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Review of Gosnell

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Gosnell: The Untold Story of America's Most Prolific Serial Killer
Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer
Regnery Publishing, 2017

Review by Robert A. Waters

Enter the three-storied maze of rooms filled with ghosts. You'll find jars of baby feet; pyramids of trash bags containing fetal remains; skeletons of cats that died from thousands of attacking fleas; floors with walked-on feces; bloody walls; and urine-stained furniture. You'll enter room after room, chamber after chamber, and nook after nook flooded with the foul stench of death.

But most of all, you'll encounter the memories of children who lived a few moments, or a few hours, then were snipped into eternity. (“Snipping” was Dr. Kermit Gosnell's term for using scissors to cut the spinal cords of infants who survived his abortion attempts.) Another term he liked to use was “ensuring fetal demise.”

Gosnelltells a sordid story that most of us can't imagine.

In 2013, Gosnell was convicted on three counts of first degree murder and one count of involuntary manslaughter. The involuntary manslaughter charge was brought when he killed Karnamaya Mongar, who came to him for an abortion. The procedure was badly botched, and she died a few hours later. Gosnell attempted to cover up the death (as he had at least two others), and was successful for a time due to the indifference of the Pennsylvania Department of Health and other social service systems. The three first degree murder charges were for babies born alive and murdered by Gosnell or his staff.

Dr. Kermit Gosnell littered his Philadelphia abortion clinic with cast-offs, employees barely living above the flatline, to coin a phrase. For instance, Lynda Williams was bipolar, a drug addict, and had only an eighth grade education, but she became Gosnell's “anesthesiologist.” Assistant district attorney Joanne Pescatore said Williams “was in charge of mixing the concoctions and giving the anesthesia to patients while the doctor wasn't there.” In reality, she rarely used Gosnell's cheat sheet that told her which drugs to use, but administered what she thought was necessary. None of his other employees were qualified for the positions they held.

This proved fatal to Mongar, an immigrant from Bhutan. Williams administered numerous doses of Demerol, anesthetics, and other drugs in an attempt to sedate the frail patient.

In addition to the Women's Medical Society abortion clinic, Gosnell ran a pill mill, selling prescription drugs to dealers. (This, in fact, was the reason for the initial criminal investigation of his clinic.) He and his staff illegally sold Xanax, OxyContin, promethazine, and Percolet to drug dealers.

When cops busted Gosnell for drug crimes, they learned that he had been killing live babies for thirty years. Because the statute of limitations for infanticide is only two years in Pennsylvania, and because he destroyed much of the evidence, Gosnell was charged with only seven murders.

As the case unfolded, Big Media attempted to ignore it. Several reporters later admitted that the crime did not fit their “narrative.” Finally, a storm of emails, blogs from the right-wing press, and the writings of a few respected columnists persuaded the Washington Post, New York Times, CNN, and others to give in and cover the case.

After his conviction, Gosnell was sentenced to life plus 30 years in prison. Eight members of his staff received lesser sentences, including his wife, Pearl, who sometimes helped at the clinic.

Despite the sensationalistic title of the book, this is not a hastily-written pot-boiler. The authors studied thousands of pages of court documents, including the damning grand jury report. They interviewed cops, attorneys, prosecutors, some of Gosnell's employees, and even Gosnell himself. The doctor has shown no hint of remorse, and insists that history will prove him innocent.

Whether you're pro-abortion or anti-abortion, I highly recommend this book.


Suphan Cobra Escapes

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Searching for Ocala's Cobra
by Robert A. Waters

My hometown of Ocala sits dead-center in the middle of Florida. It's a one-time small town hoping to go big-city. Some of us would like to build a wall around the city so we can vet the tens of thousands of people who move here each year. But local politicians, like national politicos, want to keep our borders open. They see green while some of us see smog-choked traffic jams and a depleted aquifer.

Ocala rarely makes national headlines. But on Monday, March 12, just ahead of the one cold snap this year, local and national media began reporting that a cobra was missing from an Ocala home. Not just any cobra, but a suphan cobra. Only two-feet long, with gold and brown camouflage (like the leaves in my yard), the suphan's poison is deadly.  CNN, Fox News, CBS and most other outlets breathlessly reported the event. 

Brian Purdy, the cobra's owner, called to report the snake MIA. Soon the neighborhood was swarming with police, EMTs, and wildlife officials.  WTVM reported that the snake “got loose while [Purdy] was at work and an apprentice was taking care of the reptile. He says the snake jumped at him when he lifted the cover of its cage, and then slithered away. After the owner and apprentice could not locate the snake, they called wildlife officials to help.”

Authorities, out of their element and wisely unwilling to put their own lives at risk, called in snake experts from around the state. Inside the house, they found a gaboon viper, an African bush viper and two large venomous lizards. Purdy has a license to own the reptiles. For a week now, experts have repeatedly searched the home and surrounding areas, but the suphan still has not been located.

Fortunately, suphan cobras are warm-blooded and unlikely to stray far because of the cool nights.  But officials state that they will strike if they're disturbed. The weather is beginning to warm up again, and authorities are afraid the snake will be on the move.

Neighbors are understandably jittery. Dogs and children are locked away as residents tip-toe from their homes to their cars.

The Washington Post reports that one expert described how it feels to be bitten by a cobra. “Snake bites are generally very painful and cobra bites really hurt,” he said. “It’s usually almost like a burning pain, which evolves into a deep aching pain that makes you crush your eyes. It’s real deep and real hard, right around the bite area, but the burning pain is right around the fang punctures.”  Another expert stated that a bite from a two-foot suphan cobra could kill an elephant.

But not to worry. Anti-venom expert Jeffery Fobb from Miami Dade Fire Rescue stated that protocols are in place in case someone is bitten. The good thing,” he said, “is we're located on an air field and there is an air field next to the nearest hospital to the incident in Ocala. So a fixed winged aircraft can fly the [anti-venom] up there. We already have it packaged and ready to go in case there is an emergency.”

For real? Why isn't the anti-venom already here? Miami is 300 miles from Ocala.

What happened to the snake?  Did it escape from the house and die in the cold weather?  Did one of the large poisonous lizards eat it?  Or is it hiding in some cubby hole waiting for the activity to clear?

Here's hoping the snake is found and no one gets hurt.

Then Ocala can settle back into its nice, cozy old-fashioned ways, and the media will disappear.  I, for one, can't wait.

(One other thing: that part about building a wall around the city is a joke so don't send me nasty emails about it.  The rest of the article is true.)

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Review of A Daughter's Deadly Deception: The Jennifer Pan Story

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A Daughter's Deadly Deception: The Jennifer Pan Story

By Jeremy Grimaldi
Dundurn, Toronto, Ontario, Canada: 2016

Review by Robert A. Waters

In the early morning hours of November 8, 2010, Hann Pan awoke to a pistol against his head. He was lead downstairs where he found another gunman holding his wife, Bich-Ha. Three robbers demanded money, big money. The Pans had a little over $2,000 in the house and gave it to the masked intruders. Then a volley of shots rang out. When it was over, Bich-Ha lay dead and Hann, debilitated by gunshots, stumbled out of the house to get help.

A third family member, 24-year-old Jennifer Pan, survived the shootings. She'd been tied to an upstairs railing, and called 911 after the robbers left.

At first it seemed to be a random home invasion. But police investigators would soon uncover a dark plot so twisted it almost defied belief. Jennifer had left the door open for the killers, then had played victim for the cops when they arrived. However, she hadn't planned for her father to survive. After several days in a coma, Hann awoke and revealed his daughter's part in the plot.

Hann and Bich-Ha were Vietnam immigrants. Both worked hard and expected their children to do the same. Their son was a successful university student, and, until recently, the Pans thought Jennifer had been studying to be a pharmacist at the University of Toronto. But all was not as it seemed.

With this book, Jeremy Grimaldi has taken his place as one of Canada's premier true crime authors.

In A Daughter's Deadly Deception, the reader is carried into a world of “tiger parenting,” in which Asian children are pushed by their parents to succeed, regardless of the cost. The reader encounters love, betrayal, and finally, cold-blooded murder.

I highly recommend this book to my American and Canadian readers.

A Soldier's Sacrifice

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"This just ain't our day" 
by Robert A. Waters 

On a hill overlooking Omaha Beach, a cemetery sits bearing row after row of white marble crosses and an occasional star of David.  It's the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer.  Beneath those simple headstones lie the remains of 9,386 soldiers, most of whom died duringthe Normandy invasion. 

More than 70 years ago, at 0645 hours, on June 6, 1944, D-Day began. 

A big, strapping 26-year-old redhead from Virginia, Jimmie Waters Monteith, Jr., was in the first wave of soldiers who stormed onto Omaha Beach.  First Lieutenant Monteith commanded a platoon of 51 men from Company E, the 16thInfantry unit of the U. S. Army's 1st Division.  Before they even reached shore, disaster struck—their landing craft got stuck on a sandbar 75 yards from the beach.  Weighed down with supplies and weapons, many advancing soldiers drowned while others were picked off by the withering German fire. 

Within minutesof their ill-fated landing, half the men in Monteith's platoon were dead. 

Several dozen amphibious tanks had been assigned to provide support, but almost allbogged down in the mud.  As Monteith, who had miraculously made it to shore, looked back and saw the tanks floundering and exploding after being hit by shells, he exclaimed, "Man, one thing's for sure, this just ain't our day." 

Sgt. Aaron B. Jones, a squad leader in Monteith's platoon, described the scene, and Monteith's heroism: 

"When we hit the beach the air was thick with machinegun, rifle, and shell fire.  Lt. Monteith brought his men together and they faced the first obstacle, layers of heavy barbed wire.  After selecting a place where it could be blown open, he led men with a Bangalore torpedo in blasting the wire open. 

"Beyond this were two mine fields and he led the way through these.  The field was traversed by machinegun fire from two enemy emplacements and from a pillbox, and when the men took cover, he stood studying the situation and then ran back to the beach. 

"On the beach were two tanks, buttoned up and blind because of heavy machinegun fire that was directed onthem.  [Lt. Monteith] walked through all that fire to bang on the sides of the tanks and instruct the men inside to follow him.  Then, walking in front, he led the tanks to the pillbox, where they put it out of action.  He then led his men against two machinegun positions and knocked them out and then set up a defensive position to hold until more units could be brought from the beach. 

"In that sector the enemy was not fighting from fixed positions but was moving around in the hedgerows and setting up automatic weapons.  In this manner, a fairly large group started an attack on [our] position and set up machineguns on the flanks andrear.  The Germans yelled to us to surrender because we were surrounded.  Lt. Monteith did not answer but moved toward the sound of voices and launched a rifle grenade at them from 20 yards, knocking out the machinegun position. 

"Even with a larger force the Germans couldn't break through our positions, so they set up two machineguns and started spraying the hedgerow.  Lt. Monteith got a squad of riflemen to open up on the machinegun on the right flank.  Under cover of fire he sneaked up on the gun and threw hand grenades, which knocked out the position. 

"He then came back and crossed a 200-yard stretch of open field under fire to launch rifle grenades at the other machinegun position.  He either killed the crew or forced them to abandon the weapon.  Back on the other flank enemy riflemen opened up on us again, and Lt.Monteith started across the open field to help us fight them off but was killed by the fire of a light machinegun that had been brought to our rear." 

In his article, "Agony at Omaha Beach," Pete Lamb wrote that Monteith"single-handedly turned defeat into victory on that bullet-swept, corpse-strewn beach-head called Omaha." 

Jimmie Waters Monteith, Jr. is buried at Colleville-sur-Mer, Section I, Row 20, Grave 12.  Among other awards, he received a Medal of Honor and Purple Heart. 


NOTE: Much of the information about Lt.Monteith came from an article by Clara B. Cox in Virginia Tech Magazine.  Monteithattended Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University (now Virginia Tech) for two years. 

Review: Crime Buff's Guide to Outlaw Los Angeles

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Crime Buff's Guide to Outlaw Los Angeles

Ron Franscell
WildBlue Press, 2017

Review by Robert A. Waters

In the city of dreams, nightmares haunt its sad streets like a plague. For everyone who makes it big, thousands, maybe millions, fail. Most do not revert to crime, but Crime Buff's Guide to Outlaw Los Angeles describes several hundred who did. There's the brutal, the wacky, and the mysterious crimes solved and unsolved. And, as an added bonus for the visitor or researcher, you can turn on your GPS and head directly to where these murders unfolded.

Los Angeles is unlike most cities. It was built on fantasy, and continues to enthrall the masses in the heartland. Film stars live in mansions while ghettoes steam like volcanoes ready to explode. But whether you live the high life or the low life, almost everyone seems dependent on some form of illicit drug.

Even the stars who have fame and ka-trillions of dollars can't seem to hold their lives together. The first story in Outlaw Los Angeles describes the murder of Lana Clarkson. A waitress at a high end bar, the House of Blues, Clarkson's dreams of movie stardom was fading with each passing year. So when music mogul Phil Spector entered the restaurant, Clarkson may have felt a spark of hope. When he insisted that she come home with him, she did so. Sometime during the night, a gunshot rang out and Lana Clarkson ate a .38-caliber slug. After two trials, Spector was convicted of second-degree murder. It turns out that the world-famous music producer hated being alone, and may have killed Clarkson because she saw how weird he was and wanted to leave.

When a celebrity dies, cover-ups are the norm. George Reeves, AKA Superman, committed suicide. Or did he? Gangster and serial wife-beater Johnny Stompanato was killed by Lana Turner's fourteen-year-old daughter, Cheryl Crane. Or was he? Marilyn Monroe overdosed. Or did she?

Some of the world's best defense attorneys seem to reside in LA for one purpose: to keep the stars out of prison. Robert “In Cold Blood” Blake was tried for killing his grifter wife, Bonnie Lee Bakley, but he was acquitted, leaving many questions unanswered. Michael Jackson beat the rap on child molestation charges.  O. J. Simpson's acquittal shook America but launched the careers of several lawyers. 

What happens when the world's biggest porn star becomes diseased and impotent? Since this is Hollywood, he turns to buying, selling, and using cocaine. Coke eats into bank accounts like cancer, so John Holmes soon became desperate for a quick cash fix. Cops accused him of setting up the robbery and brutal murders of his dealer and the dealer's cronies. Or did he commit the murders himself? We'll never know because Holmes was acquitted of the murders. But he wasn't acquitted of AIDS—he died of the disease a few years after his trial.

Serial killers flock to LA like vultures. The Hillside Stranglers. The Lonely Hearts Killer. Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker. But one of the strangest was Rodney Alcala. A creepy-looking dude, he actually appeared on The Dating Game...and WON—while he was wanted for child-rape and attempted murder. Alcala eventually plea-bargained those charges down to 38 months. As soon as was out on the streets, he assaulted a schoolgirl and served two more years behind bars. Before he was caught the final time, he had murdered seven women and girls. Alcala currently sits on California's unused Death Row.

Outlaw Los Angelesis one of those books you can't put down. Every page seems more interesting than the last, and when the reader finishes reading it, he wants to contact the author and ask for Outlaw Los Angeles II.


Real Death Row Stories 

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Bundy's Last Victim 
byRobert A. Waters 

The CNN series Death Row Stories "explores cases that pose hard questions about the U. S. capital punishment system."  In other words, it's anti-death penalty.  Here's a death row story of a different sort.

The morning was cool and rainy in Lake City, Florida.  A town of about 10,000 souls, Lake City had somehow escaped the wild growth afflictingthe rest of the state.  The only notablething that had ever happened there was the 1864 Battle of Olustee, when an invading Unionarmy wasrepulsed by a rag-tag Confederate groupof regulars, old men, and boys.   

On the cold morning of February 9, 1978, twelve-year-old Kimberly Diane Leach was beaming.  She'd just been elected first runner-up to the queen at Lake City Junior High School's annual Valentine's Day dance.  A straight-A student, she was popular and smart.  But as her class met in the gymnasium, Kimberly realized that she'd left her purse in her homeroom.  She asked her teacher if she could go back and retrieve it, and was given permission.   

Kimberly's homeroom was in a separate building, away from the gymnasium, and she had to walk across a field to get there. 

Kimberly was reported missing when she didn't show up for her next class.  There was little doubt that she'd been abducted, solawmen quickly launched one of the largest searches in the history of Florida.     

Later that day, an EMT who had been visiting the school told detectives that he had seen a young girl leaving with a manThe child seemed upset, but the witness assumed it was only a father who had come to pick up his daughter.  The witness placed the time at around ten o'clock when the two got into thewhite van and drove away. 

By noon, a massive search had begun for the missing schoolgirl.  

A few days later, on February 15, serial killer Ted Bundy was arrested 300 miles away, in Pensacola.  Driving a stolen orange VW bug and presenting a fake name, Bundy was charged with several offenses, including automobile theft.  He was soon identified as the notorious fugitive, and arrested by Tallahassee police for the brutal murders of Lisa Levy and Margaret Bowman, two college students at the Chi Omega sorority house.   

Bundy was questioned by Lake City detectives about Kimberly Leach's disappearance, but refused to give out any information. 

The search for Kimberly lasted for two months.  Finally, on April 7, 1978, a state trooperfound herbody in an abandonedhog shednear the Suwannee River, about 40 miles from her school.  She was partially decomposed and partly mummified.  A bunched-up turtleneck sweaterhad been pulled around her neck, and the rest of her clothes scatterednearby.  Her throat had been cut and she'd been strangled.  In addition, she'd beensexually violated with a sharp object.  Semen stains had been found onher underpants. 

Medical Examiner Dr. Peter Lipkovictestified that Kimberly's death likely occurred during a brutal sexual assault.  Her positioning indicated that "at the time when death occurred...most probably sexual intercoursewas going on." 

In the Time-Life book, Serial Killers, the authors write that "the coroner's inquest revealed a severe neck wound and massive damage to the pelvic region.  These facts, and the position of the remains when they were found, implied that the child had been on her hands and knees when Bundy slit her throat from behind, as if he were butchering a hog." 

In time, Ted Bundy confessed to more than thirty murders.  Each victim had her own story, and each family was radically changed by the grief caused by senselessloss.  Bundywas convicted in the Florida murders of Lisa Levy, Margaret Bowman, and Kimberly Leach and sentenced to death After unsuccessfully attempting to ransom even more confessions for life in prison, Bundy met his fate in Old Sparky, Florida's electric chair. 

Few Floridians mourned.  On January 24, 1989, at exactly seven o'clock, disc jockeys all over the state played the sound of bacon frying.  As if exorcising a demon from their midst, more than a thousandsign-holding demonstrators outside Florida State Prison at Raifordcheered when word came that Bundy was dead. 

This is one of many death row stories that won't be featured on the CNN television show.
   

Florida: Land of Sinkholes, Lightning, and other Killers

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Five Reasons Not to Move to Florida 
by Robert A. Waters 

In this blog, a native Floridian will tell you what politicians won't.  Here are fivereasons you should never ever even consider moving to Florida.  The politicos, Chambers of Commerce, and newspapers will lie to you...but don't believe them.  Your life may depend on it. 

Florida is the Serial Killer Capital of the World 

Long-time Gainesville residents are still haunted by Danny Rolling, a Louisiana drifter who liked to torture coeds, decapitate them, and place their grinning faces where they would be seen by first responders.  After Ted Bundy escaped jail in Colorado, he fledto Tallahassee where he brutally assaulted four coeds, killing two.  Then he kidnapped a child from her school and did even more horrible things to her. Florida routinelymakes the top 3 list of states with the most serial killers per capita, and usually it's number one.  Aileen Wournos Bobby Joe Long Gary Ray Bowles (the Gay Killer)Christine Falling (the Babysitter from Hell).  Christopher Wilder.  These are just a few of Florida's own serial killers.  The fact that it took cops so long to catch all these predators is scary.  Moveto Florida at your own risk. 

Florida is the Sinkhole Capital of the World 

Imagine lying in your bed when suddenly the floor collapses and you sink to the bottom of the world.  This happened to Seffner, Florida resident Jeffrey Bush when a sinkhole swallowedhim.  His remains were never recovered.  Each year in Florida, sinkholes gulp down homes, automobiles, cattle, even people.  Asinkhole in Pasco County gobbled up two homes and a boat, endangering dozens of lives and causing mass evacuations.  Atlantic magazine reports that "Florida has more sinkholes than any state in the nation."  The scary thing about sinkholes is they often cave inwith no warning.  So if you ignore my advice and move to the Sinkhole State, be prepared to dole out thousands extra for insurance since your regular homeowner's policy doesn't cover these weird geologic phenomena.  Better yet, stay up north and enjoy the brisk winters and snow-covered peaks. 

Florida is the Lightning Capital of the World  

The Orlando Sentinel reports that "Florida is hailed as the lightning capital of the country."  Most every afternoon from April to October, heavy clouds purple up and dump torrents of rain onto the ever-growing cities and ever-shrinking country-sides.  With the rains come killer lightning bolts.  A woman was struck and killed as she waded in Daytona Beach Shores.  A farmworker in Manatee County died after being struck.  A man walking down the sidewalk in Largo was killed when lightning struck him.  The Sentinel writes:"Dubbed 'Lightning Alley' by meteorologists, the thunderstorms between Tampa and Titusville generate hundreds of thousands of bolts that cause billions in damage each year."  Recently, a pregnant woman in Fort Myers lost her baby after being struck by lightning.  If you ignore my advice and pack up your belongings tohead south, maybe you could stop in Georgia.  I hear Atlanta'sa great place to live, and at least it's not the lightning capital of the world. 

Animal Predators Inhabit Florida 

You've heard all the stories about non-native pythons devouring native wildlife in the Everglades.  These stories aren't made up, they're true.  It's only a matter of time before some child is killed and eaten by one of the these creatures.  Florida is also home to other deadly snakes, including rattlers, coral snakes, and water moccasins.  Thenthere are alligators.  A young boy playing in a Disneyland pond was taken by a gator.  Every year, these prehistoric beastsclaim several lives in the land of fun and frolic.  Sharks roam the Florida coasts, killing at will.  Sometimes, though, alucky victim might escape with maybe just a missing arm or leg or half a face(Okay, I know sharks aremammals, but mammals are alsoanimals.)  Anyway, you get the point.  Much of Florida's wildlife ispredatory, and these hungry stalkers don't care whether you're a human or a rat—they just want to eat.  So good luck if you move to Florida.  

More Crazed Killers on the Prowl (Unsolved Crimes in Florida) 

As you walk the ever more crowded streets of the Sunshine State, you'll likely brush against violent human murderers who have never been caught.  Thousands roam Florida's streets.  Listed below area few unsolved cases: Nancy Bochiccio and her seven-year-old daughter Joey were abducted and murdered by a serial killer near the Boca RatonTown Center Mall; fifteen-year-old Laralee Spear was kidnapped and murdered as she walked home from DeLand High School; thirteen-year-old Jennifer Renee Odom was abducted after she got off herPasco County school bus; University of Florida coed Tiffany Sessions disappeared while jogging and has never been found.  The list of unsolved murders and disappearances in Florida runs into the thousands.  Between the killers and the drug-runners and gangbangers, life can be hell for transplants.  All things considered, my advice is to stay up north and enjoy the winter sports.

Drunk Driver Kills Popular Singer 

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The Last Ride of Johnny Horton 
by Robert A. Waters 

It was 1960.  Hank was long-dead and old-time country music was dying. Elvis, a country boy from Mississippi, had inadvertently started the trend.  Suddenly, teens weren't listening to sad songs like "Fraulein" and "Send Me the Pillow that You Dream On" anymore.  A new, driving energy was takingover the airways as electric guitars and rock 'n' roll creatednew heroes. 

For years, Johnny Horton, a sharecropper's son and singer from EastTexas, had struggled to find a niche in the country music industry.  He'd been signed by several record companies, but his star had flamed out with each unsuccessful record he made. 

Then, in 1956, Horton recorded an up-tempo song called "Honky Tonk Man."  Traditional country music lyrics about a rake who loved barflies melded with hot electric guitar licks in just the right blend, and suddenly, Horton hit the jackpot.  Later, that song and others recorded by Horton would be called "rockabilly."  Songs like "Cherokee Boogie,""Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor," and "Sleepy-eyed John"fused rock and country at just the right speed.

By 1959, Horton had again changed his style.  He recorded his biggest hit, "The Battle of New Orleans."  This historically-based frolicking song soared to the top of the charts in both country music and pop music.  Itwas followed by smash hits such as "Sink the Bismarck,""Johnny Reb," and "North to Alaska." 

Horton had come a long way from thesharecropper lifeled byhis mother and fatherHe'd married a Louisiana beauty, Billie Jean Jones Williams, Hank's second wife.  He'd bought a new home in Shreveport, and was at the very pinnacle of his career.  Money, once a scarce commodityaround the Horton home, was now rolling in.   

But for years, Horton had told friends of a premonition he couldn't shake.  He believedhe would die at the hands of a drunk driver.  Hortoneven practiced scenarios in which he would drivehis car into a ditch to escape an oncoming driver.  He hoped to outwit death by being prepared.  A teetotaler, Horton would soon discover that even a drunkengrim reaper would not be denied.    

Close to midnight, on November 4, 1960, Johnny Horton climbed into the driver's seat of his shiny-new white Cadillac sedan.  He and his band had just played a packed session at the famous Skyline Club in Austin, Texas.  Horton had beenskittish about the gig, thinking he might be killed by a drunk in a barroom fight.  So, between sessions, he hung out in the dressingroom, away from the crowds.   

After loading their gear into the trunk of the Caddie, Horton,bass player and manager Tillman Franks, and guitarist Gerald Tomlinsonheaded home to Shreveport.  Horton planned to go duck hunting with future country music star Claude "Wolverton Mountain" King later that morning 

At about one-thirty, inMilano, Texas, Horton'sCadillac "approached a bridge over a train trestle."  Coming the opposite way, 19-year-old college student James Evans Davis drove a 1958 Ford Ranchero pickup.  Davis, who had been drinking, lost control of the truck and slammed into aguard rail.  He bounced off, weaved across the road, hit the opposite guard rail, then smashed head-on into Horton's Caddie. 

Photos show the car crushed like a tin can.    

The carnage on the bridge left Horton dead, and Franks and Tomlinson severely injured.  As happens often, Davis walked away with only minor injuries. 

At Horton's funeral, his long-time friend Johnny Cash read from the Biblical book of John.  Horton was interred at Hillcrest Memorial Park in Bossier City, Louisiana. 

In March, 1961, the Dallas Morning News reported that Davis had beenconvicted of "murder without malice" and "given a 2-year probated sentence in a no-jury trial." 

Horton had told his friends that if he died, he would contact them from the grave.  Franksbelieved Horton, and laterrecounted an eerie story that he thought proved contact had occurred. 

Clay Coppedge, in "Letters from Central Texas," published the tale: 

"As for Horton's promise of coming back from the grave, Franks believed Horton made good on his promise.  It happened when Franks was driving to Nashville with singer David Houston.  The radio was out and the CB radio was out.  It was a quiet drive.  Then, according to Franks, the CB kicked in with the opening riffs from Horton's 'One Woman Man.''It sounded like a juke box, real full, much louder than a CB would be,' Franks told music writer Colin Escott. 'The whole song played, and then the CB cut out again.  I just froze.  David did too . . . I told Merle Kilgore, and he said, 'Johnny's telling you that the song's gonna be a hit all over again.''' 

It was.  In 1989, George Jones recorded the song and it hit the charts, stopping at number 5. 

Today, Johnny Horton is remembered for his rockabilly influence and the historical songs he loved.  He is a member of the Rockabilly Hall of Fame and the Louisiana Music Hall of Fame.  For some reason, he's never been elected to the prestigious Country Music Hall of Fame. 

Forgotten Legend of the Wild West

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Hugh Whitney's Ride into Darkness
by Robert A. Waters

A murderous thug was Hugh Whitney, and a desperate fugitive, too. A legend perhaps, or just another outlaw following a dark trail to oblivion.

On June 17, 1911, Whitney and an accomplice named Sesler, both armed with revolvers, robbed a saloon-keeper in Monia, Montana. Pearl M. Oberg of the Idaho State Journal wrote that "they were not masked. The two helped themselves to everything in sight and talked freely with the bartender until a few minutes before train time. Then they walked toward the water tank and the train depot."

The saloon-keeper, figuring they planned to escape by train, called the sheriff in Spencer, the next town on the line. The saloon-keeper then boarded the Oregon Short Line train to keep an eye on the fugitives.

Sheriff Sam Milton (sometimes spelled Melton) met up with the victim in Spencer. They began walking down the aisles, searching for the robbers. The lawman found them sitting in the smoking compartment of the day coach. Conductor William Kidd stood a few feet from the fugitives.

Oberg wrote: "Sheriff Milton took their guns and put them on a seat out of the way. With his gun in one hand and handcuffs in the other, he approached the larger of the two men and told him to hold out his hands. At that moment, the smallest man (e.g., Whitney) leaped forward, grabbed Milton, and at the same time grabbed the revolvers from the seat where Milton had placed them."

Suddenly, gunfire filled the coach. Milton went down with bullets in his chest and shoulder. Conductor Kidd charged toward the robbers in a vain attempt to help. He was shot just below the heart. As the smoke cleared, the robbers set off after the saloon-keeper, firing as he ran and darted through the train.

Kidd would die from his wounds, while Milton survived. The saloon-keeper was not hit.

Sesler pulled the signal cord, and the train ground to a halt near High Bridge, about 60 miles northwest of Idaho Falls. The outlaws leaped from the train and began running. They got lucky. The area was known for its heavy sagebrush and deep gorges. Whitney and Sesler, with a headstart, threaded their way into the high mountains.

A posse from the Woods Livestock Company in Spencer, assisted by armed guards and bloodhounds from nearby Deer Lodge Prison, joined the hunt for the fugitives. But a heavy, all-day downpour slowed the pursuers and rendered the dogs useless. However, runners went to many of the ranches in the area, spreading the word about the murderous thieves .

Whitney was described as being five feet, seven inches tall, and weighing about 140 pounds. He had a dark complexion and a heavy growth of beard. The fugitive wore blue trousers, a blue flannel shirt, and a white hat studded with nickel tacks on a leather hatband.

Soon a stranger showed up at Magill Ranch, 30 miles from Idaho Falls. After being fed a hearty meal, the man left on foot. The rancher later heard the fugitive's description and realized the stranger was Whitney. Evidently, the outlaw and his partner had split up. The rancher rounded up some cowhands, including his son, Edgar Magill, to chase down the fugitive.

Oberg described what happened next. "Before he realized it, Edgar Magill was on top of the outlaw who shot him off his horse. Standing over the fallen man, Whitney said, 'I'm going to send you on a long journey.' He took deliberate aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Edgar's rib, glancing around his body. Young Magill feigned death as the outlaw mounted his horse and rode away, once more to make his escape."

In addition to Magill's horse, he stole the young man's Winchester rifle and revolver.

By now, news had reached the posse that conductor Kidd had died. The pursuers, consisting of more than 200 men, posted guards on several bridges that crossed the Snake River, thinking Whitney might try to escape via that route. After midnight, a river guard was shot by someone thought to be Whitney. The guard survived with only a superificial wound.

Whitney ate breakfast at the Cal Peiot ranch 16 miles from Idaho Falls. That night, he met a group of sheepherders near Long Valley. Whitney told the men he was also a sheepherder, and traded horses with them.

The fugitive visited at least one other ranch before disappearing.

Oberg writes: "Whitney was last seen on September 12, 1911, when he and his brother robbed the Cokeville [Wyoming] bank of $600. They had stolen horses at the Taylor ranch at Thomas Fork, Wyoming, and stationed them at different places along the route to Jackson Hole. Once they reached the Jackson Hole area, no one could find [Hugh Whitney or his brother]."

Through the years, with each new bank heist, train robbery, and unsolved murder in Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, or even California, newspapers blared the news that Whitney had struck again. These stories were all bogus. Rumor had it that he had fled to South America, like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but that was never proven. Another tall tale even had him joining the military during World War I.

The truth is that in 1911, Whitney vanished from sight, and never resurfaced. What happened to him is anyone's guess.

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Bigfoot Hunters and Hoaxes

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StrangerthanSasquatch 
by Robert A. Waters 

At around midnight, GawainMacGregor,dressed head-to-toe in raccoon skins, wandered into a dense North Carolina forest to "connect" with Sasquatch.  At the same time, in the same locale, a group of Sasquatchhunters who call themselves Bigfoot 911 gathered with cameras and film to record proof that the creature exists. 

According to MacGregor, it was there that he and the group stumbled on each other. 

MacGregor seeks to become one with nature by worshipping a figure calledEnkidu.  This part-human, part-animal, as recorded in the "Epic of Gilgamesh," pre-dates the Bible.  On his blog, MacGregor writes: "Enkidu was created by the Goddess Aruru in response to the prayers of the citizens of Uruk, to act as a counterbalance to their king, Gilgamesh, who had lost his connection with nature[Enkidu]is described as extremely powerful, being two thirds beast, one-third man and having a body covered in thick hair. He drank from the rivers, grazed from the fields and galloped through the forests, sharing a union with nature long lost to humans."  MacGregor believes Bigfoot is Enkidu. 

After a brief encounter with the team from Bigfoot 911, MacGregor says he escaped deeper into the forest and never saw them again.   

Wandering around in the forest wearing a full regalia of raccoon skins isn'ta smart thing to do.   

Agreat debate rages among the thousands of Sasquatch hunters.  Should we capture Bigfoot, film him (or her), or shoot him dead?  Manyclaim the only way to definitively prove the existence of Sasquatchis to kill him.  After all, films have been faked, and capturing a creature the size of Bigfoot has thus far proven impossible. 

While many groups, such as North Carolina's Bigfoot 911, only wish to verify the existence of Sasquatch, others want to put a bullet in its brainMany teams ofBigfoot searcherswander the forests at night carrying high-powered deer rifles and having itchy trigger fingers.  The raccoon skin-clad MacGregor would be wise to stay away from forests where people believe Sasquatch may exist. 

In Flathead County, Montana, Randy Lee Tenley donned a camouflaged Ghillie suit thatresembles heavy foliage.  Generally used by military snipers or hunters,the head-to-toe attire could easily be mistaken for Sasquatch.  Tenleytook off into the night, hoping to spark a "Bigfoot sighting." 

Unfortunately, on Highway 93, Tenley stepped into traffic and was killed. 

Montana State Trooper Jim Schneider explained: "He was trying to make people think he was Sasquatch so people would call in a Sasquatch sightingYou can't make it up.  I haven't seen or heard of anything like this before.  Obviously, his suit made it difficult for people to see him.  He probably would not have been very easy to see at all." 

This story is tragic indeed. 

Yet it might have been worse.  What if some hunter had mistaken Tinley for a Sasquatch and shot him dead? 

It goes back to the question of whether it's moral to kill Bigfoot. 

SkepticalInquirer magazine editor Benjamin Radford frames the question this way:  “Would it be ethical to shoot and kill a Bigfoot?  Some say yes, because that’s the only way to prove they exist, and once proof is found, funds could be made available to protect them as an endangered species.  Others say no, that because Bigfoot sightings are so rare, they must have very small populations and killing one might drive the animals to extinction.  Ecological ethics aside, aiming a gun at a Bigfoot could be a bad idea.  You simply can’t know for sure if the mysterious, burly figure you have lined up in your sights is the real beast, or a bear, or a hoaxer in a costume.” 

Burglar Shoots Dog, Gets Himself Killed

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Home Invasion Goes Bad for Intruder
by Robert A. Waters

Summerfield, Florida sits about ten miles south of Ocala, in Marion County.  A farming community, it is unincorporated. 

At around 11:00 p.m., on August 15, 2017, a car drove up to Shawn Peterson's isolated home in Summerfield.   

The Ocala Star Banner reported that Peterson, "his girlfriend and his 4-year-old pit bull named Zeus, were inside the bedroom when he heard his back door being kicked in.  Peterson said his dog ran out of the room and went toward the noise." 

Suddenly, gunfire sounded inside the home.  After hearing several shots and scuffling in another room,Peterson noticed a shadow moving toward his bedroom.  He locked the door and told his girlfriend to hide in the closet.  As she entered, she tossed him his shotgun. 

Peterson said he shouted twice, "What's this all about?"  The intruder did not answer. 

Then, from outside the bedroom door, a gunshot rang out.  The bullet ricocheted through the door and into the bedroom, but did not strike the occupants. 

As Peterson's girlfriend hid in the closet, the intruder kept banging on the door.  Finally, Peterson fired a blast through the door.  The intruder ran from the home and Peterson called 911. 

The Star Bannerreported that "Zeus was shot three times, with one of the bullets hitting the 85-pound dog in the head.  The dog is alive, Peterson said.  He said his back door has three bullet holes and he believes more than one person entered the home." 

Later that night, a car pulled up to the Ocala Health Care emergency room in Summerfield.  Video surveillance shows the driver getting out of the car and dragging someone fromthe passenger side.  He then goes to the entrance, knocks on the door, and flees. 
   
Shawn Michael King, the intruder,was a stranger to Shawn Peterson.  He died of wounds to his face and chest.  He had served two years in Florida State Prison for grand theft of a motor vehicle and burglary. 

Without a protective dog and a firearm, Peterson and his girlfriend would likely have murdered. 

Zeus is expected to survive.  

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Shades of Fahrenheit 451 
by Robert A. Waters 

When they've taken down all the Confederate monuments and flags, the next step for the thought-police may be a Fahrenheit 451-style CD burning. Lots of famous artistshave written and recordedConfederate songs, including Sir Elton John, Joan Baez, Johnny Cash, Hoyt Axton, John Denver, Johnny Horton, Waylon Jennings, Levon Helm, Bob Dylan, Rod Stewart, and many more. I can picture the bonfire now, the glowing embers, melting disks, and cheers from the zombie-minded crowds. Like book-burnings of long ago, the thought-police wish to control all we see and hear.

Listed below are a few songs about the Confederate nation that may be banished from our musical culture. 
The Band 

Written by Canadian Robbie Robertson for his friend and fellow-band member, Arkansas-born drummer Levon Helm, this impeccably researched song captures the final days of the Confederacy through the eyes of a dirt-poor farmer and Rebel soldier. Before the thought-police came along, "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" was hailed as a one of the finest rock songs of all time. Joan Baez recorded the song, making it a number one hit. Johnny Cash, John Denver, The Black Crowes, the Jerry Garcia Band, and the Zac Brown Band all made recordings of the song. 

"Back with my wife in Tennessee 
When one day she said to me, 
'Virgil, quick come see, there goes Robert E. Lee.' 
Now I don't mind chopping wood, 
And I don't care if their money's no good, 
You take what you need and leave the rest 
But they should never have taken the very best." 

Elton John 

Yes, the Rocket Man recorded a song about a son who buries his Confederate father, then enlists to fight the Yankees and avenge his father's death. Written by Sir Elton and lyricist Bernie Taupin, the lyricsevoke a scene of families being drawn into a conflict that is much greater than the sum of the individual.  

"From this day on I own my father's gun.
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun.
I laid his broken body down below the Southern land,
It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands." 
Johnny Horton 

The modern Fahrenheit 451 crowd can't stand it when someone dares to disagree with their interpretation of history. "Johnny Reb," written by Johnny Horton, is a fairly standard country song that made it to the top of the charts in both the country and pop field. But the thought-police claims he "romanticized" the heroic actions of Confederate soldiers. (They ignore the factthat, in this song and others, Horton spoke highly of President Abraham Lincoln.) 

"I saw General Lee raise his sabre in his hand, 
Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand. 
You marched into battle with the gray and the red 
And when the cannon smoke cleared it took days to count the dead." 

After Horton died, he was falsely accused of having written and recorded blatantly "racist" songs. This was proven to be a lie, but the revisionists still haven't forgiven him for praising the courage of Rebel soldiers. 
Written by Ry Cooder, sung by Jim Keach 

While writing the soundtrack for the movie, "The Long Riders,"Ry Coodercomposedthis song. "Wildwood Boys" describes Missouri in the days after the Civil War, when carpetbag dollars were the only cash available in the South. The song is about the Jesse James gang thattook money by force from the carpetbaggers'trains and banks. (Ry Cooder won the Best Music Award from Los Angeles Film Critics Association for this 1989 soundtrack.) 

"This was our situation, 
We was just young wildwood boys, 
New as the birth of a nation, 
The kind that the Army employs. 
High-riding Rebs from Missouri, 
Fought for the gray and Quantril, 
Caught up by the battle and fury 
Back when just living was hell." 
Dickey Betts  

Former guitarist for the Georgia-based Allman Brothers Band, Betts wrote the Southern rock classic, "Ramblin' Man." He also wrote and sang this sensitive two-verse song, "Atlanta's Burning Down." In the song, a Confederate soldier who fought throughout the war with General Robert E. Lee is about to go AWOL. He plans to return to Atlanta, his hometown, to try and save his wife from General Sherman's march to the sea.  

"Gettysburg to Richmond, I fought long and hard, 
Not far away in Georgia, Sherman's in my own backyard. 
So I'm leavin' here this morning even if they shoot me down, 
My Jenny's in Atlanta, and Atlanta's burning down." 


After all the Rebel statues and flags are gone, what's next? Historical-cleansing is a dangerous game that can easily veer into unknown places. 

A Girl Named Alie, A Dog Named Yogi

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When Alie Died 
by Robert A. Waters 

On May 18, 1993, at 7:02 p.m., the Englewood, Colorado Police Department received a phone call from Marivel Berrelez who stated that her daughter was missing.  Officers sped to the Golden Nugget Apartments on 200 West Grand Avenue and learned that five-year-old AleszandraAriel "Alie"Berrelez had been playing with her two brothers in the courtyard when she vanished. 

Marivel informedpolice that Alie had asthma, and needed medicine four times a day.  Gayle C. Shirley, author of Amazing Animals of Colorado, described the missing child: "A spunky five-year-old, [Alie]had dimples when she laughed and soft doe-like eyes that sparkled below a ragged fringe of coffee-colored hair.  She loved to fly kites, to dance to Little Richard songs, and to watch The Little Mermaid on television.  Alie giggled her way into the hearts of her neighbors and had just shared a pizza with one of them when she disappeared."     

Within minutes, one of the largest searches in Colorado history began.  Alie's three-year-old brother, Sam, told police that "an old man" had driven away with his sister.  Sam pointed out apartment 106A as the room where the old man lived.  When detectives knocked on the door of Nicholas Raymond Stofer, a drifter who worked sporadically as a welder,he didn'tanswer.  Like Alie, he was nowhere to be seen. 

The Denver Postreported that"three days after she vanished, a police bloodhound named Yogi led officers on a 14-mile odyssey—from [apartment 106A], down Broadway, along C-470 and into Deer Creek Canyon.  The search was halted for the day because Yogi was too exhausted to continue, but the next day, just yards from where the dog had stopped, investigators discovered Alie's body stuffed into a green canvas bag." 

Yogi had done something amazing.  He'd sniffed out the remains of a murder victim who had been driven by car for 14 miles and thrown down a steep ravine.  Through the blazing heat, the bloodhound had tracked skin cells emitted from the car's air conditioning vent to find Alie. 

A few days later, Yogi and another bloodhound named Becky led detectivesfrom Deer Creek Canyon back to the Golden Nugget Apartment complex.  They alerted outside the door of apartment 106A. 

Detectives learned that shortly after Alie vanished,Stofer had boarded an Amtrak train to California. 

An autopsy determined that Alie had not been raped.  Hercause of death was inconclusive—the coroner stated it could have beenstrangulation or asthma. 

At the time, DNA was in its infancy.  The duffel bag and Alie's clothingwere tested, but Stofer's DNA was not found on any of the items.  Even though police suspicions were high, prosecutors refused to indict the suspect. 

As the years ticked by, police learned more about Stofer.  Police reports stated that atthe age of 15, he had been arrested for using drugs and alcohol.  He joined the Navy, but was given an "other than honorable discharge."  Stofer became a drifter, working odd jobs and using "massive amounts of drugs and alcohol."  According to the Denver Post, "Alie was barefoot when she was found, and seven people described Stofer as having a 'foot fetish'—two of them said he talked of [him] being sexually attracted to small, female feet..."  

In 2001, eight years after Alie's death,Phoenix, Arizona policealerted Englewood cops thatStofer had died froma drugoverdose. 

In 2011, Englewood detectivesresubmitted Alie's clothing to the Colorado Bureau of Investigation, hoping new advances in DNA testing would lead them to the killer. 

A few months later, the Deseret News reported that"investigators said Stofer's DNA matched genetic material found on Alie's underwear and that it also matched a partial DNA profile developed from the waistband of the underwear." 

After the abduction and murder, Alie's grievinggrandfather, Richard Berrelez, started the ALIE Foundation.  Its mission is to supply bloodhounds to law enforcement agenciesso far, the foundation has donated more than 500 bloodhoundsThe dogs have helped solve many cases and located numerousmissing persons.  In one case, an unknown assailantkidnapped a nine-year-oldgirl from her Riverton, California bedroom, raped her, and left her wandering the streets Doc Holiday, a bloodhound supplied by the ALIE Foundation, sniffed out the culprit, leading police from the child's bedroom to David Wayne Brock's back door.  Brock was later convicted and sentenced to 30 years in prison. 

Alie died in 1998.  During his career, he worked 478 cases, and had an amazing success record.  Yogi is buried at the Aurora Police Memorial Cemetery in Arapahoe County, Colorado.
 
Justice for theBerrelez family never came.  Alie, beloved by her family, was buried in Chapel Hill Memorial Gardens in Littleton, never havinga chance to fulfill her destiny. 

Her grandfather, Richard, said,"There are a lot of questions that we have as a family that we will never have the answer to.  All we can do is guess at why and how and what time everything happened during the different days... [But] Alie's not a victimI don't want people to think of her as a victim.  She's a hero, and she's been a hero for the past 18 years." 

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Death of Patsy Cline 
by Robert A. Waters 

On March 5, 1963, a single-engine Piper PA-24 Comanchetook off from FairfaxAirport in Kansas City, Kansas.  Three Grand Ole Opry stars, Patsy Cline, Cowboy Copas, and Hawkshaw Hawkins, along with pilot Randy Hughes,were heading back home to Nashville.  The artists hadjust performed several shows as part of a benefit performance for the family of deceased disc jockey "Cactus" Jack McCall. 

Cline, 30, had previously survived two horrificcar accidents as she traveled across the country to perform.  In 1961, she and her brother Sam were involved in a head-on collision in Nashville.  Cline slammed into the windshield, suffering a long, disfiguring gash on her forehead (for the rest of her life, she wore wigs and head-bands to cover the scars).  Among other injuries, she had a shatteredwrist, a brokenrib, and dislocated hip. 

Six weeks later, she was performing again. 

Cline, born Virginia Patterson Tinsley in Winchester, Virginia, grewup dirt poor.  Her father abandoned the family when she was young, and shewas raised by her single mom.  She began singing on local radio stations, then won a talent contest on the Arthur Godfrey Show.  That victory catapulted her to success.  She soon moved to Nashville, and in 1957, had her first hit ona small record label, "Walkin' After Midnight."  Hughes, her manager, arranged for her to sign with country music powerhouse, Decca Records.  Hit after hit followed, many songs becoming classics.  These included, "Crazy,""I Fall to Pieces," and "She's Got You." 

Many of Cline's records crossed over to become hits on thepop charts.  As she grew wealthy, the starhelped other female country singers, including Dottie West, Brenda Lee, and Loretta Lynn.  Knowingpoverty first hand, Clinesometimes gavegroceries or money to upcoming singers who were struggling. 

Also on the plane leaving Kansas City was Lloyd Estel "Cowboy" Copas and Harold Franklin "Hawkshaw" HawkinsA one-time band member with Pee Wee King (composer of the classic "Tennessee Waltz,")Copas made it bigin the 1940s and early 1950s.  His post-World War II song, "Filipino Baby," was his biggest hit. 

Hawkins was a hero of World War II.  He endured15 straight months of combat, and won battle stars for participating in the Battle of the Bulge.  His most popularrecordwas "Lonesome 77203. 

At 2:00 p.m., the Comanche, piloted by Randy Hughes, roared off the runway and into the sky.  The fact that Hughesonly had 44 hours of flying time was ignored by his passengers.  They were tired and just wanted to get home.  In fact, Cline was suffering from a head cold. 

The plane made two stops torefuel: one at Rogers, Arkansas, and the last stop at Dyersburg Municipal Airport, in Tennessee.  By now, heavy clouds were forming in the east, directly in the flight path to Nashville.  The FAA report stated that the weather was "turbulent."  An FAA employee, LeRoy Neal, strongly advised Hughes against flying that evening.  In fact, the manager of the airport was so concerned that he offered the groupfree lodging and food if they would stay. 

An airport employee overheard a conversation between Cline and Hughes.  "If you want to go," she said, "we'll go.  If you want to stay, we'll stay."  Hughes quickly decided to go.  Ten minutes later, the doomed flight was skyward again. 

Shortly after 6:00 p.m., on a cloudy, gloomy evening, S. C. Wardheard a plane circling low over Camden, Tennessee.  He stepped outside to look, and saw a "light" in the distance.  He soon realized thatthe lightwas an airplane. With engines at full throttle and roaring, it popped out of a huge cloudbank, thenbegan diving toward the ground at a 45-degree angle.  The ground shook, and suddenly there was silence. 

Ward and others called the Tennessee Highway Patrol, and a search was launched for what seemed to be a missing plane.  Throughout the rainy night, searchers attempted to get a bead on where the plane had hit.  Finally, early the next morning, theystumbled on the wreckage.  Everyone on board was dead. 

Word had spread even before the plane was found that Cline, Copas, and Hawkins were missing.  Scavengers soon arrived, and stripped the wreckage of artifacts.  A purse carrying several thousand dollars belonging to Patsy Cline was missing, and never located. 

Randy Hughes was clearly at fault.  Licensed only to fly by sight, in the massive clouds and darkness, he could see no landmarks and lost his bearings. 

Of the Grand Ole Opry singers to die that night, only Cline's music is still played consistently on today's radio.  She was the first solo female singer to be sworn into the Country Music Hall of Fame.  She is consistently listed in the top 100 singers of all time.  She is credited with helping to create the "Nashville Sound," a blend of country and pop music.  

Patsy Cline was laid to rest on March 5, 1963, in her hometown of Winchester, Virginia.  She was thirty-years-old. 

"No indication that he was going to regress..."

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Child Predator Cheats the Chair 
by Robert A. Waters 

For twelve years, Dr. Robert Terry and his wife, Gail Louise, waited for their daughter's killer to be executed.  Enraged by the kidnapping, rape, torture, and dismemberment of 11-year-old Avril, theTerry family seethed while anti-capital punishment politicians gamed the system.  Then, on January 10, 1974, Avril's killer, an unrepentant Emmett O. Hashfield, was rushedfrom Indiana State Prison in Michigan City to St. Anthony HospitalThere, surgeons did what the criminal justice system refused to do—they killed him.  During a routine tonsillectomy, Hashfieldbledto death on the operating table.  His much-welcomed demise was listed as accidental. 

Hashfield'spenchant forraping children had resulted in twolong prison stints.  In 1928, hereceived a 5 to21-year sentence for sexually assaultinga pre-teengirl.  He served 17 years before being freed.  Justtwoyears later, in 1947, Hashfieldsodomizeda seven-year-old boy.  For that crime, he got 2 to14-years.  He was paroledin 1960, with still more than a year to go on his sentence.  Almost immediately, Hashfield violated his probation by moving from Anderson, Indiana to Boonville. 

With less than 5,000residents, Boonvillewasa quintessential Mayberryesque townShops lined Main Street, life flowed in steadyrhythms, and violent crime was rare. 

At about 9:00 on themorningof August 15, 1960, Betty Metz, owner of a Boonville hobby shop, sold birthdaysuppliesto Avril.  The excited girltold Betty that her mother had sent her to the store to purchase candles for her sister's birthday party later that day. 

Once sheleft the store, the childvanished. 

When Avrildidn't return home, an alarm was raised.  The Warrick County Sheriff's Departmentwasted little time beginning a search, but nothing wasfound the first day.  The Freeport Journal-Standard reported that "hundreds of police, civil defense workers, and volunteers searched late Tuesday.  This southwestern Indiana area is honeycombed with active and abandoned strip coal mines, many filled with water." 

On the next day, police received a tip that a man had been seen with blood on his shirt.  Cops knocked on the door of EmmettHashfield's tiny shack, and determined that there was indeed blood on his clothing and shoes.  He also had fresh scratches on his chest.  Detectivesimmediately detainedHashfieldand searched his home.  At first, the ex-condenied killing Avril.   

More blood was found in the living room, and on Hashfield's bed.  Two chameleons, one dead, one alive, were located in a dresser drawer.  By now, detectives knew that Avril had taken her two pet chameleons with her when she walked to the store.  (Dr. Terry later identified the animals as the ones Avril owned.)  "Slim Jim" slacks, ablouse, and panties worn bythe child were also found in Hashfield's home. 

While checking the suspect'scar, investigators found a blood-soaked hammer and a blood-stained child's brasierre. 

Hashfieldwas taken to the Warrick County Jail for questioning.  Sheriff Robert Shelton later testifiedthat, when asked if he wanted a lawyer, Hashfield replied, "No.  Mylast lawyer got me five years." 

On August17, the Andersonville Herald reported that "the butchered body of an 11-year-old girl was found Wednesday in the waters of the Ohio River where a tattooed sex deviate confessed he tried to hide her.  The body of Avril (Honey) Terry, daughter of a prominent Boonville doctor, had been dismembered into seven parts." 

In a story the following day, the Herald stated that "skin divers and search boats first found the torso and arms in the [Ohio] River two miles east of Owensboro, Kentucky.  Then they came upon the head, legs, pelvis, and chest." 

Investigators informedreporters that Hashfield had admitted to the murder and led them to Avril's remains.  He confessedthat he met heron the sidewalk outside a store.  Avrilhad dropped several coins on the ground, and Hashfield helped her pick them up.  After befriendingthe child, he invited her to go for a ride and she accepted.  The predator took her to an abandoned mine where he raped her.  Then he took her home, killed her, and dismembered her remains. 

The evidence was overwhelming. Hashfield was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to death.  Because of hisnumerous arrests for child sex crimes, the publicquestioned Indiana'sparole board for turning him loose before he had served his full sentence.  A psychiatrist's report stated that Hashfield had "sadistic trends" and he would likely "conflict with social standards in regard to sex behavior."  Dr. Terry and his wife attempted to change Indiana's laws so that sex criminals would serve longer terms in prison, but legalin-fighting kept meaningful legislationfrom passing. 

Governor Roger Braniginwas an outspoken critic ofthe death penalty.  He refused to sign Hashfield's death warrant, saying he wanted a state referendum on the death penaltyBranigin commented that "until the [death penalty] issue is settled, no man's life should be taken." 

The referendum, of course, neverhappened.  While the Terry family waited to see justice, their daughter's killer lived and breathed and fantasized about the children whose lives he had destroyedHashfieldnever expressed remorse for his crimes, and never seemed to have any insight into the agony he'd caused Avril and herfamily. 

Finally, twelve years after being sentenced to death,a surgeon's errant scalpeldid the job. 

No one claimed the killer'sbody.  

Who Murdered the Ladies of Niceville?

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by Robert A. Waters 

For 37 years, Okaloosa County detectives figured they knew who killedCatherine Ainsworth.  But with little evidence, their suspect walked free, got married, had children, and lived a normallife.  Eventually, technology, in the form of DNA,would catch up with him.  Justice, however, would never beserved. 

On August 30, 1975, two worried friends drove to the Niceville, Florida apartment of their co-worker, thirty-seven-year-old Catherine Ainsworth.  The pretty divorcee lived alone and worked as Supervisor of Eglin Air Force Base Exchange.  She hadn't come in to work that day, hadn't called in sick, and hadn't answered her phone. 

Arriving at Ainsworth's home, Edna Posey and Marlene Dickman noticed Ainsworth'scar still in the driveway and music blasting from a radio inside her apartment.  They contacted the manager, and together entered the unlocked apartment door.  There layAinsworth, naked and bruisedAnd dead.  Placing a bedsheet overher face, the panicked trio called 911. 

Soon investigators began canvassing the apartment complexOne man got their attention.  Sgt. William P. Rouse, an airman at Eglin, lived two units down from Ainsworth.  When questioned, he lied about his whereabouts, stating that he'd been playing poker with friends all night.  His pals debunked that alibi, recallingthat he'd left early and they never saw him again that night. 

On further questioning, Rouse changed his story.  He thought maybe he'd come home and gone to bed on the night in questionOr maybe he got up and drove to a nearbystorebut maybe not.  Detectivescould never nail down a specific time-frame for Rouse's movements, so he remained a suspect.  However, in pre-DNA America, there was no evidence to arrest the airman. 

The coroner concluded that Ainsworth had been badly beaten and strangled with a "military-style"web belt that had a picket-fence pattern.  Her shoulder had multiple fractures, indicating a brutal assaultInvestigatorsfound semen on a rug that lay underneath her 

Born in Ireland, Ainsworth had lived in Niceville for 5 years.  Divorced, she had two daughters and a son.  She made friends easily and was loved by her co-workers.  A few days after her death, Ainsworthwas buried in Niceville'sBeal Cemetery. 

Nearly four decades later, in 2010, detectives submitted the semen-stained rug to the Florida Department of Law Enforcement lab for testing.  A profile was developed, but it matched no one in CODIS or any other DNA database. 

After tracking down Rouse's relatives, police learned that he left the Air Force shortly after the murders and returned to hishome stateofNew York.  He died in 2006.  A family member supplied police with two fedoras once owned by the suspect.  These were tested and thirty-seven years after the murder, in 2012,Rouse'sDNA matched the semen sample found on the rug. 

Investigators contacted Ainsworth's family to let themknow the news.  Then they marked the case as "solved." 

But four other similar Okaloosa County murders that occurred between 1973 and 1978remain unsolved 

On March 12, 1973, Debra Espey, 19disappeared from Okaloosa-Walton Junior College in Niceville The Northwest Florida Daily Newsreported that"her body was found more than a month later on a dirt trail off Rocky Bayou Drive.  She had been beaten severely, possibly with a tire iron that was recovered nearby."  Naked from the waist down, the crime seemed to be a sexual assault that ended in murder.  Like several of the other murder victims, Espey'sclothing and possessions were scattered beside her body.

On November 23, 1973, the remainsof Theresa Dusevitch, 19, who lived inValparaiso, was located off a dirt trail onEglin Air Force Base northeast of Niceville, close to Rocky Bayou Country Club.  She'd been shot in the head.  Investigators believeDusevitchhitched a ride and may have been murdered by someone who picked her up.  Several items layscattered beside her, including a Coca Cola can, a pack of cigarettes, and a portable record player with the initials "A. H."  Several months later, a 15-year-old hitchhiker caught a ride with a man who told her he would pay her $50.00 for sex.  When she refused and ran from the car, the man shot her in the hip.  The bullet from the teenage girl matched the bullet that killed Theresa Dusevitch. 

In June, 1975, the Daily News reported that LynnPyeatt, 19, of Memphis, Tennessee, "was vacationing on Okaloosa Island when somebody battered her and left her in the surf to drown.  It happened on a deserted Air Force beach in broad daylight."  (Since the murder took placeon federal property, the FBI took over the investigation.)  On acrowded section of the beach, Pyeatt left her friends to go for a walk.  She ended up inan unoccupied area where she was attacked.  Her bikini was ripped off, and an attempt to rapePyeatt occurred.  However, the perpetrator may have been scared off by passersbybecause he never completed the sex act.  Pyeatt, a college student who came from an affluent family, hadbeen in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Her bikini was found in the waternear her body. 

According to the Fort Walton Beach/Okaloosa Daily News, "Bonnie Gayle Ryther, 27, disappeared April 4, 1978. Her body was found in a shallow grave oneweek later.  She had been strangled."  Sometime around midnight, Ryther left The Scene Lounge on Eglin Parkwayin Fort Walton Beach.  The bartender said she was alone.  Ferry Park, where Ryther's body was located, is about five minutes away from The Scene.  Police found unidentified fingerprints in her car and on a beercannext to her body.  Those prints have been submitted to various databanks butnever identified.  Her killer has escaped detection for nearly 40 years. 

All these murders were committed within a few miles of each other.   

Did four different killers murder the ladies of Niceville?  Or did a serial offender kill one or more?  Did rogue airmen fromEglin Air Force Base commit these atrocious acts?  Or was it locals or out-of-towners?  And why haven't cops got a hit on DNA and fingerprints found at several of the crime scenes? 

Time is ticking away.  Today, the killer or killers would likely be in their mid-60s.  It's distressing to think that one or more predators got away with these monstrous crimes. 

Rhesus Macaques vs. Humans in Florida

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Monkeys from the Black Lagoon 
by Robert A. Waters 

Local lore is sometimes persistent, even if it's wrong.  Take the rhesus macaque monkeys, formerly of Silver Springs, Florida, but now spreading into the hinterlands.  The notion that the animals were brought thereby crews filmingTarzan movieswill not go away.  Ask any native, or mosttransplants, and they'll mention Johnny Weissmuller, Tarzan the Ape Man, and even the later movie, Creature from the Black Lagoon, shot at Silver Springs.  

The truth is that a 1930s promoter who operated glass-bottom boats in Silver Springs bought several monkeys from a New York wildlife dealer.  He placed them on a small island in the springs, hoping to draw more customers to his jungle cruiseHowever, the monkeys quickly swam across the river, spread into the wilderness, and began to multiply. 

Silver Springs has hosted numerous movies and television shows.  "Sea Hunt," the 1960s hit show starring Lloyd Bridges, was filmed at the Springs.  Movies such as The Barefoot Mailman, Distant Drums, Jupiter's Darlingand several Tarzan movies were made there.  No monkeys are visible in any of those films. 

Now the animals have become a nuisance, if not more. 

Silver Springs State Park Manager Sally Lieb told reporters that"there have been several recent reports that we've been documenting when people said that the monkeys acted aggressively toward them."   

A family visiting the springs recently filmed four malemonkeyschasing them, resulting in a shut-down of certain areas of the park.  The family said they didn't make eye contact with the monkeys, nor did they attempt to feed them.  It seemed to be a spontaneous charge, possibly over territory. 

Captain Kyle Hill, chief inspector for the Florida Fish and Game Commission, told newspeoplethat "we have reports of monkeys turning up 120 miles away from Silver Springs and we have documented 17 known attacks.''   

For years, park management has fought a losing battle to trap the animals.  Over 700 have been caught and sent to research labs, fueling a group of local protestors who want the monkeys to live in their "natural habitat."  The fact that the animals are non-native to Floridaand have few enemies is ignored.  The fact that they carry diseases that can be transferred to humans is overlooked. 

In 2012, a monkey attacked a Tampa woman as she sat on her porch.  The Tampa Bay Times wrote that "a 40-pound wild rhesus macaque jumped on her back...and proceeded to bite and claw her skin." A spokesman for the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission stated that the monkey may have been cast out of a colony in Silver Springs. 

In 2013, the New York Post wrote that "herpes-infected monkeys terrorize Florida."  While that is clearly an overstatement, the animals do cause people who have seen the animals in their neighborhoods to be nervous. 

Like pythons, Komodo dragons, Africanized bees, and other wild creaturesthat have been introduced into Florida's willing habitat, the monkeys are likely here to stay. 

Floridians better get used to it. 

The Shohola Train Disaster of 1864

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Rebs and Yanks Died Together 
by Robert A. Waters 

On the afternoon of July 15, 1864, Engine 171, athirty-ton wood-burning smoker, chugged along a torturous mountain trackin Pennsylvania.  Spewing gun-graysmoke in its wake, the engine pulled seventeencarsloaded withConfederate prisoners of war, many captured during the Battle of Cold Harbor.  More than a hundred Union guards, some standing on topof the cars, escortedthe 833 Rebels. 

The trainhad left Jersey Cityshortly after daybreak, its hapless prisonersbound for the infamous Elmira prison in New York.  North Carolina's 51stInfantry had been particularly hard-hit at Cold Harbor, and made up a high percentage of the captives. 

Engine 171, with its overloaded cars, snaked westward onthe Erie Railroad, averaging twenty miles per hour.  Alongside the trackslay the beautiful Delaware River.  As the train ascended on the single line, it encountered "blind"curves and sheer cliffs.   

On the same track, Erie Engine 237 was headedeast.  Pushing its top speed attwenty-five miles per hour, the train carried fiftycars loaded with coal.   

Meeting at a blind curve near Shohola Township in Pike County, Pennsylvania, the trains collided with a tremendous boom.  Local historian Joseph C. Boyddescribed the horrific scene: "The wooden coaches telescoped into one another, some splitting open and strewing their human contents onto the berm, where flying glass, splintered wood, and jagged metal killed or injured them as they rolled.  Other occupants were hurled through windows or pitched to the track as the car floors buckled and opened.  The two ruptured engine tenders towered over the wreckage, their massive floor timbers snapped like matchsticks.  Driving rods were bent like wire.  Wheels and axles lay broken." 

Frank Evans, aUnion guard, later recounted his view of the aftermath. "On a curve in a deep cut, we had met a heavily laden train," he wrote,"traveling nearly as fast as we were.  The trains had come together with that deadly crash.  The two locomotives were raised high in the air, face-to-face against each other, like giants grappling.  The tender of our locomotive stood erect on one end.  The engineer and the fireman, poor fellows, were buried beneath the wood it carried.  Perched on the reared-up end of the tender, high above the wreck, was one of our guards, sitting with his gun clutched in his hands, dead!"   
Headless torsos littered the tracks, as well as "bodies impaled on iron rods and splintered beams." 

Fifty-oneConfederates died, while seventeenUnion guards perished.  (Note: there are minor discrepancies among historians as to the numbers of dead andinjured.) 

Townspeople rushed to aid the wounded and remove the dead.  Deceased Confederates were laid out in random rows while the Union dead were reverently covered with blankets. 

In the chaos, five Confederate soldiers escaped.  Soon uninjured Union guards formed a circle around the remaining Rebels to keep others from fleeing. 

Two badly injured North Carolina brothers, John and Michael Johnson, were transported to anearby home across the river.  They died that night and were buried in the BarryvilleCongregational Church cemetery.  The other deceased Confederates were placed four at a time in home-made wooden boxes, and buried in a 75-foot-long trench dug by the surviving Rebels. 

Later that night, pine coffins arrived so thatthe dead Union soldierscould beinterred in individual graves. 

As soon as the track was cleared and repaired, the remaining Confederate prisoners were transported to their destination,Elmira Prison. 

Blame for the train crash fell squarely on a drunken Douglas "Duff" Kent, the telegraph operator responsible for coordinating traffic on the railroad.  Before he could face theconsequences of his negligence, however, Kent disappeared, never to be seen again. 

The Civil War ended one year later.  Survivors from the North and South went about their daily lives.  Over time, the great Shohola train wreck was largely forgotten to history. 

Forty-seven years later, historians rediscovered the disastrous crash.  In 1911, the Shohola dead were disinterred and taken to Woodlawn National Cemetery in Elmira, New York where they were laid in another common grave. 

The names of the deceased were inscribed on bronze plaques.   

The names of the Union dead face north while the names of the Confederate dead face south. 


 NOTE: Please read my article on Elmira Prison, the "Andersonville of the Union." 

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