I do, but these days it seems we all more or less agree that the only people mysteriously disappearing in the warm waters of Caribbean are desperate Cubans headed for Miami. Such a shame. 

Although it was never solved, it appears our collective fascination with the mystery Bermuda Triangle has waned. Perhaps this is because like Bermuda shorts, pet rocks, and nerf balls the Triangle is just way too 70s for comfort. It’s embarrassing, like “God, what we’re we thinking?” Or maybe we’re preoccupied with other worries. Maybe in contrast to endless war and climate change, the idea of being sucked into some kind of inter-dimensional vortex never to be heard from again just isn’t as terrifying as it used to be. 

Or maybe it’s all just a testament to the success of affordable and reliable GPS service, who knows? It is a mystery after all.