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today i learned that chris kraft, paul haney, and electronics executive edward haake once stopped a plane from being hijacked and redirected to cuba by haake distracting the kid with gold coins and kraft and haney tackling the 16 year old hijacker
Taken with DJI Phantom 2 - which I eventually crashed into the lake seen in the videos!
Phantom Limbs - Shudder cs Accidie Records, 2009
Phantom Limbs is Eric Haney. I’m not sure who that is. Somehow I own this tape. Not sure which side is which as its unclear from the label. Meandering, atmospheric textures reach out, repeat, go on for a little while. The sort of distortion on this tape seems of a more lo-fi origin - from the type of gear used vs. a more synthetic distortion via a pedal. Or perhaps he’s just using a bunch of cheap pedals - but that’s not a slam. It just has an unpolished quality to it of someone who may just be using whatever gear was around or in reach. Nothing wrong with that at all... The other side is broken up into more segments with flashes of more dynamic elements but it tends to come back to the usual, common blasts of noise and various textures.
NASA PAO Paul Haney shows off the "Are You A Turtle?" card that Wally Schirra displayed to the world during the 1968 Apollo 7 broadcast from space.
McDivitt photobomb.
That Time When Chris Kraft Disarmed a Hijacker
In mid-November (of 1965), Paul Haney of the Public Affairs Office and I flew to Florida for meetings at the Cape. National Airlines knew us too well, and this was one of those times when they upgraded us to first class on a DC-8 flight that stopped in New Orleans. As we climbed out of New Orleans, I saw a flight attendant take a young man to a forward toilet. He looked sickly and carried a small paper bag.
"He's acting funny," she said. "Do you mind if I put him in that seat across from you?"
I didn't and agreed to talk to the boy, to see what his problem was. He seemed to be eighteen or twenty and looked nervous. After a few attempted pleasantries, I asked what was in the bag.
"I've got a gun," he said. He pulled it out and pointed it at me. I didn't know what it was, but it looked like a cannon at that moment. Paul Haney said my face turned as white as my shirt when the boy jumped up and demanded to see the pilot. He wanted to go to Cuba.
The flight attendants were well-trained and cool. One of them passed the word to the cockpit, and the pilot immediately locked the door. When the boy discovered that he couldn't get in, he pulled out a second gun and went crazy. He fired both guns into the floor of the lounge in front of me. Then he was tossed sideways as the pilot put the plane in a high-g turning descent, heading back to New Orleans.
The boy regained his balance, and my optimistic side convinced me that he was firing blanks because I couldn't see any holes in the carpet. Almost immediately, another passenger - I think he was a little drunk - tried to get the boy's attention by showing him a box filled with old coins. It worked. The kid started looking at old quarters and half-dollars, and we all jumped on him, me on the bottom with Haney and the other passenger piling on. In a moment, we had the boy subdued and disarmed.
FBI agents boarded the plane back at New Orleans and took a frightened young man into custody. The interviews with all of us took another hour, and while we talked, I watched a mechanic pull up the carpet. At least ten big bullet holes were in the aluminum floor. The kid wasn't firing blanks. Luck was with all of us because the bullets missed some critical hydraulics and electrical lines under the floor.
By now, it was all over the national news. This was one of the first attempted hijackings of an American plane. Back home, Sig Sjoberg managed to get Betty Anne on the phone and explain things before she saw it on television. By then, Paul Haney and I were on another flight to the Cape.
I got a letter form the boy's father later, thanking me for my actions and for not hurting his son. The boy was disturbed and was charged in federal court. I never did hear anything more about him.
-from Flight: My Life in Mission Control by Christopher C. Kraft
