D.B. Cooper. Thanksgiving Eve, 1971. An average looking man in a suit, a tie, and an overcoat pays for a one-way ticket at the Northwest Orient counter for flight 305 out of Portland, Oregon. The flight was scheduled to depart at 2:50pm PST for Seattle. The man boarded the plane and sat down in his seat. While waiting for the jet to depart, the man ordered a bourbon & soda. Once in the air this polite and inconspicuous traveler would hand a note to one of the flight attendants. She put it away. Men making a pass at her was not uncommon. The man spoke up and urged her to read the note now. She took it back out. It read: “I HAVE A BOMB. I WILL USE IT IF NECESSARY. I WANT YOU TO SIT NEXT TO ME. YOU ARE BEING HIJACKED.”