Less than two weeks had passed since Harry Houdini made his coffin escape. Few would have believed that it was possible.
Houdini was handcuffed, shackled and nailed into a box, then thrown into the East River.
Despite the stifling July heat, hundreds of spectators lined the barge and shoreline, some placing bets on whether or not the great Houdini would finally meet his maker. I was one of those who bet on Houdini…and I was right. Minutes after the box hit the water, Houdini surfaced, smiling and waving to the crowds.
I only wish father and mother had been here to see it. I’m sure they won’t believe how close I was to the action. But I now have something to prove I was there.
Houdini may have escaped from the box, but I escaped with a piece of history. I can’t wait to show them.
Did you enjoy this post? Subscribe to get more like it delivered to your inbox.
