JFK and the Coconut

The content below is from Episode 149 of the Who’d a Thunk it? Podcast


  • Next Level Chef
    • Yes, it isn’t my typical kind of show and if it weren’t for my wife Shannon, I probably wouldn’t watch any reality competition show like this. But I’m glad I do.
    • It started with the Great British Baking show which is such a happy feely baking show. Then we binged a couple seasons of Master Chef.
    • Well the latest food competition show we are obsessed with is Next Level Chef starring Gordon Ramsay.
      • We love watching Gordon lol
      • I particularly love the fact that he is known for being a hardass on his adult shows, but when he is working with children he turns into the sweetest guy on the planet LOL.
    • The plot of the show: Chefs Gordon Ramsay, Nyesha Arrington and Richard Blais recruit talented chefs and take them under their wings as they face unique cooking challenges in a one-of-a-kind culinary gauntlet with the goal of finding the food world’s newest superstar.
    • It is in Vegas and the 3 storied kitchens makes this show unique. There is the basement kitchen which has dull knives and very little options for cooking. There is the the middle kitchen which is like a standard mid level restaurant kitchen, then the 3rd level is a kitchen with REALLY expensive equipment.
      • The contestants don’t know what ingredients they get until they are lowered on a platform through the three levels. So the 3rd floor gets first pick, 2nd floor gets 2nd dibs, and the basement gets the last picked ingredients.
    • Shannon and I enjoy it. I think you might too


  • John Fitzgerald Kennedy was born May 29th 1917 (During WW1)
    • At the age of 43 on January 20th 1961 he would become the 2nd youngest US President. The 35th President of the country’s history.
    • He would infamously be assassinated on November 22nd of 1963.
    • If you ask someone on the street what the first thing they think of when you bring up JFK, they will most certainly say his death… but the man lived a… colorful life.
    • Today’s eipsode is about one small story from his life, before he ever became president of the Free world.
John F. Kennedy and the crew of PT-109 in the Solomon Islands in 1943. Back row, left to right: Allan Webb, Leon Drawdy, Edgar Mauer, Edmund Drewitch, John Maguire, Lt. j.g. John F. Kennedy. Front row, left to right: Charles Harris, Maurice Kowal, Andrew Kirksey, and Lenny Thom. Photo courtesy of the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.

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John F. Kennedy and the crew of PT-109 in the Solomon Islands in 1943. Back row, left to right: Allan Webb, Leon Drawdy, Edgar Mauer, Edmund Drewitch, John Maguire, Lt. j.g. John F. Kennedy. Front row, left to right: Charles Harris, Maurice Kowal, Andrew Kirksey, and Lenny Thom. Photo courtesy of the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.

  • Many young Americans of all backgrounds volunteered for military service in 1941, including young John F. Kennedy.
    • He was 26 years old when he almost died in action serving in the South Pacific. A Japanese destroyer ran into his patrol torpedo boat. This event lasted like 8 days and when it was all over two heroism awards were given out. Through it all, a coconut was involved. This coconut would go from the waters of the south pacific to the Oval Office.
  • It was one of those dark dark nights with no moon and clouds blacking out the stars on August 1st of 1943. The patrol torpedo boat PT-109 was in the Blackett Strait just south of Kolombangara of the Solomon Islands. PT-109 was under orders to run silently through the night to avoid being detected by enemies.
    • At the helm was skipper Kennedy, a lieutenant junior grade. He scanned the horizon and spotted the “Tokyo Express,” the name US naval personnel gave to the Japanese destroyers tasked with escorting supplies and soldiers to Guadalcanal.
    • PT-109 fired 30 torpedoes at 3 battleships and one escort vessel… none hit their targets.
      • A splendid waste of Tax Payer dollars
  • Then the PT-109 received orders to return to base. Four boats including the PT-109 got into formation to head back to base but still cover their retreat. All was well until one boat suddenly broke off formation to pursue a Japanese target.
    • The ship that broke formation was the only boat with radar capabilities so when it left it left the other three boats practically blind.
    • To make matters worse, the waters of the Solomon Islands have phosphorescent plankton residing within them and the skippers of the blind boats knew that going through these glowing plankton plumes would leave a glowing trail behind their boats. This would be like a giant glowing arrow for aircraft. They were literally glowing targets to enemy aircraft. So they trudged onward towards what they thought was the direction of home base using only 1 of 3 engines.
      • Hopefully the slowed retreat would disturb less glowing plankton.   
John F. Kennedy (JFK) navy PT-109 coconut coffee or die
Oil painting depicting the moment PT-109 was rammed by the Japanese destroyer Amagiri during WWII. This painting hung in one of the cabinet rooms of the White House. Photo courtesy of the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.
  • That night around 230AM, as the 3 boats retreated, Kennedy noticed a black shape coming for the PT-109. At first he thought it was another patrol torpedo boat, but as it came closer he noticed it was a Japanese destroyer vessel called the Amagiri.
    • Traveling at about 40 knots about to collide with the PT-109, Kennedy suddenly tried turning his boat right to aim at the enemy destroyer. He hoped he could get the torpedoes out and strike the enemy, but it was too late.
    • From the time they noticed the Japanese Destroyer to when it struck the PT-109 was about 10 seconds. The Amagiri rammed and cut the PT-109 in half. The impact killed two US sailors instantly. Kennedy had just barely escaped his cockpit and with the 10 other survivors was left floating in South Pacific in the dead of night.
  • The Amagiri sped off and its massive wake put out the flames of the impact. Kennedy was clinging to wreckage from the PT-109 with 4 other members of the crew.
    • He called out for more survivors and heard replies from 6 other men.
    • Motor Machinist Mate Patrick McMahon was badly burned from the PT boat’s fuel tank exploding on impact.
    • Gunner’s Mate Charles Harris was severely wounded.
    • The 6 survivors not by Skipper Kennedy’s side were about 100 yards from the wreckage of the PT-109. But it took Kennedy 3 hours to rescue them in the pitch black night.
    • Once all were together they talked about what to do next.

“There’s nothing in the book about a situation like this. A lot of you men have families and some of you have children. What do you want to do? I have nothing to lose.”  

John F. Kennedy (JFK) navy PT-109 coconut coffee or die
Lt. j.g. John F. Kennedy aboard PT-109 in the South Pacific, 1943. Photo courtesy of the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.
  • There wasn’t much debate amongst the survivors, I suppose the dire situation made the sailors much more agreeable.
    • They ditched the PT-109 wreckage and tried for swimming to the nearest island named… I kid you not… Plum Pudding. But Plum Pudding was three and a half miles away…
    • The distance was manageable for Kennedy, who had been on the Harvard swim team. But he also took on the arduous task of towing McMahon, holding McMahon’s belt in his teeth. Several of the other men were good swimmers, but two couldn’t swim at all — they had to be pushed and pulled along on a plank the entire distance.
      • I’m not sure if the two sailors who couldn’t swim were unable to do so because of injury or if they just didn’t know how to swim…
      • but I am always baffled by people who can’t swim. I realize not everyone has the same opportunities as myself and so not everyone gets the opportunity to learn how to swim as a child. But it just seems like such a huge risk like every body of water is a death sentence…
      • It is especially baffling that US Naval personnel didn’t know how to swim.
  • The first to arrive at Plum Pudding island was Kennedy himself, though he was completely exhausted. The survivors of PT-109 quickly dubbed their refuge Bird Island because there was so much bird crap on the bushes.
    • McMahon (the burn victim) had to help Kennedy for the last few yards to shore. Kennedy was that exhausted.
      • I’ve had to drag people in a swim before. It is insanely frustrating, awkward, and just sucks the energy out of you at an astonishing rate.
        • I should note the time I had to drag someone in the water was when I was teenager. My friend Adam and I were swimming in a river in upstate Pennsylvania. Adam got unexpectedly swept underwater and panicked (as I’m sure most people would). To keep him from panicking himself to the point of drowning I approached him and began to drag him to shore. I’m a decent swimmer, but He was punching and kicking and I made very little progress. Luckily my dad was watching from a rock about 8 feet above the water. He jumped in and took over the rescue.
        • So my experience is very limited, but I have a vague idea as to how hard it is to drag people while swimming for just a few yards.
          • Back when I was a teenage athlete working out regularly and younger it was taxing as hell. Now I’m a nearly 30 year old work from home dude that goes to Planet Fitness only like 3 times a week. I doubt I could even swim drag someone a few yards now.
        • I cannot imagine swimming 3.5 miles in the pitch black, in the pacific ocean, in enemy waters, with not one teenager, but a full grown men in tow.
    • Once he had a chance to regain some strength, Kennedy swam to Ferguson Passage. The passage was commonly patroled by American PT boats.
    • Swimming over sharp coral reefs for over an hour Kennedy eventually gave up on the idea of being rescued that night. He began swimming back to Plum Pudding island but the currents that night were deceptively strong. Kennedy nearly drowned trying to get back to his crew before he gave up and settled on Leorava island southeast of Plum Pudding island.
  • Kennedy Island (local name Kasolo Island, also known as Plum Pudding Island), is a 1.17 hectares (2.9 acres), uninhabited island in Solomon Islands that was named after John F. Kennedy, following an incident involving Kennedy during his World War II naval career. Kennedy Island lies 15 minutes by boat from Gizo, the provincial capital of the Western Province of Solomon Islands.
  • The crew spent the night on Plum Pudding island and Kennedy on Leorava island. They regrouped as soon as possible.
    • Instead of sitting and waiting for rescue, they decided to get up and move. They began swimming from island to island looking for water and food.
    • Ensign George Ross accompanied Kennedy in exploring the last island in the chain Naru Island.
    • From Naru they were able to see Ferguson Passage. They sneaked down to the beach and discovered a Japanese wreck where they were able to get their hands on a carepackage full of Japanese candy.
      • Candy may not have much nutritional value, but it has calories and can be a major morale booster.

  • Not far from the Japanese candy, Kennedy and Ensign Ross found a canoe stashed in some bushes and then spotted two guys paddling away in a canoe. They approached the men the very next day and found they were coast watchers for the Allies. There names were Biuku Gasa and Eroni Kumana.
    • The islanders’ canoe couldn’t carry all the survivors. It could barely hold two men.
      • These allied scouts helped the allies by reporting on Japanese positions, but they did not speak english. So Kennedy thought of another idea:
John F. Kennedy (JFK) navy PT-109 coconut coffee or die
A coconut shell with a message from John F. Kennedy carved on the surface. After the crash of PT-109, Kennedy gave the coconut to two natives to deliver to the PT base at Rendova so he and his crew would be rescued. His father later had the coconut shell encased in plastic on a wood base, and Kennedy used it as a paperweight on his desk in the Oval Office. Photo courtesy of the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.
  • Biuku Gasa and Eroni Kumana took the coconut message.
    • This message, after rowing their dugout canoe at great risk through 35 nmi (65 km) of hostile waters patrolled by the Japanese, was then delivered to the nearest Allied base at Rendova.
    • The next morning, the two men returned with a letter from Australian coast watcher commander Lt. A. Reginald Evans. The letter informed Kennedy to travel with the islanders to Gomu Island in Blackett Strait. The islanders hid Kennedy under a pile of palm leaves and paddled him to meet with Evans.  
  • At this point, PT-109 had sank 6 days ago. When Kennedy reached Rendova he told the rescuers they had to let him guide them through reefs and shallows.
    • On the night of Aug. 7, Kennedy signaled the rescue boats with three shots from his revolver and a fourth from a rifle while standing in a canoe. He didn’t anticipate the recoil from the rifle and was knocked off balance, falling out of the little boat and into the water. PT-157 arrived at the rendezvous point and pulled Kennedy aboard.
    • On the morning of Aug. 8, the remaining PT-109 crew survivors were rescued. They reached the US base at Rendova at 5:30 a.m. The ordeal was finally over.
  • The island scouts Biuku Gasa and Eroni Kumana had enabled the ensuing return to Olasana and the successful American rescue operation on the 7th and 8th of August.
    • Kennedy was awarded the Purple Heart and the Navy and Marine Corps Medal, the only US president to receive such honors. He was honorably discharged from the Navy in 1945.
  • Eroni Kumana died in 2014 at the age of 93 and Biuku Gasa died in 2005 at the age of 82
    • Kennedy later invited them to attend his presidential inauguration in 1961, but the pair was duped en route in Honiara, the Solomon Islands capital, by British colonial officials who sent other representatives instead.[5] Another version of the story is that they were turned back by British officials at the airport due to not speaking English.[6] The story from Biuku’s descendants is that the British officials did not want to send Biuku and Eroni because they were simple village men and not well dressed (by the British authorities’ standards). The legend of these two men survives to this day among their descendants in the Western Province of the Solomon Islands.
    • Another scout, Alesasa Bisili, wrote of his experience during the 1942 Japanese landing at Munda in Scouting in Western Solomons. He expressed sadness and anger over the unjust lack of recognition or award given to Solomon Islanders for their services during the war.
    • However, in recognition of his help, Gasa lived in a house paid for by the Kennedy family ($5,000), National Geographic ($5,000) and the balance ($15,000) by Brian and Sue Mitchell
    • Kennedys also constructed a house for Eroni Kumana. It collapsed in the 2007 tsunami, but Kumana survived the storm.[8]


41:49 The coconut on the desk actually has quite a cool story to it. During WW2, John Kennedy was on a patrol boat which was attacked by a Japanese destroyer. The patrol boat sank and Kennedy, along with 10 other men, swam ashore and hid in the jungle. Kennedy carved his name, location and situation into a coconut and asked a local islander to deliver it to a nearby Australian man. That man was actually a spy who was in contact with the US. The entire party was rescued. Kennedy was saved by the delivery of that coconut. He later received the coconut back from the Australian, had it encased in resin and displayed it on his desk all the way up to his death.


Dick Proenneke

The content below is from Episode 124 of the Who’d a Thunk It? Podcast


  • The Sandman
    • Neil Gaiman has written some of the coolest stories to have ever hit the page. One of his most popular characters is The Sandman.
    • The Sandman comics are dark, deep of thought, and captivating. And now there is a Netflix series which I think does the comic justice.
    • Here’s the plot
      • When the Sandman, aka Dream, the cosmic being who controls all dreams, is captured and held prisoner for more than a century, he must journey across different worlds and timelines to fix the chaos his absence has caused.
    • So I suggest you crack open a comic AND watch the Netflix series, but I know most people will just watch the series. Either way, enjoy!


  • Richard Proenneke was born on May 4th, 1916 in Primrose Iowa.
    • His father made a living painting houses, drilling wells, and through carpentry. His name was William Christian Proenneke and he was a veteran of World War 1. His mother, Laura Proenneke was a gardener and housekeeper. The two married in 1909 and had 7 kids in total.
    • Richard or Dick Proenneke did attend school, but stopped attending high school after just 2 years because he didn’t see the point of it.
    • Typically seen as a free spirit, Dick spent his youth working as a driving contractor, farmer, and doing the usual odd job of an Iowa farmer. The call of the wild inspired him to get a Harley Davidson as a teenager.
      • While he loved nature and being out in it, he also loved to tinker with gadgets. Even with very little formal education at this point in his life, he was a whizz at taking apart machines and putting them back together.
      • So that was how he lived his life: mechanic by day and enjoying the natural world in his free time. That is until the next chapter of his life came around, a chapter that had the same title for virtually every person on the planet at the time.
    • Pearl Harbor occurred on December 7th, 1941… the very next day Dick Proenneke enlisted in the US Navy. (wow, what a sentence)… He served as a carpenter at Pearl Harbor and San Francisco. Towards the end of the war, he came down with rheumatic fever and was in the hospital when the war officially ended. According to one of his biographers and friend, Sam Keith, the illness was very revealing for Proenneke, who decided to devote the rest of his life to the strength and health of his body.
      • Rheumatic fever is an autoimmune disease that inflames the body’s tissues, such as the joints and heart. Healthcare providers may also call it acute rheumatic fever. It happens when the body’s immune system overreacts to a strep throat or scarlet fever infection that hasn’t been fully treated.
        • Apparently, Dick hadn’t had so much as the common cold before this. He probably had one hell of an immune system from being outside all the time. So you can see how this illness really shook him.
      • Perhaps this didn’t affect Dick the same way, but I couldn’t imagine how missing out on one of the greatest celebrations the world has ever seen would affect me. Imagine serving in the largest scale war that has occurred on the face of this Earth and when it ends you see the streets of the world celebrating, but you are stuck in a hospital bed… total bummer.
    • When the war was over and Dick had been medically discharged, he decided to become a diesel mechanic and pursued education to accomplish such. It turned out he had a knack for it. Dick was great at adapting to new environments, he was as sharp as a tack, and no one ever called the man lazy. It didn’t take long for him to garner the reputation of a skilled technician. But he didn’t feel fulfilled.
    • Dick left the promising life of a diesel mechanic to pursue a life in nature. He moved to Oregon to work on a sheep ranch and not long after moved to Shuyak Island Alaska in 1950.
    • There he worked as a heavy equipment operator/repairman at the Naval Air Station on Kodiak island. But once again, he couldn’t stay put. For years he hopped around Alaska working as a salmon fisherman, diesel tech, and employee for the Fish and Wildlife Service. His reputation as a skilled technician allowed him to save up enough money to retire early and THAT is when Dick Proenneke’s true story begins…
      • After living a life of enjoying nature and mechanic work, he had an accident welding one day that made him sway more towards nature. The welding accident nearly took his ability to see and just like his bout with rheumatic fever, it gave him perspective on his life. He decided to cherish his body and sight more and that’s what helped him decide to retire.
  • It was on May 21st of 1968 that Dick Proenneke did what most who love nature only dream of. He arrived at his new place of retirement, but really it was his first place of living, it was Twin Lakes Alaska.
    • He had prepared for this move by coordinating with retired Navy Captain Spire Carrithers and his wife Hope. He left his camper in their care and their permission to use their cabin as an initial base of operations in the area. Captain Carrithers’ cabin was in a beautiful spot on the lake and more importantly, it was close enough to the site Dick had picked out for his own cabin.
    • Dick constructed his cabin on the shores of Twin Lakes where he could wake up to the sounds of the wilderness, open his door to the sight of blue glaciers and giant pine trees, and live off the land for the next 3 decades.
    • Thanks to a PBS special that was popular for my parents’ generation, people associate Twin Lakes Alaska with Dick Proenneke himself, but before he came along in 1968 it was just known as a remote location for nature enthusiast tourists to soak up the wild splendor.
    • The natural landscape is made up of lakes that are deep and have a rich blue color to them. They sit at the bottom of tall snow-capped mountains, and of course filled with Alaska’s wild and tenacious flora and fauna.
  • When Dick showed up he wasn’t set on settling the area to make a town or tourist spot. He simply wanted to thrive alongside nature. He made his camp along the southern shores of the largest part of the lake. His skill as a carpenter allowed him to construct an impressive cabin from trees he processed all on his own. When he was finished he had a stone chimney, bunk beds, ingenious door hinges, and a wide window overlooking the lake.
    • This man constructed his own lakefront property out in the Alaskan wilderness. Although I respect the hell out of that, I plan on doing no such thing if I make it to retirement lol. I plan on traveling all over North America in a cozy camper with my wife… a much easier feat than Dick Proenneke’s retirement plan.
    • Although many would say he lived a simple life, I’d argue that Dick Proenneke’s years out at Twin Lakes Alaska were anything but simple. He was far away from the modern comforts we have all grown accustomed to here closer to the heartbeat of society. No electricity meant he had to heat himself and every meal by the fireplace. Without a refrigerator, he had to get creative with his food storage. During Alaska’s brutal seven-month winter he had to bury his food deep underground to keep it from freezing solid.
  • Dick’s time at Twin Lakes, his story there meant a lot to people and I think for 2 main reasons.
    • One: he was able to survive in such a harsh environment. If Dick ran out of food it would take him DAYS to reach the nearest market. If he had a catastrophic encounter with wildlife and needed medical attention or even just slipped and hurt himself that way it would still take days for rescue to reach him. If Dick was out fishing in his canoe and tipped it he would freeze within minutes. Yet despite all that, he managed to survive for over 30 years.
      • I’ve recommended the History channel’s Alone series that has contestants try to survive on their own in remote wilderness for as long as they can. The longest season of that lasted like 117 days… Dick puts that show to shame. It is a lost art living the way he did.
    • The other reason is that Dick didn’t just survive, he truly lived. The man was pursuing a mental state that most of us couldn’t even dream of today. He was out there by choice and he was happy. There were park rangers that stopped in to check on Dick every once in a while and when they recount their experience with Dick they saw him as a wise monk.
  • Although Dick has since passed away, he lives on through the cabin he built and the journal entries that he wrote while in his “retirement.”
    • “Was I equal to everything this wild land could throw at me?” he wrote in his diary
    • “I had seen its moods in late spring, summer and early fall,” that same entry continues. “But what about the winter? Would I love the isolation then? With its bone-stabbing cold, its ghostly silence? At age 51, I decided to find out.”
    • “I have found that some of the simplest things have given me the most pleasure,” he wrote in his diaries. “Did you ever pick blueberries after a summer rain? Pull on dry woolen socks after you’ve peeled off the wet ones? Come in out of the subzero and shiver yourself warm in front of a wood fire? The world is full of such things.”
    • Luckily there is no shortage of journal entries as Dick filled up over 250 notepads during his time at Twin Lakes. Thankfully he also kept a camera to record how he lived the way he did.
    • Through the power of editing and the memories he left behind, there have been documentaries, websites, and books about his life.
    • In 2004 there was a documentary titled Alone in the Wilderness that was release after Dick passed away.
  • You might imagine Dick living out his life in the cabin he built himself, going to sleep for the last time in his own paradise of solitude. But that’s not how it went down.
    • Dick didn’t let old age stop him from doing what he wanted to do. When young tourists (or visitors as Dick called them) would ask Dick about his favorite hiking trail, he would outpace them on their way up to his favorite rock.
    • But something changed in Dick. Instead of staying in Twin Lakes up until the very end, he decided to write his last chapter a little differently than the last 30 years.
    • In 1998, Dick packed his few belongings and moved to Hemet California to live out the rest of his life with his brother
  • He died of a stroke on April 20, 2003, at the age of 86. He willed his cabin to the National Park Service, and it remains a popular visitor attraction in the still-remote Twin Lakes region of Lake Clark National Park.
    • Sam Keith, who got to know Proenneke at the Kodiak Naval Station and went on numerous hunting and fishing trips with him, suggested that Proenneke’s journals might be the basis for a good book. In 1973, Keith published the book One Man’s Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey, based on Proenneke’s journals and photography.
    • After years in print it was reissued in a new format in 1999, winning that year’s National Outdoor Book Award (NOBA).
    • In his last message to the world, his last will and testament, Dick Proenneke left his cabin out on the southern shores of Twin Lakes Alaska to the rangers of the National Park Service as a gift.
      • The funny part is that Dick never owned that land or any land out there at all. He was technically gifting something that they already owned lol.

To live in a pristine land unchanged by man…
to roam a wilderness through which few other humans have passed…
to choose an idyllic site, cut trees and build a log cabin…
to be a self-sufficient craftsman, making what is needed from materials available…
to be not at odds with the world, but content with one’s own thoughts and company…Thousands have had such dreams, but Dick Proenneke lived them. He found a place, built a cabin, and stayed to become part of the country. This video “Alone in the Wilderness” is a simple account of the day-to-day explorations and activities he carried out alone, and the constant chain of nature’s events that kept him company.

– Sam Keith


Millions of PBS viewers first met Dick Proenneke through the program “Alone in the Wilderness,” which documents Dick’s 30-year adventure in the Alaskan wilderness. On the shores of Twin Lakes, Dick built his cabin and nearly all of the household objects he required to survive, from the ingenious wooden hinges on his front door to the metal ice creepers he strapped to his boots.

And now, “The Handcrafted Life of Dick Proenneke” examines this adventure through the lens of Dick’s tools and the objects he made. Written by Monroe Robinson – the caretaker of Dick’s cabin and his personal effects – the book weaves together vintage photos and entries from Dick’s journals plus new drawings and images to paint a portrait of a man fully engaged in life and the natural world around him.