one point,
a pair of Japanese warships sailed right past them, one on either side of the boat. By the time
Goss saw them coming, he had no time to get out of the way. Fortunately, they were flying their Japanese flag at the time, and the ships just passed by them
without investigating. Another morning, they went ashore for supplies and realized they were in the
middle of a Japanese garrison that was just waking up. They headed back quickly to the boat and set
sail while a single sentry fired a few shots after them. Just one lucky escape after another.
To avoid the Japanese, they began sailing only at night.
During the day, they'd head into a lagoon or a deserted cove,
anchor the boat, and camouflage it with boughs, palms, and straw.
Once they discovered that they'd done this within a stone's throw of a Japanese airfield,
and they spent the whole day cowering the boat while big bombers took off right over their heads,
probably headed toward Australia.
But they were never discovered, and finally they reached the southern coast of Timor.
From there, they hoped to cross the Timor Sea due south and finally reach northern Australia. But they were never discovered, and finally they reached the southern coast of Timor. From there, they hoped to cross the Timor Sea due south and finally reach northern Australia. They found a group of friendly islanders who helped to prepare them for this last leg,
but Gause was still concerned about their provisions. They were out of both kerosene
and lubricating oil, which meant they'd have to use coconut oil for both fuel and lubricant.
They had this brave little engine that just wouldn't quit. Gause would just sit by the
tiller and just bang on the engine with a wrench, and it would just keep going no matter how badly
they mistreated it. Now they're only 600 miles from Australia, but it was mostly open sea,
and the area was full of Japanese forces. On the first day, a dozen big Japanese bombers flew
overhead, probably returning from a mission on the mainland. Gause knew that when they spotted the
boat, they'd probably alert prowler vessels that would come to investigate,
and that's exactly what happened.
Fortunately, the search planes and ships arrived after dark,
and their lights didn't happen to pick them out on the surface.
And as luck would have it, the wind rose before dawn,
and they were able to sail away quietly
before they were spotted.
Gause judged that they were in allied waters now,
so he took down the Japanese flag
and raised the stars and stripes.
He wrote later, that was almost a fatal move. About four o'clock, they heard a lone plane engine. As the plane
approached, Gause hoped it might be from an American ship, but as it descended out of the sun,
it opened fire on them. The plane zoomed past no more than a hundred feet off the water, and Gause
hurriedly put up the Japanese flag again, but the pilot wasn't fooled and sent another round of fire
at them. One bullet grazed Osborne's shoulder, and an incendiary punctured the fuel oil cans. Smoke and flames began to lick out of the cabin and the boat
began to sink. The plane flew off thinking they were done for, but luckily the rising water put
out the flames. Osborne bailed and Gause jumped overboard and plugged the bullet holes as well as
he could. They'd lost several cans of precious coconut oil in the fire and their water supply
had been tainted with the salt water that filled the boat, so now the only source of drinkable fluid they had was three green coconuts. Gause dressed Osborne's
wounds and coaxed the motor to life again, and they limped on toward Australia. Three days later,
they were still limping, and both were so dehydrated that they'd stopped perspiring.
Gause wrote, it was maddening to be so close to our goal and yet so far.
They finally hit the Australian coast but couldn't find any water, so they started heading east along
the shore, periodically going ashore and scraping water out of rocky pools.
Sometimes they saw Allied boats and planes passing by, and they waved and fired their guns, but no one ever stopped.
On the afternoon of the sixth day sailing east, they entered a large bay and sailed up the mouth of a river.
There, finally, a motor launch approached them, an experience so strange now that they couldn't be sure they were really seeing it.
It was manned by Australian soldiers. The boat circled them, apparently unsure who they were.
By now they were just blasted to sunburn to smithereens and still sailing this rickety boat
with a tree for a mast, so it's not surprising they couldn't understand what they were seeing.
The Australian major told his men, keep the blighters covered, and came aboard.
They told him their story, and Gause said, the Australians gave them all the water and food and cigarettes we could stand.
In all, they had spent 59 days sailing 3,200 miles
through the Sulu, Celebes, and Java Seas
and made landfall within 15 miles of the point they'd set as their goal,
using just a National Geographic map.
And both of them, believe it or not, had put on weight during the trip.
They slept in beds that night,
and the next day they were flown to a northern Australia air base where they were taken to Douglas MacArthur's headquarters. Gause walked
up to MacArthur's desk, saluted, and said, Sir Lieutenant Gause reports for duty from Corregidor.
MacArthur returned the salute, looked him over, stood up, and said, well, I'll be damned.
On October 21st, 1942, MacArthur personally decorated both of them with the Distinguished
Service Cross for
Extraordinary Heroism in Action. Newspapers and magazines across the country carried their story.
The New York Daily Mirror ran a 22-part interview with the two of them. The government wanted them
to spend the rest of the war making personal appearances at war bond rallies, but after a
year of this, they both asked to return to active duty. Osborne went to Burma, and Gause died testing
dive bombers in England in 1944. He had kept a battered ship's log and diary throughout this whole journey,
and before his death he wrote up an account of his adventures and paid a sergeant to type it out for him.
That's the manuscript that his wife received.
He called it By the Grace of God and the Filipino People.
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today. Pete B wrote to us about episode 58, English as She Is Spoke, which was about a rather tortured English phrase book published in 1855 by Pedro Carolino, who unfortunately didn't actually speak any English.
So it contained some wonderful phrases such as the rose trees begins to button and he burns oneself the brains.
begins to button and he burns oneself the brains. We actually had a bit of a tough time recording that episode as it was hard to get through it without laughing so much that we couldn't be
understood. Pete said, I have been catching up on all the older podcasts since I discovered your
site some months ago. Fascinating stuff, I must say. One episode reminded me immediately of a
scene from the movie Casablanca where a foreign couple
is heading for america and therefore is trying to speak only english when they check the time
it sounds like they got the translation of the phrase for checking time from a certain or similar
phrase book i do not have a copy of english as she has spoke to see if it is actually from that book
thanks for all the thoughtful and informative work on the podcast and the website. And Pete sent a link to a YouTube clip of the scene in which the man asks his wife,
sweetness heart, what watch? And she checks her watch and replies, 10 watch. And this does seem
like something that could come from English as she spoke. But I was able to find a copy of the
book online and
determine that it doesn't seem that the couple in Casablanca was actually using this particular
phrasebook as their model. However, English as She Is Spoke gives us some of its examples,
what o'clock is it, what o'clock you think it is, and what o'clock dine him. So not too dissimilar,
maybe the Casablanca's writers were familiar with Carolino's
work. I had never noticed that in Casablanca. I guess it goes by pretty fast, but it's a funny
line. Yeah. Nathan Cross sent an email with the subject line, lighthouse for sale that would make
an excellent hermitage and said, hey guys, I just saw this and my first thought was, wow,
this would be the perfect hermitage.
I've clearly been listening to too much of your podcast.
And maybe that might be one way to know that you have been listening to a lot of Utility Closet.
The article that Nathan sent is about a 144-year-old lighthouse two miles offshore near Baltimore, Maryland
that is currently being auctioned off
by the U.S. government. I guess an offshore lighthouse would make a great hermitage and
really cut down on the number of visitors you would get. Though the lighthouse was described
as being a fixer-upper, so you will need to be a handy hermit if you want to live there.
And if you want more options, it turns out that there are actually five more lighthouses for sale
around Michigan.
Some of those have histories of being rather encased in ice during the winter months,
so they might be better for someone who really doesn't want too many visitors.
And while some of these lighthouses do look pretty picturesque,
the interiors tend to look rather rough, and there's no word on whether they have Wi-Fi.
But we'll have links, of course, in the show notes for anyone who aspires to be a lighthouse hermit. Christian Dainton wrote on the topic of decimal time,
which we had mentioned in episode one and then in episode 163, to note that one of our listeners
had developed a clock that kept decimal time. Christian said, hi guys, which is used in the unisex multi-species sense.
On the one hand, you have people saying that we should use decimal time to simplify things.
On the other hand, you have people like me who wish that we used a duodecimal numbering system for everything else.
12 has more factors, making it easier to divide between e.g. 3, 4, or 6.
And its ease of use in everyday life
is shown by the fact that it was used historically for weights and measures. Unfortunately, evolution
gave us 10 fingers and the rest is history. Keep up the good work. Christian does have a good point
about 12 having more factors, but maybe it is my 10-fingered biases that make decimal systems just
seem more workable to me.
With our current system for measuring time, it's not very easy to do things like adding
one hour and 24 minutes to three hours and 52 minutes.
I also think it's a real problem when people try to represent a non-decimal system like
time or feet and inches in decimals.
So you're told that something is 4.62 feet long, and you need to work out how
many inches 6.62 feet would be. That just doesn't seem like a good system to me.
Yeah, imperial measures cause us problems on this show. We have a relatively large
international audience, but two thirds of it is still in the United States. So if we're going to
give a measure of, say, distance, it's still hard to decide whether to give it in miles or in
kilometers.
Yeah, that's just a problem with our being one of the few countries in the world that's still hard to decide whether to give it in miles or in kilometers. Yeah, that's just a problem with our being one of the few countries in the world
that still stubbornly insists on not switching to the metric system.
But actually the thing that I'm really hoping for
is one of those calendar reform systems like we discussed in the first episode.
Instead of the really inconsistent system that we have now
where we have different months having different numbers of days,
which just seems kind of screwy when you think about it. And 31 is a prime number,
so if you go with Christian's argument that having factors is a help, then that's just a
really lousy number of days to have in a month. So I'm holding out for the calendar reforms.
Thanks so much to everyone who writes in to us. If you have any questions or comments,
you can send them to podcast at futilitycloset.com. And bonus points to you if you give me some help with your name.
It's Greg's turn to try to solve a lateral thinking puzzle. I am going to give him an
odd sounding situation and he has to try to figure out what is actually going on,
asking only yes or no questions.
This puzzle comes from David Prusiner, who let us know that he and his wife Becky have been married for 40 years,
met in high school, and still love talking to each other,
and now have our podcast to talk about in addition to their other subjects.
Great.
So way to go, David and Becky.
Here's David's puzzle.
A farmer drove his pickup truck down the highway in front of his farm,
turned onto a muddy side road and instantly became stuck in the mud. No worries. His farm was nearby.
He walked back to his farm and soon returned on his tractor with a tow rope in hand. He attached the tow rope to his tractor and the back of his truck and began to pull the truck back towards
the highway. He was seated in the tractor pulling.
Suddenly, as a result of his efforts, he died.
What happened?
That was going so nicely there, wasn't it?
And then the guy suddenly dies.
Suddenly, as a result of his efforts, he dies.
Yeah.
All right, so you've got a guy in a tractor.
Yes.
Towing a car.
Trying to pull a car out of the mud.
Truck out of the mud. And just for clarity, the car clarity the car and the tractor the truck opposite direction yeah yes the truck and the
tractor pointed opposite direction i believe so yes with the tote with with a rope connecting
them yes do we need to know anything more about the truck than that um yes
maybe i don't know okay i mean do we need to know that it was like it was in gear or Um. Yes. Hmm.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Okay.
I mean, do I need to know that it was like it was in gear or.
No, nothing like that.
Okay. So it would help me then to know how he died.
Obviously.
That would.
Did the rope break?
No.
Does it matter where this happened?
Exactly.
No.
Or the weather.
No.
Or time, you know, period.
No.
And it's a track by a tractor. You mean what I think of as a tractor that a farmer might have.
Yes.
Okay.
All right.
Did he die from some, I want to say, biological cause, like a heart attack or a stroke or something?
No.
It wasn't through physical exertion that brought this on.
And the rope didn't break,
and I don't need to know much more about the truck.
And I don't, are there other people involved?
No.
It's not that somebody's passing by on the road?
Correct.
And I don't need to know where he was going?
Right.
Okay.
Well, this is pretty straightforward then.
That couldn't be more straightforward.
All right, if the rope doesn't break, was the tractor moving when he died?
I don't know.
Possibly not.
Possibly not.
Okay.
So he hooks up the rope and it just gets back onto the tractor.
Yes.
And is attempting to pull the truck out of the mud.
When he dies.
Yes.
And he's on the tractor when he dies. He doesn't fall off. Right. It's nothing like that. Right. He's on the tractor. When he dies? Yes. And he's on the tractor
when he dies?
He doesn't fall off?
Right.
It's nothing like that?
Right.
He's on the tractor.
He doesn't fall off.
Okay.
Would,
I have to ask this,
would you say that
the cause of his death
is related to what he was doing?
Yes.
Right.
Always a good question.
So if he'd just
driven down the road
in the truck,
he wouldn't have died
at that same moment.
Right.
Right.
Yeah.
A giant meteor.
Yeah.
Right.
So his bomb went off or something.
Yeah.
Surprise.
Nothing to do with it.
Yeah.
No.
Okay.
It was definitely as a result of his efforts.
Was the tractor involved?
Not directly.
Okay, you wouldn't say the tractor caused his death by...
I wouldn't.
Exploding or falling over or something?
Right, I wouldn't.
Do I need to know anything more about him, his identity, his past?
Nope.
How do you die on a tractor? Do I need to know anything more about him, his identity, his past? Nope.
How do you die on a tractor?
Would he have died if the truck weren't there,
if he was just riding the tractor back toward the road? He would not have died in that situation.
So the truck had to be there.
Okay, that ought to be helpful.
Now you just have to figure out how.
But you say he wasn't necessarily moving at the moment.
He was not necessarily moving. That is correct.
Does the rope have to be taut?
Yes.
Okay. Okay. That's helpful.
Yeah. Good question.
So it's not just that he just climbed back onto the tractor and hasn't even started going yet.
That's correct.
He started moving back toward the road.
Yes. He's pulling on the tractor and the rope is taut.
When the rope goes taut, does it launch something in the air or anything like that?
Not exactly, if I think I understand your question correctly.
Are there any other living things involved?
No.
It's like a snake or something.
Right.
Oh, whoa.
It was a snake on the rope.
And it's not that he pulls the bumper off the truck and that goes flying.
It is like that.
That is what it is.
The farmer had tied the tow rope to the ball of the truck's trailer hitch, which was old.
The truck had stuck fast.
When the tractor pulled, the tow rope was put under tremendous pressure, but the truck could not move.
The rusty bolt holding the trailer hitch ball suddenly broke. The extreme tension of the tow rope then fired the ball back toward the farmer,
striking him on the back of his head, killing him instantly. Is this true? He says it is. David says
that he, yes, he'd heard this story and it supposedly actually happened. Because it sounds
like something, you know, some freak story that actually did happen. Yeah. And David actually sent
me a very amusing list of
questions and answers to this puzzle so that I could read through them and try to guess it myself
before I posed it to you. It was very fun. And I'd actually guessed that the truck itself had
become very suddenly unstuck and that the whole truck had gone into the tractor. Yeah, that's a
good guess. But you actually got it much closer to what it actually was. Stumbled into it.
So thanks to David and Becky for that puzzle.
And if you have a puzzle you'd like to send in for us to try,
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