When a crazy dream sent two cities loudly

Everything came to nothing. The Concorde built only 20 planes and British Airways and Air France posed the lot. The Boeing 2707 never got off the ground.

But in 1979, the Albury-Wodonga 2ay radio broke into its morning program with surprising news.

A popular disc jockey named Laurie Henry announced that a concorde was making a trial flight not rarald to Australia and, shock horror, had affected engine problems and had to carry out an emergency landing.

Albury airport had the only suitable track, she reported.

Henry has held the citizens of the Twin Cities and the surrounding districts in slavery for the whole hour of breakfast, tracing the plane while making a turning point on Alice Springs, his comment became more and more breathless while the struck plane screamed towards the upper Murray, a sonic boom that rolled in his wake.

Soon, Albury’s small airport was crammed with spectators in a high state of agitation and the police were at the end of their ingenuity on how to resolve the growing traffic chaos.

It took a while to drop the penny.

It was April 1st.

Slowly, the April steps at the airport and those blocked on the roads with dispersed block, even if it has been reported that an hopeful was still in the airport field to scan the sky for a concordant when the night fell.

Laurie Henry was threatened to arrest for causing a public discomfort, but no police sergeant seemed eager to be remembered for having imprisoned a local hero for bringing out the Artil Hok acrobatics more successful in memory; One who would cause joy for decades.

Tragically, Henry the Merry Jester died of a heart attack at the age of 35 in less than a year later in March 1980.

It returned to me when I woke up on Tuesday this week at the intelligence, announced with sad gravitas, that one of my daughters had crashed his car in my bike parked in the garage downstairs, causing serious damage.

“April Fool”, shouted my small family in the upper humor as I jumped from the bed.

My relief instant, according to some psychologists, is the reason why April Fool’s jokes are actually good for us. The awareness that an imminent disaster was simply a good -natured joke causes a discharge of endorphins, the natural drug and the well -being that makes you feel better and prepares you for a positive morning.

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Nobody is sure of how the Fery Ritual of April Well’s Day has started. It has been in circulation since the 16th century (at least) and is observed in countries around the world.

A largely sold suggestion was started in France in 1564 when Charles IX decreed that the new year would be celebrated on January 1st and would no longer start at Christmas, March 1st or March 25th or Easter, depending on which French diocese was doing the calculation (MIS).

Those who were unable to observe the new date and were stuck with Easter – a mobile party usually in April – were therefore known as steps since April.

Another version concerns “The Nun’s Priest’s Tale” in Geoffrey Chaucer’s The stories of Canterbury from 1392 in which the cock, Chanticleer, has been deceived by a fox “since the beginning of March, thirty days and two”. Since March he has 31 days, “thirty days and two” would have made the date on 1 April on which the rooster was deceived.

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Whatever its origin, on April 1 it exists to remember us, usually harmless and with a laugh, which we are all able to be deceived.

Even the great and predators predatory artists have always known him less the Innocua laugh.

“There is a windy born every minute”, it is assumed that the 19th century American showman and Charlatan Pt Barnum broke.

All those who believe that Barnum actually said they were almost certainly deceived.

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He did not devise the sentence: the versions were around before Barnum began to hold back the crowd – and apparently the word “sucer” was not used in his time.

Anyone who was the author, however, neatly summarizes a universal truth that has become miserably obvious in this era of social media, disinformation and false news.

The belief, once a slightly attractive quality that implies innocence and fault, now endangers the undead.

The belief is a precious currency for cynics, scammers, scammers and background feedists.

It can be exploited to the point of being able to elect a fraud as President of the United States, removing the United Kingdom from Europe on a package of lies or simply by erasing the contents of your bank account with a phone call.

At the depths, the Creduloni parents swallow The absurdity of anti-vaxxerUntil the oldest health official in the United States government, Robert F. Kennedy, and children die for measles, a disease previously eradicated by developed countries such as the United States and Australia.

Dark thoughts.

Better to remember the best tricks in April designed to make fun of the Credulone with the happy endorphins, rather than the intact post-scam adrenaline.