If you’re from around here, you probably know of the Gandy Dancer, a favorite fancy restaurant opened and owned by popular restaurateur Chuck Muer. In March of 1993, we were shocked to learn that Chuck Muer and his wife, along with another couple, had disappeared without a trace while sailing in the Bermuda Triangle.

We know the stories, stories like Flight 19, a squadron of five bombers which vanished in 1945 during a training flight. The mystery deepened when two rescue aircraft were sent in search of the missing squadron one of which also disappeared without a trace.

We know the explanations – electromagnetic activity causing boats and planes to disintegrate, curses, UFO’s, and other supernatural phenomena. Something spooky is out there and it leaves us wondering. Mysteries always do.

But somebody has figured it out. A couple of weeks ago, Australian scientist and popular TV science commentator Dr. Karl Kruszelnick solved the mystery and I gotta say it’s disappointing. He says,

“According to Lloyds of London and the US coast guard, the number of planes that go missing in the Bermuda Triangle is the same as anywhere in the world on a percentage basis.”

I was hoping for something more fantastic but as it turns out there’s no mystery to the mystery. It’s simply a very busy corridor for boats, ships, and planes. Insurance companies say that statistically it is no more dangerous than anywhere else in the world. And the reasons for all the disappearances is also the same as anywhere else in the world – weather and operator error.

Flight 19’s leader, Lt. Charles Taylor, arrived that day hung over and without his watch to help time the flight for fuel usage. He had gotten lost twice before on training exercises and had to ditch his planes in the ocean. Radio transcripts show they most likely ran out of fuel.

The rescue planes sent to search for the missing squadron had a history of vapor leaks when fully fueled. A tanker in the area saw the two planes flying low in their search and witnessed one of the aircrafts blowing up. And more than fifty years later, Chuck Muer lost a race home with what would be dubbed The Storm of the Century.

It makes sense to me. But in telling a friend about what I’d read, he became unexpectedly irritated mumbling something about government cover ups and thought control. I was taken back, but it made me stop and take stock of those times I get irritated when a little clarity is thrust upon me – an uninvited truth unexpectedly jabbing its finger into the puffed chest of my fabricated spaces.

More times than not, truth is a bully we only pretend to like.