Cars, buses and fountains—oh my!
For the first few years, they originally sold for less than a buck.
Three stunts. One night. Two legends. And an old-school motorcycle.
Blue clouds of poisonous gas. Relentless shelling and machine-gun fire. Horace Pippin's journals recorded life in ‘them lonely, cooty, muddy trenches.'
Their code of conduct was designed to keep the warrior-knights humble, chaste and—most of all—obedient.
They weren't all battles and bloodshed. There was also coexistence, political compromise, trade, scientific exchange—even love.
Holy wars. Papal proclamations. Exiles and inquisitions. It was a busy time.
Is this what the Zodiac Killer would have sounded like?
