As I write this post, a crazy man is preparing to walk across a wire over Niagara Falls. It is still a half hour away - ABC is still shilling the audience showing how hard it is - so I still don't yet know if he will be dead in an hour or so. His great-great grandfather Karl Wallenda died in Puerto Rico on the high wire at age 73, many years ago. There is a huge crowd gathered at the falls and apparently no one had figured out how to make them pay. They have all come to see the man die, of course, as will I when I go back to the TV. I don't know what it is about watching crazy men die that is such an attraction.
I'll go watch the spectacle now, and you can find out if he made it or not in your morning newspaper.
P.S. - He's doing it at night. Obviously. That would be a first.