Given a spate of recent enigmatic airline disappearances, and my own obsession with unsolved mysteries (plus my unrequited love of Deborah Harry), I was elated to discover this Blondie song I had never heard before. I knew I had to share it with my loyal connectees (the chosen three) and dedicate it to the mysteries of the black box. 

Flight 45, last seen alive on the runway
Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next Monday)
And our friends are at the airport / Cousin Bill says, “Enjoy the water sports”
As we fly into the mystery
The film comes on and the Earth recedes…

Several hours out – twenty minutes south of Bermuda
The communication’s gone – something has to be so wrong
And it must be Jesus calling / The silver ship, the blue sea falling
Death was in that poison wave and in its gulf a fitting grave

The coast guard said they might be found
They know just where the plane went down…