Lived through things that should have killed them, and kept notes.

What kind of woman test-drives a Niagara Falls barrel by sending a cat over first?

A loom took half her scalp at thirteen; she spent the next eighty-seven years deciding what the world was allowed to see.

What does it take for a state to kill the same man twice, nearly thirty years apart, using the same injury?

She told her relatives she was going on a pilgrimage, packed one carpetbag, and did not come back for sixteen years.

Who packs a pre-mixed glob of Vaseline and cotton into his pocket before climbing into a balloon, and what exactly does he expect to happen up there?

What kind of man asks his colleagues to poke him awake if he stops breathing, and considers a perforated eardrum a social asset?

She rode on crusade, got hauled out of Antioch in the dead of night, was caught fleeing in men's clothes at fifty, ran England at sixty-seven — and then she designed her own tomb.

She fought a crocodile with a paddle, wore leeches like a fur collar, and insisted to her dying day that trousers were beneath her — so what, exactly, did the skirt save her from?

If you sealed your life story in an ancient jar, hid it with a chest of gold, and someone paid $48,000 for it six years ago — would you want to know why they never cracked the wax?

What kind of person enters a fencing tournament against an entire garrison while their brain is swelling inside their skull?

What do you find when you open a grave that belonged to a man who never stopped walking?

If he memorized 7,000 pieces but only 100 words, what exactly was he listening for?