Back in the 80s, I worked near our corporate HQ. My group was in a leased building about a block away. Since we were so close, a lot of people would walk down to eat lunch at the cafeteria in the HQ. But. If you were a guy, you couldn’t eat in the cafeteria if you weren’t wearing a tie. So, one of the guys had a hanger on the back of his office door with a selection of ties that guys could borrow to eat in the cafeteria.
That seems so weird now.
I also vaguely recall that in the 80’s (so later) it was mentioned that to combat the drug trafficking epidemic, the fed also had a program to track every $100 bill when it hit a bank to assess money flow. (I presume those money counting machines were part of the plot?) Not sure if $20’s were included in this.
Remember back then, a $20 was a bigger deal than today; but then, far more was done with cash than today. Even today, most places don’t want to take $100 or $50.
I did a parachute jump (just one) and the interesting problem I realized, as I approached the ground, was that it was hard to tell if I was 100 feet up or 20 feet up. Fortunately, a spotter on the ground could tell me when to flare.
I assume in those days, round rather than wing parachutes were more common. The stat I heard was that landing in one of those was equivalent of a 10-foot fall, and most paratroop recruits during WWII tended to injure themselves the first or second training jump. I cannot imagine jumping into unknown wild treed terrain at night, when it was raining so no moonlight. In a world where there’s a streetlight or headlights everywhere and light pollution from nearby settlement, we tend to forget what pure darkness is like. Possibly this guy was experienced, or stupid, or decided to chance it. (Most likely all 3).