In 1865, a thirty-three year-old man in Berlin finished his Ph.D. thesis, which was a critique of work done by a Dane named Ole Christensen Rømer. He sent the thesis off to a Frenchman, Urbain Le Verrier, but didn't receive Le Verrier's reply until a year later. The reply told him to look in a certain place. In order to do so, the Berliner had to ask his superior, who gave him permission reportedly over his own better judgement. The Berliner found what he was searching for almost immediately.

What was it that he found? Special bonus question: why the hell are blimps congregating over Manhattan today? (Note: the Wombat doesn't know the answer to this one. I'm just curious).

First correct answer posted to comments wins a Costco-sized can of Whiskey Sour Mix. No Googling or whacking your head into the desk in hopes of producing a cycle of pain/endorphins that will allow for enhanced intuition, because we've seen too many young players get hurt before their prime. Too damn many. Also, one guess per comment, but feel free to comment as often as you like.