Do You Want to Talk About Airports?

Frank olson crashed through his hotel window at two 25 a m that night, and he'd die in a pool of blood on the seventh avenue sidewalk. Reportedly, he tried saying something to the hotel doorman right before he expired, but couldn't get out the words,. So that my roomis on the first floor right now. That's what his son said. His son said, like, dad died? No, he disappeared. He went to new york and he just never came back. Oh, he had no way. That means he's dead. But when police questioned the switchboard operator at the hotel, they got a different story.