It all turned to shit Thirty-two years ago today

for Howard Hughes, that is: Listen, I don't have all the time in the world, what I really need to describe is just how much of a NUT Howard was. Nutty von Nut Nutt.
Got hit in the head. Alot. Sexual compulsive yet a germophobe. Fas-cinating. Cobina wants you to know that he died on this date in 1976, mid-flight from Mexico City to Dallas. Here is but a brief glimpse into the magic that was HH's life, as told by the super entertaining Charles Higham:
who the hell knows what really happened to him