A random fun fact about me, I have crippling acrophobia. Despite that, I kind of wish I could fly since it’d be convenient. For starters, I could avoid traffic. I could also get a really good view of things. You know, stuff that I think would be useful.
Unfortunately, I’m unable to fly outside of my dreams, so I guess I’ll have to try and find a genie’s lamp. Until I do, there are always mysteries that yearn to be talked about. Luckily for you and me, it’s still December, so mysteries are on the menu every day!
If you read the entry that preceded this one, you’ll know that today, I’m covering two stories from the 17th century. This one will see us jump ahead from 1646 to 1693 and will take us from the Netherlands to Poland. Let’s take to the skies and discuss the truly baffling tale of The Polish Flying Man!
