Charles Lindberg—“Lucky Lindy,” they called him—an explorer and adventurer. Lindberg’s flight from New York to Paris in 1927 catapulted him into the limelight of fame and fortune, making it impossible for him to show his face without attracting a bevy of admirers hounding him for his autograph, or just a nod from the illustrious “Lone Eagle.”
A hero of his time, this complex man was in actuality a study in contrasts, difficult and moody, a Nazi sympathizer who rubbed shoulders with Hitler, and in later life somewhat of a recluse with secrets his wife only learned about on his deathbed.
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