tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84368464792795077472024-03-19T04:47:50.397-04:00Hell's Acres"You can't go home again," wrote Thomas Wolfe. Well, I was born and raised in the Sixteen Acres neighborhood of Springfield, MA. Then, after college, I got out of Dodge and lived in Boston for 21 years, only to return to the 413 in 2007, when my career brought me back. Although this blog isn’t exclusively about growing up—and returning to—the Springfield area, I can’t seem to escape it. Or can I?
MOBILE USERS: TO VIEW A TABLE OF CONTENTS, CLICK "VIEW WEB VERSION" ON THE BOTTOM.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-71858456951207760392023-12-20T21:07:00.025-05:002023-12-24T13:25:07.225-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 19: Tammy’s Dad Died. Now What?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lbgJCeZovqVhRGkih5xSUTLiEUtMHW_rcFAgZ58CLMqNxkHTNPASx3BEWiv3RUpyJSb09n2iNQCf2l35feuZ8JvnWiaO4zn4lZnn0P7tvH9DAQNi7cNgZa9R4TxFVS3j0ZumJIhbNVkh99-Q1Gw5cCRDrKbQwtiFbl23T2tvOo1Xo7KfjtWNFCTgubo/s526/richard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="526" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lbgJCeZovqVhRGkih5xSUTLiEUtMHW_rcFAgZ58CLMqNxkHTNPASx3BEWiv3RUpyJSb09n2iNQCf2l35feuZ8JvnWiaO4zn4lZnn0P7tvH9DAQNi7cNgZa9R4TxFVS3j0ZumJIhbNVkh99-Q1Gw5cCRDrKbQwtiFbl23T2tvOo1Xo7KfjtWNFCTgubo/w400-h268/richard.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">First of all, I cannot believe that I am writing about Richard Lynds in the past tense. I was last wishing him well on November 7, a day before his heart surgery, and now he’s dead.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I talked with him on the phone on November 1 for 47 minutes and now he is gone? What the hell? He got through his heart operation, but he didn’t survive the complication of five unexpected abdominal surgeries, and died on December 12.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">He had joked before he went to the hospital that he was getting cow tissue for a new mitral valve in his heart, reminding him of his farm upbringing in South Hadley. Here’s his old house, now deteriorating:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoIPOMa0VwGB3BxPvCaIsJLqTz2hzShW2kLqfPndjkM3c8MKdB7zyctxz3z3_Kp33z0FUSVMn9qn6kX-qXY7q2NbmB04sB_IGZub23r1bpDOfqZBtlqe8yqzQVylneeNXlaqWpkqeT1IyOaONRCWvxEvUnSQmw_-M8zg0Re_HOgLiWYhKscGZzGAYZGc/s705/house.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="705" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoIPOMa0VwGB3BxPvCaIsJLqTz2hzShW2kLqfPndjkM3c8MKdB7zyctxz3z3_Kp33z0FUSVMn9qn6kX-qXY7q2NbmB04sB_IGZub23r1bpDOfqZBtlqe8yqzQVylneeNXlaqWpkqeT1IyOaONRCWvxEvUnSQmw_-M8zg0Re_HOgLiWYhKscGZzGAYZGc/w400-h330/house.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">When he married Susan, he originally wanted to purchase a house in a rural town, like Monson, but she convinced him to buy a home in Springfield—close to her family in Ludlow. </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Susan wanted six kids and I didn’t,” he said. “In October of 1984 I got fixed so I would never have any more kids with Susan.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The marriage was marred with acrimony, and I asked him why it took so long to decide on getting a divorce. Things were not good—before Tammy’s murder, but especially afterward. After they moved from Pine Point to Northampton, he said she decked him a couple of times with sucker punches—once knocking him out. Another time he said he called the police, and they arrested her when they saw his swollen, red eye. He said that when the children were growing up, he hung out with his kids when she disappeared<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>on weekends. “I found out about Susan's boyfriend from Allison during my divorce in 2006,” he recalled.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Again, I asked him what took so long to end it. He must have loved her, I insisted. He shrugged. He said that finally, when the kids grew up and moved out of the house, there was no reason to stay married. He drew up divorce papers with a lawyer, put them on her pillow, and she found them when she was on the phone with her mother. “Oh my God, he’s divorcing me,” she announced.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Mind you, I’m only getting half the version of this tale. I know Richard could be short-tempered, hard-headed, and stubborn—so I’m sure Susan’s take on this tale would be quite different.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He found love after Susan. He married Mary, who died of COVID in 2020, and he was the boyfriend of Linda, who was by his side until the very end. Yours truly met Linda this past summer</span><span style="font-family: arial;">—</span><span style="font-family: arial;">I have corresponded with her since, and it was obvious that she adored Richard, and the feeling was mutual.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It's not my intention to write some kind of half-assed obituary on Richard, but there are a few things I'd like to say about him.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</p><div><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard liked working with his hands, whether it be a complex Lego project, constructing a remote-controlled boat, or building a shed. Once you got him talking about the 1986 addition and remodeling of his house, believe me, you’d hear about the entire process, right down to the last nail.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy in the old kitchen in 1984:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QPY-q6qL9h4XsSEm5eH93eU-ZH4aOC4L57nkoR5makwzFfIRvMmMdIgxyvh9nFsZLZD9lVIK45SoKHT0ErwhJCMx7nzUtqM5CSn0r1ZllmXyjp6zVYCiStEK94IsV6vTetUEMgVEbTfED6lLgi9-zkiIespnY0_dVWU2fUAbuOWT-eAoZ2uWYKuLIx4/s2048/377261567_1385154859020879_4583379808217411237_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2016" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QPY-q6qL9h4XsSEm5eH93eU-ZH4aOC4L57nkoR5makwzFfIRvMmMdIgxyvh9nFsZLZD9lVIK45SoKHT0ErwhJCMx7nzUtqM5CSn0r1ZllmXyjp6zVYCiStEK94IsV6vTetUEMgVEbTfED6lLgi9-zkiIespnY0_dVWU2fUAbuOWT-eAoZ2uWYKuLIx4/w394-h400/377261567_1385154859020879_4583379808217411237_n.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy and Josh in the kitchen during construction:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCqp8yhQJ1OAIxmyLRHS_aBsbzWcTXlRBcwi22x_q9W7IOtz-QJQKXjnFNwqrkokOVz2Z2MnyZhw3zptVB0l48dJEy3h8bPPTni750ZSY8Wf1vfUVktRwulQmyy_dBY11kJmQ9bU8aq7VyKDlNdl6VUQCAw5S-6Vm2HzRvzNLavSrRyp-9DUd81MC_Eo/s2048/396488388_601793688661473_4228653070664573611_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1569" data-original-width="2048" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCqp8yhQJ1OAIxmyLRHS_aBsbzWcTXlRBcwi22x_q9W7IOtz-QJQKXjnFNwqrkokOVz2Z2MnyZhw3zptVB0l48dJEy3h8bPPTni750ZSY8Wf1vfUVktRwulQmyy_dBY11kJmQ9bU8aq7VyKDlNdl6VUQCAw5S-6Vm2HzRvzNLavSrRyp-9DUd81MC_Eo/w400-h306/396488388_601793688661473_4228653070664573611_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The new kitchen:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxk0LpKWDbJhhLckBc9J1yPHV3r8fgVlkBb4QRqmtS8SssiVXFuhLW8xmM9gpvx4f6pksiyDoOM5PHo1X3klwjuxWohlJTUIHXQATuhBIBRqbNYWNzIl3xCXX-YU5-M_qsVJB_vSX3JlY6tejs5tPwJMTd_XIewHBNgmfq6lwdbf8lH177RMkuEe5yPY/s2048/396577902_375684871460187_1455556756042711501_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1547" data-original-width="2048" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxk0LpKWDbJhhLckBc9J1yPHV3r8fgVlkBb4QRqmtS8SssiVXFuhLW8xmM9gpvx4f6pksiyDoOM5PHo1X3klwjuxWohlJTUIHXQATuhBIBRqbNYWNzIl3xCXX-YU5-M_qsVJB_vSX3JlY6tejs5tPwJMTd_XIewHBNgmfq6lwdbf8lH177RMkuEe5yPY/w400-h303/396577902_375684871460187_1455556756042711501_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard hammering away, putting in new second floor stairs before the second floor construction started:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKM2P52ilj-C0dJArA3esAJdI-g51T-z4YxO_iwuONYukBipZj8ar6KjrTqpOZ7ZABDFrIRGNqpWjccFC3dL6kOjaKXxViipQgdKoi6g7_I7eW6fPPuYZtU6GutE87yylBYkBFrXOMFi7z0ec28c20GDKInNN6wLUBCmwt9jA8AsLjBwvGTPpSXBw_xlk/s2048/393813226_1106303957022431_6276534082755014147_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="2048" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKM2P52ilj-C0dJArA3esAJdI-g51T-z4YxO_iwuONYukBipZj8ar6KjrTqpOZ7ZABDFrIRGNqpWjccFC3dL6kOjaKXxViipQgdKoi6g7_I7eW6fPPuYZtU6GutE87yylBYkBFrXOMFi7z0ec28c20GDKInNN6wLUBCmwt9jA8AsLjBwvGTPpSXBw_xlk/w400-h291/393813226_1106303957022431_6276534082755014147_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard and his father putting in the new bay window in the living room:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4zENb_-Vva_u_lmX47ZzDvG3h6oKqkARbO5S_Ywm9bd0f3a76eQGvm5rSkrOttTuMusVsTC8fWqUVpsXShjAEEN1Y1ntmkI9trdYg9qlVrV42_9S8uK3o2qJSpQKRGn6fqwLxpv2xuz18jSM49RkZfWIoflMAkmnqPcS6XLR1CALC0ZSnfLkE4ZJ6XQ/s1622/370270256_814828970390216_303506925840559423_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1117" data-original-width="1622" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4zENb_-Vva_u_lmX47ZzDvG3h6oKqkARbO5S_Ywm9bd0f3a76eQGvm5rSkrOttTuMusVsTC8fWqUVpsXShjAEEN1Y1ntmkI9trdYg9qlVrV42_9S8uK3o2qJSpQKRGn6fqwLxpv2xuz18jSM49RkZfWIoflMAkmnqPcS6XLR1CALC0ZSnfLkE4ZJ6XQ/w400-h275/370270256_814828970390216_303506925840559423_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The new second floor being built to Richard’s plans:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMSi0QHqsybmYd5XUgLg6HK3k0TP9Bad-sGmtqJWwaWtdFh9fjEeIOIXUal0nfr9lYwXjVZ-ZE8JHh9b2jNaOqHNDnIsmaD6i69qS6k4vTeqKSCJ0ezEl5FpmrfMsc-T-x6XCLbxZSezId349QuFUE4LV2wEEdRYiaDL0cPmDhq3gyHYP_xqrOITuxaE/s2048/396772712_324176283654240_2943035236992029656_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1555" data-original-width="2048" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMSi0QHqsybmYd5XUgLg6HK3k0TP9Bad-sGmtqJWwaWtdFh9fjEeIOIXUal0nfr9lYwXjVZ-ZE8JHh9b2jNaOqHNDnIsmaD6i69qS6k4vTeqKSCJ0ezEl5FpmrfMsc-T-x6XCLbxZSezId349QuFUE4LV2wEEdRYiaDL0cPmDhq3gyHYP_xqrOITuxaE/w400-h304/396772712_324176283654240_2943035236992029656_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXc-8BdYTiDgFii1yCaUUXrHrGh415aWwF4QiaJM7nKlQi1cmqF59t6Kmc8JYBlyBKQmVBv1ki050vDnK57Rr8wti3rNRgNwoPfl1veXWueT5v-KLLbv2iN4TGdea7Ma5uCpOmt6t8-jj9Q2RlayzPZI8hfu81Rx0IOTufgLOzHNClP65CIpdV2eh0koo/s2048/395595111_386883983906720_6037807582201684547_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1541" data-original-width="2048" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXc-8BdYTiDgFii1yCaUUXrHrGh415aWwF4QiaJM7nKlQi1cmqF59t6Kmc8JYBlyBKQmVBv1ki050vDnK57Rr8wti3rNRgNwoPfl1veXWueT5v-KLLbv2iN4TGdea7Ma5uCpOmt6t8-jj9Q2RlayzPZI8hfu81Rx0IOTufgLOzHNClP65CIpdV2eh0koo/w400-h301/395595111_386883983906720_6037807582201684547_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Construction begins on the back deck:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSJEIWplIHBkKgSefm4FAtn12wFr6lDbaS9YDR52YoS6kyGWAHo9rKMQI7PftzvMtpX1E3nurJoeocfwMsHyRPjGsa9Fyu45DXIu6LrQsI4Du2RSxFpF5U5C_8cTGXPb2ifLLvPaC5o7KgXhqAXkctWTW6u89CEbVZ3cwLzuRG-R0K94bH80EoE8CZS4/s2048/395759041_1069245637595654_4290629931387237331_n.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1421" data-original-width="2048" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSJEIWplIHBkKgSefm4FAtn12wFr6lDbaS9YDR52YoS6kyGWAHo9rKMQI7PftzvMtpX1E3nurJoeocfwMsHyRPjGsa9Fyu45DXIu6LrQsI4Du2RSxFpF5U5C_8cTGXPb2ifLLvPaC5o7KgXhqAXkctWTW6u89CEbVZ3cwLzuRG-R0K94bH80EoE8CZS4/w400-h278/395759041_1069245637595654_4290629931387237331_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</p><div><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I’m somewhat surprised that the city of Springfield was playing ball with Richard about plans for Tammy’s memorial, because there was a rumor that the Springfield Police had dragged their feet on Tammy’s murder investigation as a result of bad feelings they had over a dispute he had with the Boston Road bar Mattie’s when he was president of the Pine Point Neighborhood Council. In 1992, residents had complained to the Council about underage drinking there, and this resulted in a hearing with state Alcoholic Beverage Control Commission.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6av6eFY8uH7VjCEuyLDl5HF0-e-t2jOGL-OjfRz2K5iSHEWQGWAd1kOVPoTv2TsGqJAjTj5TVWRuuEtdB9DJXZCyz7dpmG7To45SmpaDteVXmNW089hQ-LS2RQXxLAOprhFyKRiI8VuJHY4VESDkaVJEtIOCF3N7_EvtyKBv1arWknqY0pPc7RAcz9GY/s1000/o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6av6eFY8uH7VjCEuyLDl5HF0-e-t2jOGL-OjfRz2K5iSHEWQGWAd1kOVPoTv2TsGqJAjTj5TVWRuuEtdB9DJXZCyz7dpmG7To45SmpaDteVXmNW089hQ-LS2RQXxLAOprhFyKRiI8VuJHY4VESDkaVJEtIOCF3N7_EvtyKBv1arWknqY0pPc7RAcz9GY/w400-h300/o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The problem was that the owner had been married to a Springfield police officer who died in 1986 but her family still had strong connections to the police, who also did not take kindly to his haranguing the force over Tammy’s murder investigation over the years.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Still, inferring that the Springfield Police weren’t interested in finding the murderer because of petty stuff—this flies in the face of what the Homicide squad does every day, and that is trying its damndest to put murderers in jail. Frankly, it’s an incredible insult. Springfield Homicide wants killers caught. Period.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard launched his own citizen investigation about his daughter’s death in earnest in in 2018, five years after the case file was lost, and he approached a former judge, but was asked to be quiet. </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“In 2018, I found many of Tammy's old friends on Facebook,” he said. “At that time, I asked to be friends with them. Most of them did say yes. I then introduced myself to them and said briefly that I knew that they had knowledge about Tammy's case, and I will get the truth. I texted everyone once to see what kind of responses I would get. I got back nothing until here on your blogs.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, Richard had blundered into the social media world by being a little too in-your-face. In his notes, he pointed out that a couple of Tammy’s friends had shared one of his memorial posts (below), but his subsequent contact with these guys proved unproductive. Things turned sour, and they blocked him.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznyNw52UPKKfvBMRCAl_DtMERQUaP1NWsgoGwqgXGedrZoA1xbNqir2rjklHRZ6lQ7KhzfdMSOPss6PlqarC-kVz3I-KK71K_DmWKwF3Xvc6BpLeAC6V2L90_dDzGbttfWxxBTx5t9zEeCl6UqyTIp0Y_PEiLUc03AgeQOvZe-waEbSizCfE4kWLSUdw/s318/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="245" data-original-width="318" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznyNw52UPKKfvBMRCAl_DtMERQUaP1NWsgoGwqgXGedrZoA1xbNqir2rjklHRZ6lQ7KhzfdMSOPss6PlqarC-kVz3I-KK71K_DmWKwF3Xvc6BpLeAC6V2L90_dDzGbttfWxxBTx5t9zEeCl6UqyTIp0Y_PEiLUc03AgeQOvZe-waEbSizCfE4kWLSUdw/w400-h308/1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">For years he suspected Ricky, Tammy’s friend and sometimes lover, in the murder—and they clashed—but that changed for a bit this past summer when it became clear that both were former suspects who were looking for the same thing: the truth. In fact, it was Ricky who persuaded Richard to contact—and trust—Hell’s Acres with telling Tammy’s story. Last August, Richard acknowledged that he had been unfair to Ricky. “We never were able to talk like we are today,” said Richard. “My first contact with Ricky was in 2018. I texted him with saying a lot of things that today I know I should not have. But I had no direction to go in. I also started to hunt online all the other kids that I found out were friends or knowledge from Tammy from here phone book. I had a very long list.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard knew full well, especially after Tammy’s case file was lost, that justice doesn’t just fall out of the sky. Often you have to fight for it. But at times he got too combative. Ricky made much of a claim about Richard’s alleged drunkenness the day Tammy went missing—an accusation made by a visitor at the Lynds house—and soon Ricky and Richard were fighting online again.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard said that the observation about his intoxication wasn’t true—that he pretty much gave up alcohol and smoking on December 22, 1982. “After that, I might have had a beer at family gatherings,” he said.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And then there was the rumor that Richard had molested and killed Tammy. The main instigators of “the father did it” rumor are, in my opinion, the top suspects. One of them is the late Jason Francis. I believe they told police this in 1994 to divert attention from themselves. I’ll tell you one thing—Richard didn’t kill her. He did rub people the wrong way when he was trying to figure this crime out, so he became a convenient scapegoat for some. But the guy had been going at great lengths to get this case solved. If it was all a cover for his guilt, it was an extremely elaborate one, and I’m not easily fooled. Yes, he lost his temper during this investigation. I can’t defend all his actions, but to all these people who seem to have hated his guts: how perfectly would YOU behave if your daughter was slaughtered?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“My problem has been all the years that no one has been willing to sit down, in person, and talk with me,” said Richard. “I have been on my own for 29 years. All these people have been accusing me of so many things, without asking about my side of the story. It makes it hard to go forward like I want to on this. I hope someday it will all open up and I will get the truth about how and why Tammy was killed.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And then came his health issues. “I do not want to stop trying to solve my daughter’s case, but I have more important things to worry about right now,” he said. “Will I survive my open heart surgery coming up in November?” </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I thought he would survive. But his unexpected death is a reminder that life is precious—that you should hug your family members, and not take them for granted, because they can be gone in an instant. Richard knew that more than anyone.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMa3KaGdHkhtEY6R2_wtC3aalYIziLCxIqFcY3UzHaCYFMrR8s54WngLKkWk5JfAiNpjHQTYUnEXBdRdAB42mSGBULADIg32I8-Il9_RIK13ikrUHE5oo5hv_BLYM4-epwgNqL7bnhFgF-85MgPO1g7XevDU3x0v14KtkGFD0EtAW89OSUkZ7mywRCdE/s1500/richard%20bed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1442" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMa3KaGdHkhtEY6R2_wtC3aalYIziLCxIqFcY3UzHaCYFMrR8s54WngLKkWk5JfAiNpjHQTYUnEXBdRdAB42mSGBULADIg32I8-Il9_RIK13ikrUHE5oo5hv_BLYM4-epwgNqL7bnhFgF-85MgPO1g7XevDU3x0v14KtkGFD0EtAW89OSUkZ7mywRCdE/w385-h400/richard%20bed.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">He is with Tammy now, and knows the answers about her death. But where does that leave us? For information on Tammy’s murder, I was relying solely on him and a couple of others.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In 2023, the last year of Richard’s life, the rest of his family and the vast majority of Tammy’s friends have remained incredibly quiet about her murder, even though this latest publicity—yes, I’m talking about this blog—is clearly the last gasp of this investigation.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Why the silence? Please enlighten me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com85tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-9147463651977653142023-12-03T15:57:00.014-05:002024-02-18T19:41:10.684-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 18: A Hang-Up Phone Call, A Medical Emergency<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM0BKq8MvxUFzdd5GQOr_LY4SLiyhpEsHfyAUKkL09E8m64n3vfhwVulL8PrXl0aoQTHzFwCiWoFQIWbVlDDwuulMtQhPAjVyJwp5jwu63sMdq-fTvl88yI8DVSPgHImKaGe4WUWzSvu_vbuSxyVO3nkF7HQ9nfn7O_ywmbEQqslL-NkR4eaxEvaME2w/s875/birthday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="875" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM0BKq8MvxUFzdd5GQOr_LY4SLiyhpEsHfyAUKkL09E8m64n3vfhwVulL8PrXl0aoQTHzFwCiWoFQIWbVlDDwuulMtQhPAjVyJwp5jwu63sMdq-fTvl88yI8DVSPgHImKaGe4WUWzSvu_vbuSxyVO3nkF7HQ9nfn7O_ywmbEQqslL-NkR4eaxEvaME2w/w400-h251/birthday.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-size: medium;">One of the more curious occurrences in the Tammy Lynds case took place even before it was even a murder investigation. When the 15-year-old was still regarded as a missing person, two police officers showed up at the house of Tammy’s friend Ricky and asked to come in. “They told my mom someone from our house called the Lynds and then hung up.” Ricky denied it, “but they used this opportunity to ask to check our basement,” he said. “My room was down there, and my mom let them.”</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy’s disappearance was being treated as a possible runaway case, and police believed she might have been staying with one or more of her friends. In fact, the day after Tammy went missing, her father Richard asked to check Ricky’s basement, and his parents allowed it, and Richard also went over to Ricky’s uncle’s house on Moss Road, where he was allowed to check the house to verify that his daughter wasn’t staying there.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Ricky thought at the time the cops might have been lying about the hang-up phone call as an excuse to interview him. “That accusation was the reason my parents let those officers question me unsupervised,” he said. And after all, Ricky said the police were used to playing loosely with the truth, coercing him to say—falsely—that Tammy snuck out one night and knocked on his bedroom window, to fit the narrative in her diary that she went over a boyfriend’s house from time to time after both their parents went to bed.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But Ricky also entertained the possibility that maybe his mother might have called the Lynds’ number to ask about any news about Tammy, and then had changed her mind just as someone picked up the phone—thereby it being treated as a hang-up call. “When I recently asked my mom about it, she said she didn’t call,” he commented. “I was hoping she would say yes—then it might hinted at the police actually having a copy of the everyone’s phone records at one point, or at the very least the Lynds’ records.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If the police did have phone records, they would have shown that her friend Sindy Pabon called Tammy around 1:00 p.m. or 2:00 p.m. on July 21, 1994—the day she went missing. They also would have an idea of who phoned in the answering machine-recorded threat to Tammy and other annoyance calls—including an anonymous person who claimed she was in Florida</span><span style="font-family: arial;">—</span><span style="font-family: arial;">that prompted them to reach out to the phone company. In addition, they might have revealed that Tammy could have talked to another Ricky the day she disappeared—a Ricky who lived on Carew Street and had been intimate with Tammy. According to the investigative notes of Tammy’s mother Susan, a friend of Tammy told Susan that she was meeting to a “Ricky” that night:</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq2xOPiI3Co5PW3T26rUvgrRtcztaki2DP7KEaMMUObaeE-SFe2kQOmK6BBji_-dDlnsbSVv_4tPmVoG15t-MTnghtRzSXIBlJUjjS-6iY_9cf7ufFTyxCRd9ch9a9IU_8BkJg_fhHmPyJaTGAxk4pRcf1aZG0C82NqZSgYBM_7HcH85TvHP4iS7ZyAE/s982/_--rick%20meeting%20Tammy%20that%20night.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="982" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq2xOPiI3Co5PW3T26rUvgrRtcztaki2DP7KEaMMUObaeE-SFe2kQOmK6BBji_-dDlnsbSVv_4tPmVoG15t-MTnghtRzSXIBlJUjjS-6iY_9cf7ufFTyxCRd9ch9a9IU_8BkJg_fhHmPyJaTGAxk4pRcf1aZG0C82NqZSgYBM_7HcH85TvHP4iS7ZyAE/w400-h121/_--rick%20meeting%20Tammy%20that%20night.jpeg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">However, that friend recently told me that he does not remember talking to Ricky from Carew Street about Tammy back in 1994. “And I have a great memory,” he added. Did they, in fact, communicate over the phone that day? We don’t know.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy’s desire to get pregnant was evident in her diary, but I didn’t think she had shared this with any of her friends. But I found out that she did tell one of them: Jack (not his real name). “I told her she shouldn’t do it at that point—that she should concentrate on school,” he said. He explained to Tammy that she had her entire life in front of her.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">After Richard read her diary, and assessed Tammy’s home life—including her vicious fights with her mother—he concluded that Tammy’s motivation to get pregnant was to get out of the house. What she didn’t account for was the fact some teen moms, looking for both unconditional love and some independence in a new phase of life, go out on their own, only to move back home when financial and other pressures become too much.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There is some evidence in the autopsy that Tammy was indeed pregnant. If so, she nonetheless was deprived of the chance to chase her dreams—which ultimately came down to being a mother.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">If you are a praying person, Richard needs your prayers now more than ever.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In 2018, his cardiologist told him his heart had a leaky valve, and that they’d keep a close eye on it. Then, in late 2022, he was having some difficulty breathing and congestion. This past summer, when I met Richard, it was evident this congestion was still bothering him—he kept coughing and clearing his throat. So he decided to have surgery.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard went into the UMass Memorial Medical Center in Worcester on November 8 to have open heart surgery—undergoing bypass surgery on one plugged main artery in the front of his heart, and replacing his leaky mitral valve with a cow’s valve, which is supposed to last 20 years. Cardiac bypass surgery is no small thing: they stop the heart, do the necessary repairs, restart the heart, and sew him up.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Initially, the operation went well—at one point during his recovery he woke up and he thought he had been at home sleeping, not in the hospital. He even went for a couple of short walks, and had a “mascot”: Walker, a cute cow stuffed animal, in honor of his new body part. The initial plan was to be in the ICU for three to four days, and then a recovery time at home of about six weeks. But then there were complications. Many complications.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGp14VSzTNXyjrFAQpXbcEqDFdku871a9ZRx_LA3r1ZD00GQd3mwl4lZIbxRURjJUhpAaNOJPrisTxZeUPt3w9oAOHPSejFxXImixNiM3tsq5nYgeetXTkUJxF3eanvctCIyoc3ppEh3p2ZJy5DYFUOTVugHEoZg-SHdIEpBvBDfQ7tPeUf0mbsYzItc/s371/cow.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="371" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGp14VSzTNXyjrFAQpXbcEqDFdku871a9ZRx_LA3r1ZD00GQd3mwl4lZIbxRURjJUhpAaNOJPrisTxZeUPt3w9oAOHPSejFxXImixNiM3tsq5nYgeetXTkUJxF3eanvctCIyoc3ppEh3p2ZJy5DYFUOTVugHEoZg-SHdIEpBvBDfQ7tPeUf0mbsYzItc/w400-h389/cow.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">After Richard suffered severe abdominal pain, it was discovered that part of his large colon was necrotic (dead) due to lack of blood flow, so he had emergency surgery to remove five centimeters of dead colon and reattach his large and small bowels. Since then he has had four additional bowel surgeries, and during the last few weeks he and has suffered fevers, high white blood counts, and irregularities in his heart rate and blood pressure. He also had a blood transfusion. Richard has been mostly sedated, intubated and on a ventilator, though there has been moments of consciousness. He had a tracheotomy to assist with breathing, but he has also been on a CPAP machine to try to wean him off the ventilator so he can eventually breathe on his own.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Of late, Richard has taken baby steps in the right direction to get better, but the truth is he is facing months and even a year of recovery time instead of the originally planned six weeks. This is not what he signed up for—a life-threatening condition after the first surgery—but Richard has faced other devastating setbacks in the past and managed to stay positive. It is well-known that Richard is a fighter, and this is what fighters do when presented with the biggest health challenge of their lives—they go to battle, and this mentality certainly helps, day by day, hour by hour, and breath by breath. At present, he is stable, and doctors are cautiously optimistic, but this has been quite the roller coaster ride since he checked into the hospital, and as his family and friends have painfully found out, this condition could change at any moment.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This past June, because of his health issues, Richard posted on his Facebook profile that after 29 years he had decided to stop trying to find out what happened to his daughter. “I feel now that I will never get any answers to any of my questions,” he wrote. “I will leave this earth not knowing why Tammy was taken before myself.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But then as the cold case started heating up over the summer, he decided to give it one last try, entrusting me with his binder of information his family collected on his daughter’s murder.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard also pursued with the City of Springfield’s Parks Department the possibility of a memorial to Tammy—specifically, a bench in her honor. One of the potential options was putting it in a small park the city would create on the former site of Russell’s restaurant. However, since he has been hospitalized, the mayor has announced that along with the “pocket park,” the EMBR cannabis dispensary would be located there. They even had a groundbreaking ceremony. I am looking forward to seeing Richard’s reaction to the news of a pot shop being put on the site, next to a possible Tammy memorial, but part of me thinks that Richard, as the former president of the Pine Point Community Council, would actually welcome a $2 million business investment in a longtime vacant lot and eyesore. I really would love to be able to have a conversation with Richard at some point on the way to a successful, 100 percent recovery—but I know that will take time.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4ZHfVVyRy-ZwBrqmo6LMQwe2QouTf7pyQIQwwxVFsepwDk56TT7DYzW9FZ7YR0kWOmlACLdSGyOc1ZXULejfiqYBTzitvh9IlNglsRd0kCXQCYQPIEXl8HpYzmmmraoa8Qz7F-8RAGszwzUf4VwycjjW3t9fjjQsM1orOk2h8EAZ7JZ3Ns5eqzQiF7o/s2048/embr.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1545" data-original-width="2048" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4ZHfVVyRy-ZwBrqmo6LMQwe2QouTf7pyQIQwwxVFsepwDk56TT7DYzW9FZ7YR0kWOmlACLdSGyOc1ZXULejfiqYBTzitvh9IlNglsRd0kCXQCYQPIEXl8HpYzmmmraoa8Qz7F-8RAGszwzUf4VwycjjW3t9fjjQsM1orOk2h8EAZ7JZ3Ns5eqzQiF7o/w400-h301/embr.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I-xO0O6pbD-HLKC3L35vYLTSfgBJi7c-dD3EAuDQwLWN8ZTlflMFhfLErtlXs3w-R2_ty7a0aNU_PuRzl7OeG3zy0wAo6L60WjJdqmY5ap3bOYPF8t3MEYR_XOFt3nNWWomL7n3twElY8o88LB9SNHWxUYLEAAUDtut-sKc39dwZu0rHrYfbkrDgjBQ/s2048/GAC3TJTXEAAjIST.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1945" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I-xO0O6pbD-HLKC3L35vYLTSfgBJi7c-dD3EAuDQwLWN8ZTlflMFhfLErtlXs3w-R2_ty7a0aNU_PuRzl7OeG3zy0wAo6L60WjJdqmY5ap3bOYPF8t3MEYR_XOFt3nNWWomL7n3twElY8o88LB9SNHWxUYLEAAUDtut-sKc39dwZu0rHrYfbkrDgjBQ/w380-h400/GAC3TJTXEAAjIST.jpg" width="380" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Along the way to recuperation, do you know what would really get Richard’s spirits up? I think you know the answer. Last June, in the same post that he announced his health problems, he provided an update on Tammy’s murder investigation: “<span class="s1" style="color: #040404;">Recently, I talked to the D.A., and they have informed me that there is nothing that can be done unless someone breaks down and talks about what did happen.”</span></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Unfortunately, the case has had the same </span><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: arial;">“</span><span style="font-family: arial;">prognosis</span><span style="font-family: arial;">”</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>for nearly three decades.</span></span></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-30098650941357395442023-11-26T16:47:00.014-05:002023-12-01T15:28:56.321-05:00An Indian Orchard Cold Case, Part 2: A Person of Interest?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3O7IDc-nZ0q8aHb1eAvPjfYdj2EJI7YZIBLDP04Fyj8p22E2E_Qv9t3Tm6C114QGXWofW8kyu90tqrJXqLtDi674UqjzU5-swak02sxO8QVtUC5zTPXlv1Vd7Ois3wLR2sAr_I46kzF9faCj9vYrwEwiJ1F4O8o1JnqwUMGjdOqcgV0S3cwsUAxXiAE/s2048/10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1930" data-original-width="2048" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3O7IDc-nZ0q8aHb1eAvPjfYdj2EJI7YZIBLDP04Fyj8p22E2E_Qv9t3Tm6C114QGXWofW8kyu90tqrJXqLtDi674UqjzU5-swak02sxO8QVtUC5zTPXlv1Vd7Ois3wLR2sAr_I46kzF9faCj9vYrwEwiJ1F4O8o1JnqwUMGjdOqcgV0S3cwsUAxXiAE/w400-h378/10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial;"></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262d35;"><i><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Above: Karen and her daughter, Jenna</span></b></i></span></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After the murder of Karen Soucie, the case got cold quickly—pretty much immediately—because the cause of her death was unknown at first. Found in a full bathtub on November 3, 2000, it would be five months before the medical examiner told police that there was evidence of blunt trauma to the neck and chest, according to the autopsy, so then it was listed as a homicide</span><span style="font-family: arial;">.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And that, as far as we can tell, was just about the only evidence in the case for nearly two dozen years, other than the fact that there was no signs of forced entry into her Indian Orchard apartment, so the assailant was possibly someone she knew. It is unknown if DNA other than Karen’s was found at the apartment and preserved—but this is probably unlikely, since it wasn’t really a crime scene at first, with no signs that she had been slain.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Friends, family members, and Karen’s co-workers at Milton Bradley were unable to give police enough information to go on for anything substantial enough for a break in the case. If it were an instance of relationship violence, what clouds the picture is that she never brought home anyone she was dating who was important enough to introduce him—or even mention him</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">—</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">to her family.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But now, thanks to the advocacy of Karen’s daughter, Jenna Soucie-Moore, it has recently come to light that Karen might have been the girlfriend of a man in his mid-twenties named James in 2000. “Just following the bread crumbs,” said Jenna. This particular bread crumb trail has indeed proven productive: in the past, Jenna had the name of at least one other paramour of her mother’s, but not her boyfriend at the time of her death.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I’m going to refrain from mentioning James’s last name here because, well, I don’t want to be sued! Besides, you can find his name on social media anyway if you search for this cold case. And I have to respect the fact that even though he was possibly dating her, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Karen could have met up with a different guy that night—a stranger, a friend, a past flame—who knows? Or maybe a dirtbag followed her home and pushed her into her apartment after she unlocked her door, and James knows absolutely nothing about it.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Still, Jenna would like to contact James to glean any information he might have—especially who Karen might have socialized with during that time period, and possibly her whereabouts the night she was killed. For the moment, she’ll take any info she can get about James—including photos—and how to find him.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtzg9L2Z5Vd1rQiJZR1W98o-zwAZ9h-gXY0obYWoedYfL1E1bahtlVu6M0FFgUGQXOwGdemUdvL6y1dHqbbQnzk23ok7OkVc6B8NKvxUsLW9WuZIjvjYLqyAV-f8vwG-ccsvTpGwVeCiPOT8jbavAb3D9xe2q_CIrTSKMH5ZQaldl18LgBHzNhmlAF7c/s960/11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="960" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtzg9L2Z5Vd1rQiJZR1W98o-zwAZ9h-gXY0obYWoedYfL1E1bahtlVu6M0FFgUGQXOwGdemUdvL6y1dHqbbQnzk23ok7OkVc6B8NKvxUsLW9WuZIjvjYLqyAV-f8vwG-ccsvTpGwVeCiPOT8jbavAb3D9xe2q_CIrTSKMH5ZQaldl18LgBHzNhmlAF7c/w400-h389/11.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">James lived on Holly Street in Indian Orchard, which intersects Berkshire Street (where Karen lived) possibly in the mid- to late-1990s until 2001-02. He might have black hair and blue eyes, and frequented Indian Orchard bars like Potbelly’s (153 Main Street) and Christy’s (278 Main Street), as did Karen, where she liked to play darts and shoot pool. He was 23-26 years old, which would make him 46-49 now. Karen was more than a bit older than him, but Jenna said she sometimes went out with younger guys.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Indeed, what Jenna did learn over the years is that Karen, after she was divorced from Jenna’s father, was a social butterfly who liked to party, and was possibly killed on Halloween, when there is an uptick in bar nightlife. If she did go out that night, maybe somebody saw something, and Jenna will be happy with even the smallest details, because they might lead to bigger ones.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna has come up with this lead because of dogged determination—and the help of a small group she calls “Karen’s Warriors.” They feed her tips. They comment on and share her social media posts. “Karen’s Warriors are real,” said Jenna, proudly. I, Hell’s Acres, would like to think of myself as an honorary member of Karen’s Warriors, but I came into this late in the game, when Jenna already began turning up the volume. However, she has assured me that it’s never too late join—in fact, she insists that me coming on board when the cold case is heating up may help produce tangible results because I have a following despite the fact that I write the blog anonymously.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I also consider Jenna a friend—a truly nice person who suffers from c-PTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) because of childhood abuse (mental and emotional), and at 12 years old being crushed by the trauma of her mother’s murder. She simply did not deserve the hand she has been dealt with. But rather than becoming resigned to being a victim, she became a fighter. And she wasn’t born with that fighting spirit. She learned it from her mother.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As a child, Jenna was beaten down with intolerable abuse by one of her stepmothers she lived with. She was isolated for months on end and sometimes starved. In what can be accurately described as a bleak, Cinderella-like existence, she was forced to do never-ending household chores. “And if I fucked up, I knew what was coming,” she said. What was coming was a beating. However, as the abuse progressed, and got worse, not only did the Springfield Public School System start to figure it out, but so did her mother.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">She and her brother lived with her father and her stepmother in Springfield, and one time she was allowed a weekend sleepover at Karen’s apartment.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yAqPpVS-29rpGcW5qGq0-vNY_w1ggbP6ZF99xqiQ9mU7xz_TmOK93jRUDyRt3ilrTy8ermi1Zq-KEPHn5Ds-Ne4Zd9z7FlRt_9hWpw5CKydf9624GeLsEQMMAtT98cvJdBasd0vV2maMb4jJ3nJt7JDpXeuE6k7snl9XfkLigwsL77fQWiPtYb3XNm4/s960/20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="698" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yAqPpVS-29rpGcW5qGq0-vNY_w1ggbP6ZF99xqiQ9mU7xz_TmOK93jRUDyRt3ilrTy8ermi1Zq-KEPHn5Ds-Ne4Zd9z7FlRt_9hWpw5CKydf9624GeLsEQMMAtT98cvJdBasd0vV2maMb4jJ3nJt7JDpXeuE6k7snl9XfkLigwsL77fQWiPtYb3XNm4/w291-h400/20.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Mom saw right through my lies—my cover story, my protective behavior for my abuser,” she said. “Mom, a child of abuse, was quick to pick up the signs. She saw how skinny, bruised, and broken I was.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">At the end of the weekend, Karen drove her daughter home, knowing that Jenna had plans to go to a friend’s house that day. Karen staked out her daughter’s house, waited for Jenna and Jenna’s father to leave, and then stormed through the door, waved a knife at the stepmother, and said, “If you lay your hands on my kid again, I will kill you myself!”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Although this story is one of a mother’s love, Karen did something else for her daughter that day. It’s best to let Jenna tell the rest, because she is a skilled writer, especially when it comes to telling people about her crusade for justice:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><blockquote><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“When I walked into that door, with cops everywhere, and the chaos, amongst it all, I couldn’t help but notice the fear in my stepmother’s face. She was terrified my mom was literally going to kill her. She was crying to cops, I mean the fear in her, that weakness—I had never seen that side of her before.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“My mom knew that her words were not powerful enough to break the abuse control this stepmother had over my psyche. So, she showed me that even the biggest monsters in life have weakness, and it’s okay to stand up to her. I mean, I was watching her sob to the cops. She was pitiful. Not long after this, I stood up against my abuser. I fought back, because I remembered her weakness was in there. I had seen it for myself. I finally told the truth, I stopped protecting my abuser. I was removed and placed into foster care.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“My mom literally saved my life that day. She showed me no matter what, don’t forget that fighter in you, even when you’re scared. She taught me even the biggest monsters have weaknesses. It’s a lesson I never forgot. It’s a lesson I integrated into my life after I was saved from my situation. I suppose that today I use that same lesson my mom instilled in me: to fight the fight against those that took her life. To say even in the darkest hours—girl, we get up, every day, and we fight back.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial;">“</span><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial;">I never got to thank my mom for saving my life the way she did—for turning me into a survivor and not just becoming another victim of child abuse. So mom, thank you, as I intend to use that same survivor/ fighting spirit energy into your case—to be your voice.”</span></span></blockquote><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>*</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">While writing about her mother’s warrior spirit may be somewhat therapeutic for Jenna, make no mistake, having her life on display is difficult for her. “Being someone who’s always been so private about my hardships, this one definitely hits at the top of the list,” she said “My family and I have been fighting for 20 years, behind a curtain for so long—and now it’s out there. Constantly posting something that literally talks about how my mom was murdered kills me. I wish it was so different. I am on a rollercoaster of emotions.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna has suffered from nightmares, lack of sleep, and anxiety while fighting this fight. At one point, she deactivated her Facebook page—her main vehicle to spread the word—because of blowback over her efforts. It wasn’t long—a few days—before she felt her mother picking her back up, and she resumed.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzwr7oeWSwTBZeAQlBF8XFF1jbR39dgB0EGqoaXzSnp0dobr2asXgQHKXIGPSnHDZJTKzDhwwkL6VpOlYXby2BDJkPSKULkkpUNpAKHdL6nk8bYGGEpwdd2vto0ei-L0wQ1IOdeWUkKaLhTwzOz9LrgblItW8-KSgiK1iz04SE8pM5STzBsx1FRN6AYg/s2048/12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1386" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzwr7oeWSwTBZeAQlBF8XFF1jbR39dgB0EGqoaXzSnp0dobr2asXgQHKXIGPSnHDZJTKzDhwwkL6VpOlYXby2BDJkPSKULkkpUNpAKHdL6nk8bYGGEpwdd2vto0ei-L0wQ1IOdeWUkKaLhTwzOz9LrgblItW8-KSgiK1iz04SE8pM5STzBsx1FRN6AYg/w271-h400/12.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Also making it difficult, she pointed out, is that the “defund the police” movement after the George Floyd murder had a negative effect on cold case investigations. It’s not as if the Springfield Police Department budget was slashed or anything, but Police Superintendent Cheryl Clapprood did say earlier this year that her force is in a “fragile” state because it is short-handed. After the racial justice protests, law enforcement recruitment and retention is a problem nationwide, and the Springfield department at the time of the interview was short more than two dozen people.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Not helping things recently is the fact that Springfield has a record-breaking 29 homicides this year, straining their investigative manpower.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“They have no resources,” said Jenna. “My mom’s case has ME—to send them strong enough leads, and they look into them.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Yet she is heartened by the grassroots support she has been getting—especially lately. When she has her doubts, Jenna’s Warriors keep her humble and at the same time make her more resolute. On social media, she said, “every share counts” and “helps ignite the fire that is in me. I promise, until the day I die, to fight for her justice. I will never give up till her murderer is off the streets.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/03/an-indian-orchard-cold-case-who.html" target="_blank">Read Part 1</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-2956550668563432272023-11-19T16:00:00.020-05:002023-12-21T14:04:49.243-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 17: An Unlikely Tie to the Molly Bish Case?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMK-75ppgcWm-4YbZvx_eZF5QtNGGTkekNsEu_QXFgUbR8IfHTn_vc8uy47gKM0bYjPbY7RRLAcHqC7izdee283M0l_gJ6Ynsi5Nl812X5PzVOHjc0LtMOReW9Xeq1rY9JC6yyNqtcJapa6yVAtUD-rspNt-WQ4dBQf0uz3aT0YNdSFpZoScikx-c_I6E/s658/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%2011.44.25%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="658" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMK-75ppgcWm-4YbZvx_eZF5QtNGGTkekNsEu_QXFgUbR8IfHTn_vc8uy47gKM0bYjPbY7RRLAcHqC7izdee283M0l_gJ6Ynsi5Nl812X5PzVOHjc0LtMOReW9Xeq1rY9JC6yyNqtcJapa6yVAtUD-rspNt-WQ4dBQf0uz3aT0YNdSFpZoScikx-c_I6E/w400-h271/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%2011.44.25%20AM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> <br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One person who keeps being brought up in Tammy Lynds cold case, let’s call him “Evan,” had been charged with raping two girls in Springfield at one point. The older girl was a close friend of Tammy’s, as was the girl’s brother, so Tammy spent a lot of time over their house. So did the Evan, who was married to the younger girl's mother.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The charges were eventually dismissed, but a man who knows the Lynds family—and also knows the older girl who Evan allegedly raped— thinks that Evan might be tied to another crime: the unsolved murder in 2000 of 16-year-old Molly Bish, whose remains were found in woods in the town of Palmer. He has his suspicions about the guy partly because his car was eerily similar to the one authorities were looking for. Evan had a white car “that suddenly caught fire for no reason and was towed away and hauled off to the junkyard,” he said. Molly’s mother Magi Bish, who dropped her daughter off to her lifeguard job at Comins Pond in Warren the day she disappeared, happened to notice the day before a man smoking a cigarette in a white car. The same car was also allegedly seen in the area the day of Bish’s disappearance. Police created a sketch of him based on Magi’s description, and he does look a bit like Evan—especially with his mustache (above and below):</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8OxlSD3k3iz4t96KtwTxaPaVdZ04sIOKXM9qrN24Vl-uNXFxnWvQrBHR9EpHXf3ALVqm-rjtppwHJPe156zu3kgas_GhOduHg6G9IwG1Cj4MV0-9ZLI2Dpj1envqqO_cax7gNSrS0SCgHvhBO6LyNbfqrONMEl3mG1JJgXv8j8BMMW9LXO_eFaLOSI0/s923/632ZTG2H6REGJFJQKKYKVHYYZY.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8OxlSD3k3iz4t96KtwTxaPaVdZ04sIOKXM9qrN24Vl-uNXFxnWvQrBHR9EpHXf3ALVqm-rjtppwHJPe156zu3kgas_GhOduHg6G9IwG1Cj4MV0-9ZLI2Dpj1envqqO_cax7gNSrS0SCgHvhBO6LyNbfqrONMEl3mG1JJgXv8j8BMMW9LXO_eFaLOSI0/w346-h400/632ZTG2H6REGJFJQKKYKVHYYZY.jpg" width="346" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The car, according to Magi, was an older sedan, and looked like this, only there was rust on the side:</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK7dCzNl0Jnwr4lpv1fAJm_DWpRloUMQsyEL-v4_-nHMzeRaQyfb0RXCyVkCf7l3gQ1_OB2U5L6arFuLFI7b3tC3oOeEX9MII4_PuQATrfZneG7rW6Jh5m_Z1srAD7MZFqyx_i9qvsVEOPgq8Z14U8pc_kEHBRaBJUxxO0qxEeRHnsoDY-gtK6rXvQM0/s304/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%203.48.58%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="304" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK7dCzNl0Jnwr4lpv1fAJm_DWpRloUMQsyEL-v4_-nHMzeRaQyfb0RXCyVkCf7l3gQ1_OB2U5L6arFuLFI7b3tC3oOeEX9MII4_PuQATrfZneG7rW6Jh5m_Z1srAD7MZFqyx_i9qvsVEOPgq8Z14U8pc_kEHBRaBJUxxO0qxEeRHnsoDY-gtK6rXvQM0/w400-h397/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%203.48.58%20PM.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsrT-76dyRYo-FHh5P4DKsqcFX1rqpKeuROH-PKzXbXmTRXMvYQwAzMnz_eOvsM-C9cl8rXn_ClHEcEhII77O8Uvd4P4tgPnNvVCoTxpyikmtV_IsPM0nCcsIp4Gw5iZNWWWnQynfW660PhAgh3HDBsCkhYHDhyphenhyphenPlKkh7zi_q2YeLkclP1Gf93z9jynE/s660/car-1624571703.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="660" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsrT-76dyRYo-FHh5P4DKsqcFX1rqpKeuROH-PKzXbXmTRXMvYQwAzMnz_eOvsM-C9cl8rXn_ClHEcEhII77O8Uvd4P4tgPnNvVCoTxpyikmtV_IsPM0nCcsIp4Gw5iZNWWWnQynfW660PhAgh3HDBsCkhYHDhyphenhyphenPlKkh7zi_q2YeLkclP1Gf93z9jynE/w400-h214/car-1624571703.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“The girls told me how [Evan] used to pick up young girls in that white car,” said the friend of the Lynds family.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A dump truck driver taking sand to the Comins Pond beach also recalled seeing a white sedan moments before Molly and her mother arrived. A worker in St. Paul’s cemetery remembered a white sedan parked in the cemetery later that morning, and a path happens to lead from the pond to the cemetery.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And get this—Tammy had met Molly Bish a few times because the younger girl was good friends with Molly when she got older. “Tammy met Molly through the younger girl,” he said. “The girl is the one who actually told me about her suspicions that [Evan] might have killed Molly—how he was in that area that day.” And when the sketch of the suspect was publicized, “His own kids asked why Daddy’s picture was in the paper,” he said.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The man who points out these weird coincidences—and they are eerie, with Evan being tied to the two teenage girl murder victims—said he did report all this “to the proper authorities.” To him, the timing of the burning of his white car, along with Evan’s resemblance to the sketch, means that Evan should certainly be looked into, even though his rape charges “went away.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In recent years, there was a focus on another white car. In 2017, a tipster alerted investigators that a white car possibly linked to the case, a 1986 Buick LeSabre, was buried in the now-defunct campground in West Brookfield where a person-of-interest had been staying. A criminologist from the University of New Haven brought ground-penetrating radar to the site and found an underground “anomaly,” but the search yielded nothing.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The owner of the car that they were looking for was reportedly not at the campground on the day of Bish’s disappearance, but showed up the next morning, appearing drunk. A witness said that the unidentified man had told him that "something bad happened" and that he was “in the woods all night.” He also allegedly had bloody scratch marks on his face, and that he resembled the composite sketch of the suspect. The man denied any involvement in the murder.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Some people I knew were familiar with Evan because he grew up in Sixteen Acres, and they always found him strange. As a junior in high school, he was overly friendly on the bus to freshmen—at a time when no upperclassman would talk to a ninth-grader on the bus. The following year, when they were at our neighborhood hangout called The Gully on Fairlawn Street, a couple of times he volunteered to take them down to Enfield to buy beer when the drinking age was only 18 in Connecticut. They thought it was a better idea for him to go to the package store alone with their money and bring the beer back to The Gully, since the police might nab him for procuring alcohol for minors if they pulled him over with 16-year-olds in the car. But he insisted both times that they come with him.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A few years prior, some of the older kids who hung out at The Gully before we did lured an openly gay teen into The Gully woods and beat him up. Then they let it be known that Evan was next because he was close to the kid, and he was a bit too chummy with younger guys in the neighborhood, but they never carried through with the threat.</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">My friends also thought Evan was gay, but if he was willing to go on beer runs, they reasoned, who cares?</span></p><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p4" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In 2018, a Hell’s Acres reader posted a link to my first post on the Tammy Lynds murder (below), and a person responded to the post: Melissa Antoinette Garza, who claimed Tammy had been to her house when she was younger, and she had her suspicions about her father, the late Eugene McGahee, “who may have been involved.” She wrote that her father was a “sociopathic child molester who raped 70-plus kids,” and that “some of my family (myself included) always thought my father killed Molly Bish. There's a lot of parallels and coincidences between the Bish case and my dad's whereabouts.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">”</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span class="s1" style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WCyzvozSuGEEcDxOEGAPFLpHkeqkBhcSxCbDOHJzCLflQjWKX7JNmMCI7yzVF7WxSeqno5PvCYULy76NH0aQi1kyKB9BfvANwIwxLj1N4liH0K7DnhlncvQAnx2W7F2AWUlMQMatDJYN4j2FereFs-1173wDtFihfRu8FSHeSLxBWYU9ZBuE5aARUz4/s566/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%2012.02.42%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="553" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WCyzvozSuGEEcDxOEGAPFLpHkeqkBhcSxCbDOHJzCLflQjWKX7JNmMCI7yzVF7WxSeqno5PvCYULy76NH0aQi1kyKB9BfvANwIwxLj1N4liH0K7DnhlncvQAnx2W7F2AWUlMQMatDJYN4j2FereFs-1173wDtFihfRu8FSHeSLxBWYU9ZBuE5aARUz4/w391-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%2012.02.42%20PM.png" width="391" /></span></a></div><p class="p3" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Garza, after talking it over with her husband and brother, texted police at 274637 with the information. “When I spoke with my brother, he was like, 'You're not being crazy. It's very possible.' I thought I had to reach out,” she wrote. “I hope one way or another the police do find who is responsible for Tammy's death so that her family can have some peace. If it does happen to be my father, I will reach out personally to Tammy's family and see if there's anything they need me to do.”</span></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">McGahee, a former Milton Bradley employee, died in 2014. “It just sucks that he died before going to prison,” wrote Garza. “In the last five years before he died, it seemed like there was going to be some crackdown, because he escaped to Florida and both the police and private investigators started contacting me and Geno (my brother) for info but we didn't have much because we wrote him off. I had little to do with him after 1997. I know he burned down a woman's house that wouldn't leave it to him, and he burned down my mom's first house and the family suspected him in killing one foster kid who ran away (Maggie) and ended up dead that night, and we have our suspicions about Molly Bish. If there's any DNA that they want to test, I'll be happy to offer mine because Gene was my bio father and if he did do it and left DNA, maybe they can tell by my DNA.”</span></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Garza’s mother, Wanda, started taking in foster children in 1987 and sometimes had as many as 10 foster kids in her home at 9 Letendre Avenue in Ludlow—only a three minute drive from Tammy Lynds’ grandparents’ house. A newspaper archive search didn’t reveal an unsolved murder or a suspicious death of anyone named “Maggie” or Margaret, but in February of 1977 there was a fire in a cottage owned by Eugene McGahee in the Pine Point neighborhood, and it was determined to be arson, but there was nothing in the newspaper that determined who set the blaze.</span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh994oAWUudrOadHPpujdjc2O5to18MNkgxzK2rEBv1sgFZU9q6UJbUz2e8UW9lvgp9IDGpKiZyTCVxPtEb0vRnG2HqP8Mc9bmLo0VlHuQFvJ3fS4xYsFtfEykqtDs4WUeI42yF4wzi1gRB4Vfkd3pCYw-FNZXqOAPKqPCvyKIfS3U4u-JHtdIEaeoYdvw/s212/mcgahee%20feb%203%201977.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="212" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh994oAWUudrOadHPpujdjc2O5to18MNkgxzK2rEBv1sgFZU9q6UJbUz2e8UW9lvgp9IDGpKiZyTCVxPtEb0vRnG2HqP8Mc9bmLo0VlHuQFvJ3fS4xYsFtfEykqtDs4WUeI42yF4wzi1gRB4Vfkd3pCYw-FNZXqOAPKqPCvyKIfS3U4u-JHtdIEaeoYdvw/w400-h357/mcgahee%20feb%203%201977.png" width="400" /></span></a></div><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Some readers may think I’m jumping the shark on the Tammy Lynds case in considering long shots like serial killer Alfred Gaynor in my last post, or her tenuous connection to the Molly Bish murder. In response, I’d say that in cases like Tammy’s, sometimes you have to think outside the box without diving too deep into rabbit holes. I didn’t bring up these “way out there” possibilities—others did, so they’re worth at least a mention, especially because Tammy is a common thread in two Molly Bish scenarios.</span></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Also, in the Tammy Lynds investigation, facts have been coming my way haphazardly, unlike the Danny Croteau case, where there was an established timeline and extensive case files and witness statements to comb through. In Tammy’s case, the files have been lost, only several of Tammy’s friends have come forward, and I’m getting information out of only one cooperating Lynds family member out of four.</span></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nonetheless, you undoubtedly feel that by this point the suspect list should be shortening, not widening, but here we are. Your reasoning is similar to what Lieutenant Joe Kenda, from the show American Detective says: “Don’t tell me what you think. Don’t tell me what you believe. Just tell me what you can prove. If you can’t prove it, I don’t care what you think or what you believe.”</span></p><p class="p5" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I still THINK Tammy Lynds was killed by a friend or friends, but I’m not ruling out ANYTHING.</span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-91782195571049608642023-11-16T11:39:00.016-05:002023-12-21T14:05:10.097-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 16: Missing Jewelry (?) and Suspicious Characters<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bjTDjioFHf-66PrEKvshqweX6ry06pEqKABX-lCnYsQwf4NnbNf468PAElFRlkL1PNUljVFedsFg_R8lgoDe6hYB90nwh9c5YN0RrwNFEimVK3qUIMY9Bb5VDS6RN9UQtEDfGlXNgEzcKAgK4UXF98JH-afUKakAOL0ZAT3gDmN9_odskjN7O3Uf254/s365/tammy%2016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="365" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bjTDjioFHf-66PrEKvshqweX6ry06pEqKABX-lCnYsQwf4NnbNf468PAElFRlkL1PNUljVFedsFg_R8lgoDe6hYB90nwh9c5YN0RrwNFEimVK3qUIMY9Bb5VDS6RN9UQtEDfGlXNgEzcKAgK4UXF98JH-afUKakAOL0ZAT3gDmN9_odskjN7O3Uf254/w400-h271/tammy%2016.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">A
commenter suggested after my last post that the smart phone belonging to Tammy’s
“friend,” Jason “Lumpy” Francis, should be checked by police. Does it
still exist? He overdosed two years ago, so it could still be laying around,
and he might have been sending and receiving messages and calls right to the
very end.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">He’s
got a point: it’s obvious Francis was hiding something—possibly his or a
friend’s involvement in the murder of Tammy Lynds in 1994. After Francis died,
someone asked Lumpy’s friend if he thought he killed Tammy. With a wide smirk,
he answered, “Yeah, he could have.” However, when another person confronted him
soon afterward, saying “I think you killed that girl—you and your friends,”
this time he was singing a different tune. His response: “Nobody was there!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">That
same smirker also approached a good friend of Tammy’s back in 1994, a month
after Tammy was found. “He told me he knew who killed Tammy and would never
tell anyone who it was,” he said. “It ended up being a violent night.” Indeed,
they got into a vicious fistfight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;">An
anonymous commenter in the last post asked, “</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background: white; font-size: 14pt;">When you talk about these
guys destroying the evidence, are you talking about Tammy’s earrings?” I had
heard a rumor that jewelry was taken from Tammy, but never heard anything
specific. The commenter would not elaborate. So I asked the person who got in the fight with the smirker, and he said that the guy had
also “mentioned Tammy’s missing jewelry to me, but would not tell what type of
jewelry.” He said he told the police multiple times about his suspicions about
the smirker. When asked if he had heard from anyone else about the jewelry, he
said, “There were numerous people that talked about it.” What does he think of
this dude’s potential involvement in Tammy’s murder?</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;">“To this day, I think
he knows who did it or had something to do with it,” he said.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">In the autopsy report, jewelry
was mentioned among the items found on Tammy, including two necklaces (below).
Ricky, her friend, had told Hell’s Acres that when questioned by police, they
showed him Tammy’s rings when they questioned him, but Richard, her father,
doesn’t recall being shown rings by the police. The “identification” below
includes a dental match and “jewelry, personal effects ID by family father,”
but Richard has said he didn’t pay that much attention to Tammy’s jewelry, so
his identification was largely made by recognizing Tammy’s purple and white sneakers.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VYt9IvPcXeYy8LsTSfHjm0_wr5Q3_C3IZ3TC0_o95Q0Hb-T_wB3Wg9odG4gLczuSFp3u3vB0_ZFUqfdGc3CqROy1-Yb9FY5VLOQH3OomW_yP2jXk6lvxVGi1J5u1NebDddbhRiy7_-EPZ4G0454rQqhgPqBOi-coSar862up7wzgqLY72E2re1zDMTo/s1244/Autopsy%20Report0002.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="1244" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VYt9IvPcXeYy8LsTSfHjm0_wr5Q3_C3IZ3TC0_o95Q0Hb-T_wB3Wg9odG4gLczuSFp3u3vB0_ZFUqfdGc3CqROy1-Yb9FY5VLOQH3OomW_yP2jXk6lvxVGi1J5u1NebDddbhRiy7_-EPZ4G0454rQqhgPqBOi-coSar862up7wzgqLY72E2re1zDMTo/w400-h180/Autopsy%20Report0002.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The
idea of missing earrings, if accurate, is puzzling. That’s what is so
frustrating about a hit-and-run anonymous post without any explanation. Is it
legit? Did someone, like her sister, see her with earrings that night, but they
weren’t found with her body? Here’s a possibility (or a wild guess): was she
found with only one earring, and the other wasn’t recovered at the scene, so
the attacker potentially took it as a gruesome souvenir?</span><br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Here’s
something from the paranormal department: a former boyfriend of Tammy’s (and
rumored to be her boyfriend when she went missing), had his home’s front door
camera capture on video something curious in his living room when he opened his
door: a figure that looks alarmingly like the Grim Reaper on the couch next to
his wife!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEYSGmgfNET7Ln5VM2r05vmhBDJpA0OFifvi1Xo8I-BEf6ttnGsamIxTzP-x1i9x9UGnSY81k0rM-zdI2zImp3zBPF8Z0jBUfkiW04Dd0E7KtHOXcSH_XRbNikJlfhGAvzRLu_2ht2Kp_Vu-xafKGJWUO5MymWItAWoHIvlTCUViHabh7o75Z8H2lxXg/s596/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.00.30%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="596" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEYSGmgfNET7Ln5VM2r05vmhBDJpA0OFifvi1Xo8I-BEf6ttnGsamIxTzP-x1i9x9UGnSY81k0rM-zdI2zImp3zBPF8Z0jBUfkiW04Dd0E7KtHOXcSH_XRbNikJlfhGAvzRLu_2ht2Kp_Vu-xafKGJWUO5MymWItAWoHIvlTCUViHabh7o75Z8H2lxXg/w400-h266/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.00.30%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAieJ5np3DvZoowUcPgZ5P0GwHJwZJm8PdoCZLgazphdudaqmMFfFVmGOOKb-iqdK1qRyoo14-9MwgpjWAE9-b4fg0vFzzvdYsd393jIlcXyJIDB486vbTKIu_Gci3jdredsz_9lQo7-rhtaJucayWBKNnxj6PcF4IK_DpUEzRlEte4u10-hUwUYXNS5E/s874/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.04.59%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="874" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAieJ5np3DvZoowUcPgZ5P0GwHJwZJm8PdoCZLgazphdudaqmMFfFVmGOOKb-iqdK1qRyoo14-9MwgpjWAE9-b4fg0vFzzvdYsd393jIlcXyJIDB486vbTKIu_Gci3jdredsz_9lQo7-rhtaJucayWBKNnxj6PcF4IK_DpUEzRlEte4u10-hUwUYXNS5E/w400-h221/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.04.59%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR6_r8i3M6shWk7p50kBsmaEBLMlMfBaQ7zViT2atGgWmm9ruFJwKEqnm0VWVovO27D79BkFLDsanUF-g2l05H02aX30-3ZD96EFfqH6xGY9DS6A1-QoveBbqn2btQS87gxn9vU8ac8PZ3hV55jS8SEjyM7Llcedm5p9hKaroQWnLkou6x825P2xgnNk/s870/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%2012.53.03%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="870" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR6_r8i3M6shWk7p50kBsmaEBLMlMfBaQ7zViT2atGgWmm9ruFJwKEqnm0VWVovO27D79BkFLDsanUF-g2l05H02aX30-3ZD96EFfqH6xGY9DS6A1-QoveBbqn2btQS87gxn9vU8ac8PZ3hV55jS8SEjyM7Llcedm5p9hKaroQWnLkou6x825P2xgnNk/w400-h223/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%2012.53.03%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">How
weird is it that a skeletal figure in a robe appears in the house of an old lover a girl
who was found as a skeleton? (Or is it just a bunched up blanket?)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Here
is the reaper in question accentuated when converted to grayscale:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31pJiYxcNdpSxtumvOwRB1zTyKI0xI3ml1W_HvbkAqLuNXFlmyDamamtoOXRWE2haMIKNJtFJXj1Tx5kDPpc1tPrwANnIskeTDpqNS2dWFqXGzaI6OgVCjFSbdrOenuYYE7OuPuZLZTqtl7N9oTNIwoJSBKiuQsk0z5Xso0Bpiy_SwRDCGoZcnHaJX6s/s871/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%2012.59.08%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="871" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg31pJiYxcNdpSxtumvOwRB1zTyKI0xI3ml1W_HvbkAqLuNXFlmyDamamtoOXRWE2haMIKNJtFJXj1Tx5kDPpc1tPrwANnIskeTDpqNS2dWFqXGzaI6OgVCjFSbdrOenuYYE7OuPuZLZTqtl7N9oTNIwoJSBKiuQsk0z5Xso0Bpiy_SwRDCGoZcnHaJX6s/w400-h220/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%2012.59.08%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">His
wife never saw robed skeleton with her naked eye, although she sensed it: she
felt cold and pain on the side of her body close to where the bony figure sat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And
how freaked out was the guy over this footage? Creeped enough for he and his
family to move because of it.</span><br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;">Speaking
of paranormal, ghost hunter and videographer Lou Rock and Tammy’s sister
Allison </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHoXuQvpFNM&t=302s"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;">visited the house</span></a><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"> on the corner of
Jennings Street and Grayson Drive—a home that has a view down the length of Fox
Road, where Tammy was killed:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPd_vbN3ae_n7iVaXerKWHgBVMJ4eYj4BuZRRCTfzxIs3LpFrPKQYv88Bh4oTs2Bc0uvMo4dpUJzx5MxxD2NDU-6aLprcTV-iiSNY6r9sw8ZRtT3cpYHwE6sSHJ5aRbUWItj7Ys_vgynluAxZ_dfZsp9shn0C69UI57JK2W_sDHGKfFC7eKhivFn-4ZQ/s519/jennings%20view.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="519" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPd_vbN3ae_n7iVaXerKWHgBVMJ4eYj4BuZRRCTfzxIs3LpFrPKQYv88Bh4oTs2Bc0uvMo4dpUJzx5MxxD2NDU-6aLprcTV-iiSNY6r9sw8ZRtT3cpYHwE6sSHJ5aRbUWItj7Ys_vgynluAxZ_dfZsp9shn0C69UI57JK2W_sDHGKfFC7eKhivFn-4ZQ/w400-h310/jennings%20view.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">If
you can picture less tree overgrowth obstructing a second-floor bedroom window,
someone had the ability to see that night (if they had looked) how Tammy ended up
behind a log next to the road if she were dumped from a car:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVNoCcIIixyaGC3e1loZj1TL3hUAeHj7VXggJpKyZMZ5jtexkqBchfOSDBdJluzjfqwNPPuy-IEzFeMe06_br-04o_LWeeEZmvEvtJu8nR9QyASgCrg8B-p8ncq5CnRzRjl6DV_LU0qlk4lYB1PMX9uKE0buH1FXaRh2qUz8FH2fLfqTpJhADfYbnhq0/s738/image.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="738" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVNoCcIIixyaGC3e1loZj1TL3hUAeHj7VXggJpKyZMZ5jtexkqBchfOSDBdJluzjfqwNPPuy-IEzFeMe06_br-04o_LWeeEZmvEvtJu8nR9QyASgCrg8B-p8ncq5CnRzRjl6DV_LU0qlk4lYB1PMX9uKE0buH1FXaRh2qUz8FH2fLfqTpJhADfYbnhq0/w400-h194/image.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Or,
if she were attacked on Fox Road, on a quiet summer evening, sounds of the
struggle would have been audible if there were screams.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Or,
alternatively, the viewer could have seen Tammy walking down the road and then jogged
up to her, because, you see, there was a sex offender living in the house for
decades. When he was 17, he raped a five-year-old boy in the woods across from
the end of Jennings, in the North Branch Tributary Park behind Slater Avenue.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Lou
Rock knew the people who were renovating the house, which prior to the
extensive work on the place, was decrepit, filled with junk, and reeked of
cat urine. Apparently, the guy was a hoarder—there were reportedly several
shacks on the property, built apparently when he ran out of room to store his
possessions. There was also an underground bunker in the backyard that is
reminiscent of the pit across the street from where Tammy was murdered.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;">He
sold the dump for $40,000 in 2020 and now lives with relatives down the street.
“I’m single with no kids, never married, still looking,” he declares on his
Facebook profile. I’m shocked: he’s such a catch. Apparently none of the lovely
Asian “models” that he’s Facebook friends with think he’s marriage material.
He’s trying, though. Here’s one of his posts, under a photo he took through his
windshield of the empty Raymour & Flanagan parking lot on Boston Road at the end of
Arnold Avenue: </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 18.6667px;">“</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">[name redacted] hey baby I’m having a hard time getting you
reaching you if you can put up a site that I can get in to talk to you would be
nice I can’t get you for some reason I don’t know why I’m trying my hardest to
figure this one out.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">On
the subject of creeps, Tammy’s mother Susan, in her notes, had floated the
possibility of Springfield serial killer Alfred Gaynor’s involvement in Tammy’s slaying:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDbXcYW4qAixzDXHPyuRFuJYHB9a3oiblJIno4OHs7drCRmxpX8fKnET4aO0JRBlJaeO7pJUZQCCH6HsVQy78jKc9CwGVwkU7majot3LWh8skQE-TA3OAprP4GrJ2NUalmnfS44z4B1Kr_4CviCO_AptSNPwTlBK1pgqKxNYbpPvKKQW6QQ91SY63Y4g/s1672/gaynor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1672" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDbXcYW4qAixzDXHPyuRFuJYHB9a3oiblJIno4OHs7drCRmxpX8fKnET4aO0JRBlJaeO7pJUZQCCH6HsVQy78jKc9CwGVwkU7majot3LWh8skQE-TA3OAprP4GrJ2NUalmnfS44z4B1Kr_4CviCO_AptSNPwTlBK1pgqKxNYbpPvKKQW6QQ91SY63Y4g/w400-h198/gaynor.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Gaynor,
who killed nine women, took his first victim in April of 1995, nine months
after Tammy went missing. But what if he had gotten started earlier? His
relationship with the women he murdered was always based on mutual cocaine
consumption, but what if he happened upon Tammy walking on Fox Road or
somewhere else that night? He was from nearby Indian Orchard, so he might have
known about the Fox Road shortcut from Pine Point to Sixteen Acres, especially
since one of his victims, Joyce Dickerson-Peay, lived in Colonial
Estates—extremely close to Fox Road. Incidentally, Gaynor lived in the Moxon Street projects, where Pine Pointers occasionally bought weed and other drugs.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqw1T_J3aAukP0BaBW189xGAHTf2-eHac3uzlzlee8CIbJuhl0bVp6A2criLlR4qRNrSyev5abq8wwDADzm2duPmgQa1CSAaB8Na9Xoz8yGPjxRCGK2RSRbynyl_ECk0hA-E_4m9zD-A8Rb3K17B6Ea9lacTNQbDarCtuoRsn-4LEFC1A6dhQTxjUM34/s557/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="551" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqw1T_J3aAukP0BaBW189xGAHTf2-eHac3uzlzlee8CIbJuhl0bVp6A2criLlR4qRNrSyev5abq8wwDADzm2duPmgQa1CSAaB8Na9Xoz8yGPjxRCGK2RSRbynyl_ECk0hA-E_4m9zD-A8Rb3K17B6Ea9lacTNQbDarCtuoRsn-4LEFC1A6dhQTxjUM34/w396-h400/images.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">He
“posed” two of his victims, which some serial killers do: staging the body in
positions for attention and shock value. Gaynor propped Yvette Torres up
against the bathroom door of her apartment, and Dickerson-Peay was found in
some bushes next to an abandoned restaurant on East Columbus Avenue—her left
hand had been positioned on her abdomen, and her arm was propped up on
branches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Tammy,
as far as we know, wasn’t posed—although her feet were touching a log that
served as a guard rail on Fox Road. However, she was found when a boy had
spotted a discarded hubcap in the brush and investigated. Since wheel covers can be expensive, a
Hell’s Acres reader pondered about the possibility that the object was left as
a marker so someone would discover Tammy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">But
here’s the kicker: two of Gaynor’s victims were robbed of jewelry, including
his first victim, Vera Hallums. As for his fourth victim, Robin Atkins, he took
her earrings. They weren’t a trophy, though. He pawned them for $12, which he
promptly spent on crack.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There
was no connection found between Gaynor and several other unsolved homicides of
Springfield women found dead between 1990 and his arrest on April 8, 1998. They
were Shana Price (1990), Lisa DiSilva (1991), Corine Lee (1992), Tammy Lynds
(1994), and Celestina Perez (1995). Two of them were teenagers: Price, 17, and
Lynds, 15. Three of them were found on parkland: Price (Blunt Park), Lynds
(North Branch Park), and Perez (Gurdon Bill Park).<br /></span><br /></span></p>
<p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Regarding
the lost case files and missing evidence in the Tammy Lynds murder
investigation, there are some who simply can’t believe the description in Part
11 of the poor condition of the evidence room in the Pearl Street headquarters
not too long ago, and the haphazard ways of storing evidence when they ran out
of room for it—including evidence kept in holding cells and in a trailer truck
behind the building.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Well,
pictures are worth a million words. Stolen bikes stored in the police garage:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtXDhOqbOaHcgLI7mEJGzEeQ67DC10MfZ4h7yeLmpLl6aP-tbWiRx3sFIGGV9AV_qUArDAxUDIHz9lXvDaZ5k3Kl5tHCPbammvD1bnAi_0qCm_CoX7lqldqX2BNrNQiT15Q8nCg0wdTljmGXVJN0-ZxlpLgV7ViJ3RtpJk01ShpK1tUtlIWaB1u6mUPw/s600/police%20bikes.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="600" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtXDhOqbOaHcgLI7mEJGzEeQ67DC10MfZ4h7yeLmpLl6aP-tbWiRx3sFIGGV9AV_qUArDAxUDIHz9lXvDaZ5k3Kl5tHCPbammvD1bnAi_0qCm_CoX7lqldqX2BNrNQiT15Q8nCg0wdTljmGXVJN0-ZxlpLgV7ViJ3RtpJk01ShpK1tUtlIWaB1u6mUPw/w400-h241/police%20bikes.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Confiscated
computers kept in a holding cell:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs136ov_MwuKjI0_jFu7hyphenhyphenViQIlHTvGjvDYL5KUUPiOa8GmG_1vDLS-qj9G6j9YMlp2PQp8EVQ-OhncEOhRAib6uRGPd8aFxXkXDZ52n1XXhuxvYlzmTNl_lXozZ_2n0f_zk-O2JN7RMKtDTyvLVz7ogO_rlocKms-85DQE9X9T_KCwi4lwI1yVAoOhYY/s482/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-07%20at%2010.53.28%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="482" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs136ov_MwuKjI0_jFu7hyphenhyphenViQIlHTvGjvDYL5KUUPiOa8GmG_1vDLS-qj9G6j9YMlp2PQp8EVQ-OhncEOhRAib6uRGPd8aFxXkXDZ52n1XXhuxvYlzmTNl_lXozZ_2n0f_zk-O2JN7RMKtDTyvLVz7ogO_rlocKms-85DQE9X9T_KCwi4lwI1yVAoOhYY/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-07%20at%2010.53.28%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Words
of warning below on the wall of another holding cell in which evidence was kept. Yes, if you look closely, that says “Beware of possums and rodents.” The “dog ate my homework” trope takes
on a whole new meaning: “the rats ate our evidence.”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4RPtTbLTUqvqpChEjeeErUZeNRdNpCjZ3pGAhIWHMMODr80ulwOa8rPd-21jJZ9GYyiTcl9GqYbZNKE6_w9rXnVunyoxFc44c8LcgsBvjb2XJz03ukd2G9wRUsPGfVIVbE39k7aEVB0pMJcVTHfjdwp2pheSlaAwHJEZ1kCcpLKdrIPoAGmxcRVsqaY/s807/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.24.26%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="807" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4RPtTbLTUqvqpChEjeeErUZeNRdNpCjZ3pGAhIWHMMODr80ulwOa8rPd-21jJZ9GYyiTcl9GqYbZNKE6_w9rXnVunyoxFc44c8LcgsBvjb2XJz03ukd2G9wRUsPGfVIVbE39k7aEVB0pMJcVTHfjdwp2pheSlaAwHJEZ1kCcpLKdrIPoAGmxcRVsqaY/w400-h274/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.24.26%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5KDMqlazjdnpUTW3j5zvGDr_H5WrkpXomz8u20zNFuOY8DLRimS4BEXDSAAcdmOAM8nGtFoMiToPWsZdERCmpHxRmngT1heZaLVFRQ-XLXrFzCjVxzFfWnUdH9q8uWtqdBRCdCsvvndvjtXN9AfESmmPbOlatc2mmnFI5azTqFMonygI8XOOOcTXW6Q/s372/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.29.09%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="372" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5KDMqlazjdnpUTW3j5zvGDr_H5WrkpXomz8u20zNFuOY8DLRimS4BEXDSAAcdmOAM8nGtFoMiToPWsZdERCmpHxRmngT1heZaLVFRQ-XLXrFzCjVxzFfWnUdH9q8uWtqdBRCdCsvvndvjtXN9AfESmmPbOlatc2mmnFI5azTqFMonygI8XOOOcTXW6Q/w400-h373/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-12%20at%201.29.09%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt;">Missing
jewelry. Missing case files. Missing evidence. What is going on here?</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-33253395959761225502023-11-10T16:09:00.021-05:002024-02-14T16:29:32.980-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 15: Just Blame Lumpy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigq-NcxDDsabKMj9g3AFlDtSHOWgytcNx2vAbOyFmY716ULofEp_yrskLTY9wv1C-daS113A6Lw12mzgmHWa4-WWxSG5E7xBB2ZwAw07RuLfVbQq7hddoylD2LAsjijOXCM5YBCbFJ83JBxLTsq5c3cLk83fj9lbXODPwRBw2G6VDMEvKcGED4GA9Yg24/s717/tammy.jpg" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="717" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigq-NcxDDsabKMj9g3AFlDtSHOWgytcNx2vAbOyFmY716ULofEp_yrskLTY9wv1C-daS113A6Lw12mzgmHWa4-WWxSG5E7xBB2ZwAw07RuLfVbQq7hddoylD2LAsjijOXCM5YBCbFJ83JBxLTsq5c3cLk83fj9lbXODPwRBw2G6VDMEvKcGED4GA9Yg24/w400-h311/tammy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The past claims of one of Tammy Lynds’s friends, the late Jason
“Lumpy” Francis, always have to be taken with a billion grains of salt, not
only because his longtime drug abuse might have clouded his memory, but also
because he was certainly a “person of interest” in the early days of her murder
investigation.</span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Shortly before Francis’s overdose death in 2021, an individual
looking into the case had a phone conversation with him—a recorded talk in
which he related a story that in the days after Tammy went missing, his friend invited
Tammy over his house and the guy was “messing around” with her until both saw
her father, Richard, in the window. Then she quickly dressed, made a hasty
exit, and no one saw her between that time and “when the bad thing happened,” said
Francis.<span style="text-transform: uppercase;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Francis saw none of this—the story was related to him by the
mother of Tammy’s sex partner as soon as he showed up at the house after
rolling a joint. Too bad the joint rolling delayed him, or he could have caught
the whole frantic scene! But did it really happen? Richard said it didn't.</span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">According to the phone conversation, at one point Jason was
working at a Dunkin Donuts when a police officer came in, recognized him, and
told him that he had worked on the Tammy Lynds case, and that at first Richard
was the prime suspect, but “they don’t have enough evidence.” Really? A cop who
investigated the murder openly talked to one of Tammy’s friends about who they
suspected? The fact that Richard was initially a suspect was indeed true, but so
many of Lumpy’s statements in the call are beyond bizarre.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Unbelievably, he couldn’t recall the year that Tammy was murdered, or what time of year it was when she went missing, or where she was found. He
asked the caller if her body was discovered “over by the school,” presumably
meaning Mary M. Lynch Elementary School. Of course, he couldn’t remember the
name of the school. Keep in mind that he was a friend of Tammy, and all her
friends at least know these basic facts. The crime is burned into their memory,
but apparently not his. “So she was outside, near the street, like towards the
woods or something?” he asked the caller.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">This is such an obvious deflection that it would be almost laughable
if we weren’t reading about a murder—he is SO INNOCENT that he clearly knows
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the slaying. He has moved on because it has nothing to
do with him IN ANY WAY.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">“What I was told by police was that she was stabbed 27 times with
a Swiss army knife,” he said. “I’ll never forget.” In one fell swoop, he expected the person on the phone to believe that he had NO IDEA that she was found as a
skeleton (a coroner obviously can’t count the number of stab wounds when there
is no flesh on the corpse), and at the same time he declared that a murder
weapon was determined (when actually a cause of death was never found).</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“You remember the officer you talked to?” he was asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“No, I don’t,” he answered, postulating that the cop must be
elderly by now. “Like 65 or 75,” he said. Well, at least his math skills were
sharp as a tack.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEGaukbrcmVwW6Rx8LnmN4DW-LCWz3kQrxR0AvUlVcsR6G2nS9DT1pOtlFVKH_nHb34p7-OdjDnGvuXjS1L3sjXC6vOeCsKM-IntJGIgwftN1Qs49Ubmlr807862Tc2HP5tSbZaKFkubir3WoqJnPGmJZpsyHyvN84ogp1_UpV6fmXfFEhlACt-G26c8/s1440/francis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1424" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEGaukbrcmVwW6Rx8LnmN4DW-LCWz3kQrxR0AvUlVcsR6G2nS9DT1pOtlFVKH_nHb34p7-OdjDnGvuXjS1L3sjXC6vOeCsKM-IntJGIgwftN1Qs49Ubmlr807862Tc2HP5tSbZaKFkubir3WoqJnPGmJZpsyHyvN84ogp1_UpV6fmXfFEhlACt-G26c8/w395-h400/francis.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">He said it was well known among their circle that Richard “did
dirty things” with Tammy, and that’s partly why Francis didn’t want to date
her—because she must have had such emotional baggage from that, she wasn’t
someone “I’d be interested in doing anything with. She’s got too much going
on.” God forbid that Francis would even dream of taking advantage of a
vulnerable teenage girl! He had morals!</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Tammy’s alleged sex partner in the incident Francis described has
come into some suspicion over the years, but Francis pooh-pooed the idea that
he killed her. “I mean, I knew that kid for a long time, and there’s no way on
God’s green earth that he’s capable of anything like that without showing signs
or anything,” he said.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">This fascinating conversation included a brief discussion about
two other shady characters in Tammy’s orbit who died by suicide. One, he explained,
was a heroin user, “and sometimes drug addicts kill themselves.”</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Yes, this sentence had to be the most ironic musing in this whole
dialogue. Words of wisdom, Jason. Words of wisdom. Too bad he didn’t take them
to heart. Did I mention that Lumpy sounded incredibly high throughout the call?</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">“He dated my girlfriend after I dated her,” Francis continued. “We
ended up fighting and he ended up trying to shoot me in the head.” How does one
“try” to shoot someone in the head? Was he saying the gunman missed? Did the
gun jam? Did Jason wrestle the gun out of his hand? He didn’t elaborate on that
one.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">Francis was then asked about another person of interest in the
case, and he described him as his best friend, although he wasn’t clear how
many siblings the guy had and whether or not the dude had a sister—he wasn’t
sure. He was clueless about the kid’s family members—his best friend indeed. At
least he remembered that he lived on Gilbert Avenue.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;">So I guess much of this strangeness and lack of clarity can be
chalked up to Francis’s drug use. A scroll down his Facebook profile reveals
the usual memes of a troubled soul, including these two below, complete with comments
from a guy calling him a low-life for stealing from him for his addiction, etc.</span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9ABuuXpFtSWTcH7xhrX4pcH4iEW6YnNsms7Ecp6fsZNRXJgq4trWcSSMds0VfEnJ4ia0Q3gkrVQci4VMNlsaOq1Fy1tVgj0JKc7cW5wxUU29N43C_DPmuBKpNESUT0RhRt0UButXOKtfTTMlojlLbwgr-B_RsE014-7deyxST6wtNGHDq195IYBdg9w/s1140/broken.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9ABuuXpFtSWTcH7xhrX4pcH4iEW6YnNsms7Ecp6fsZNRXJgq4trWcSSMds0VfEnJ4ia0Q3gkrVQci4VMNlsaOq1Fy1tVgj0JKc7cW5wxUU29N43C_DPmuBKpNESUT0RhRt0UButXOKtfTTMlojlLbwgr-B_RsE014-7deyxST6wtNGHDq195IYBdg9w/w185-h400/broken.jpg" width="185" /></a></div><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6QEH69va_cZAEvs7aajT_N4ECklS9AWi5g1STESS8Opv7fKnav2CmzFZAZzVD1Dt_-6JhiMYOGim9Repv2ZPav6-j9PbCo0tLy29AseLxoRWEfXuQLftwdUGumTqn2SCqXU8YRFTwKoUpKca75h-Tk6QtyWHfebdcLmb4lzOGYeQa3yfmJAUYqWbwNg/s526/addiction.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6QEH69va_cZAEvs7aajT_N4ECklS9AWi5g1STESS8Opv7fKnav2CmzFZAZzVD1Dt_-6JhiMYOGim9Repv2ZPav6-j9PbCo0tLy29AseLxoRWEfXuQLftwdUGumTqn2SCqXU8YRFTwKoUpKca75h-Tk6QtyWHfebdcLmb4lzOGYeQa3yfmJAUYqWbwNg/w400-h400/addiction.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">However, I still can’t get past Francis’s profession of such total
ignorance of the well-known facts about Tammy’s murder. Methinks he doth play
dumb too much. You could see that he was trying distance himself as much as
possible, but I believe it makes him even more suspect—that he either knows much more,
or could have even been at the scene.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I had such high hopes for this recorded conversation. When I heard
a rumor that part of it was Jason’s assertion that he and his friend “were the
last ones to see her the night she went missing,” I thought that it might have
promise in taking us somewhere in the investigation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This past summer, when I went hiking in the Rocky Mountain
National Park, I was in the town of Estes Park and I was driving north in
search of the nearest trail—and there it was! Lumpy Ridge! I took it as a sign
from God—that I would soon hear the recording, and it might lead to some kind
of discovery.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDQb4ufNkuuVeXUm1PxxJf_DDN-RitUVne0cgdjXPQbKLGkggP3ZXaxwSNE0gjhj5SzkMGIhJgv7jIG1RPiN4g-4SqnEgQREd9xwXg2pCqDbwm01k8d8gEX3wTmpsnUcb2YR5SuGaMZ-v2euwJSOCOJoqrFCgXqroHNijHj8F3jPwafDPte3xEcAIfNk/s2305/lumpy%20ridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="2305" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDQb4ufNkuuVeXUm1PxxJf_DDN-RitUVne0cgdjXPQbKLGkggP3ZXaxwSNE0gjhj5SzkMGIhJgv7jIG1RPiN4g-4SqnEgQREd9xwXg2pCqDbwm01k8d8gEX3wTmpsnUcb2YR5SuGaMZ-v2euwJSOCOJoqrFCgXqroHNijHj8F3jPwafDPte3xEcAIfNk/w400-h274/lumpy%20ridge.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPU3PXc6cB_kXr6OkfMPCCvEOB8IURVyE1aNtk_BIj1BTl4uMkvkGPCp24ezGpn5iImJ89fxBga6GXi4asY73NxJBAoiCrtoNGpayiHFo3UzcFzL7nNrLBfttmJO6XyWXUpCrIo4jykxkzBT3nlhXMtxlJ5gPuF9RH1RpMiKP5u2vYmn_vIHArXs-40Q/s1080/lumpy%20trail.jpg" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPU3PXc6cB_kXr6OkfMPCCvEOB8IURVyE1aNtk_BIj1BTl4uMkvkGPCp24ezGpn5iImJ89fxBga6GXi4asY73NxJBAoiCrtoNGpayiHFo3UzcFzL7nNrLBfttmJO6XyWXUpCrIo4jykxkzBT3nlhXMtxlJ5gPuF9RH1RpMiKP5u2vYmn_vIHArXs-40Q/w400-h300/lumpy%20trail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Then, weeks later, I finally got a hold of the audio file, and the
only revelation was that Lumpy was full of shit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Oh well, the investigation moves on, keeping in mind that by
dying, Jason Francis could easily be blamed for the murder by a suspect who is
being given the third-degree by a detective, and then Lumpy has no chance to
defend himself—a guy who died two years ago without even a real obituary to
remember him by. I’m positive that this has been considered more than once by
the perpetrator(s). He probably even has a detailed BS story ready to tell, and who
could disprove it? If an investigator turns up the heat: “I was there, but I didn’t do it! Jason did it before I could stop him. I thought he was just
trying to scare her!” Sadly, Francis is the wild card the real murderer can throw down in this case.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Yep. When the going gets tough, just blame Lumpy. Here's the $64,000 question: is he completely blameless?</span></span></p><p class="yiv7383917827ydp79ca08ecmsonormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-83451051602321181962023-11-06T22:30:00.033-05:002023-12-21T14:06:05.870-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 14: More Bits and Pieces<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV2v7BWDrdZZbIp4N3fgygzqWVzDe3JsbnF7oDPOfGtwaYNj-AHGzW4A-KEynH_D5kTYU_Yak306JXuQtBp-cDoq6-5KaOwvYV_IpyucLrjYECfXs8bt3OtKutwGwy0EFaKNc9pKQIHRgOzf2TWIOIlNFrddMuNwx2JEs11o4RE5heXN7MlN7Wbdjo1I/s400/tammy%20lynds1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV2v7BWDrdZZbIp4N3fgygzqWVzDe3JsbnF7oDPOfGtwaYNj-AHGzW4A-KEynH_D5kTYU_Yak306JXuQtBp-cDoq6-5KaOwvYV_IpyucLrjYECfXs8bt3OtKutwGwy0EFaKNc9pKQIHRgOzf2TWIOIlNFrddMuNwx2JEs11o4RE5heXN7MlN7Wbdjo1I/w400-h300/tammy%20lynds1.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">OK, let’s face it: the question still remains whether or not Tammy Lynds was killed on the night of July 21, 1994—the evening she went missing—or later. One of her friends said she was running away that night. And another, the late Jason "Lumpy" Francis, said she was over a friend’s house around the time of his birthday, which was July 25. He claimed as much in a Facebook message to someone shortly before his fatal overdose in 2021:</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinfdt00Ofi_GOBuinhA6HGbMKZXfnd1SZgMxxvWQL8bbQaOpYGZ1edxr_ofW7Na5JhnI6WSyLhKavtKWMazNvSkmyw66cIbn3kT9KKQtZOD2ObThhSGJdkyOzfGiYeEBjAf5bXu1DSOs_lVF02NMiRNWGCUQYd7rNyrDbUQ_HShodaFbJSCtFJqjXsyU/s1715/Text%20from%20Jay%20Francis%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1715" data-original-width="816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinfdt00Ofi_GOBuinhA6HGbMKZXfnd1SZgMxxvWQL8bbQaOpYGZ1edxr_ofW7Na5JhnI6WSyLhKavtKWMazNvSkmyw66cIbn3kT9KKQtZOD2ObThhSGJdkyOzfGiYeEBjAf5bXu1DSOs_lVF02NMiRNWGCUQYd7rNyrDbUQ_HShodaFbJSCtFJqjXsyU/w190-h400/Text%20from%20Jay%20Francis%2001.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1aTNaK8C7it-oPZx4LoyHhJ2NV1ZAzE6WfyJvy_GThY-XFgccIMz9J9784YUyq55rE4Wbl1CiEMkFbWyAa_HMW85hH6mVGEl_jzDnXXgrwA9r_ebOKqy4LL_9jMPmf4ihMFZKGO7_WZ60RENyHt9etMx1j46SDpWc_ylRyhSj9zwJ9uplCHwZaY2eUbI/s1881/Text%20from%20Jay%20Francis%2002.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1881" data-original-width="878" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1aTNaK8C7it-oPZx4LoyHhJ2NV1ZAzE6WfyJvy_GThY-XFgccIMz9J9784YUyq55rE4Wbl1CiEMkFbWyAa_HMW85hH6mVGEl_jzDnXXgrwA9r_ebOKqy4LL_9jMPmf4ihMFZKGO7_WZ60RENyHt9etMx1j46SDpWc_ylRyhSj9zwJ9uplCHwZaY2eUbI/w186-h400/Text%20from%20Jay%20Francis%2002.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His assertion (not to me, but to someone following the case) that her father Richard saw Tammy having sex through a window (and her fleeing the house through a window) was called preposterous by Richard. He said that he DID go to what he erroneously believed was the house in question on July 23 (but was actually the house next door) and he hollered from the street for Tammy to come out, but a woman came out, told him there was no Tammy there, and said, “Get lost or I’ll call the police.” So Richard left.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can see Jason’s discomfort when he typed, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” and he also infers his uneasiness with a zipper-mouth emoji that he won’t discuss it further, except to say that Tammy’s supposed sexual partner wasn’t a murderer—he wrote he didn’t think he “had anything to do with anything.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just in case Tammy WAS at this house at one point, Richard recently sent a Facebook message to the neighbor who yelled at him, asking for ANY information, but she never responded. (Not even with a “Get lost!”). It may seem like a Hail Mary pass, but at this stage of a stagnant investigation, he is willing to try anything:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNjR5jENK96hapdJVkdRWIQsdYZTvkX3pGqVL_mCWQXjiKZmvw2BX8-krAxeCXff3tUrAtK0IT6eAfiAd-cyJ_xC9Togoa1CeDnFAkmvCYtStZS8Kx97y2VBmp-u4i_fCL7kylKRWIwqF0qh9mTmUUr4c6dm7KfXE5tjxT_w4DTaTBGmMfW_Ov3aif8A/s340/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="203" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNjR5jENK96hapdJVkdRWIQsdYZTvkX3pGqVL_mCWQXjiKZmvw2BX8-krAxeCXff3tUrAtK0IT6eAfiAd-cyJ_xC9Togoa1CeDnFAkmvCYtStZS8Kx97y2VBmp-u4i_fCL7kylKRWIwqF0qh9mTmUUr4c6dm7KfXE5tjxT_w4DTaTBGmMfW_Ov3aif8A/w239-h400/1.png" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1m67R1ZZIseqaZHeiIk7hGpE5hCRDIWaLVMSj8xi9qPZOOY2rH5jm1sntH6fb14gVh2Bnnj9J5HAW_FTxca0N5omoDWuSswLUV_tKd4ewWz-5qxPBZ8Ns8Xvn4-ZTacwgyC1jbrOZFC0Kj-IKRkFtSjppwml2v74NnGT9VqH0gFAP0jgORjP4k4zuV0/s339/2.png" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="206" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1m67R1ZZIseqaZHeiIk7hGpE5hCRDIWaLVMSj8xi9qPZOOY2rH5jm1sntH6fb14gVh2Bnnj9J5HAW_FTxca0N5omoDWuSswLUV_tKd4ewWz-5qxPBZ8Ns8Xvn4-ZTacwgyC1jbrOZFC0Kj-IKRkFtSjppwml2v74NnGT9VqH0gFAP0jgORjP4k4zuV0/w242-h400/2.png" width="242" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWaCMZ0I8-4rnd_J7iwg2oC6FrYv0K4VnPqoQNowh32LZIi_2r7LeWXod6XLarYUlt-OtASrnFmkxRxADQ6TasRdO1dNszbSDJdUbYWL-Fo7TIUxMQJQY9YQnklgihScENbLpddVa7K3Tc8yCgq9OHwfgorEnB9YPHJGVQOFUot-PznkAJcFJFKM5Oi8/s342/3.png" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="204" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWaCMZ0I8-4rnd_J7iwg2oC6FrYv0K4VnPqoQNowh32LZIi_2r7LeWXod6XLarYUlt-OtASrnFmkxRxADQ6TasRdO1dNszbSDJdUbYWL-Fo7TIUxMQJQY9YQnklgihScENbLpddVa7K3Tc8yCgq9OHwfgorEnB9YPHJGVQOFUot-PznkAJcFJFKM5Oi8/w239-h400/3.png" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJY1IRVomnTVJAlp9dxpxoARJSnSSpjhvi_EyfUL0y9423tTfd2AYz8V-xiHHFA1PXBjqmLz9_7Sano6VVBYm7VJFOYISbHmZWoseaIoMkj8BBEFwigK2DTk5Ifdtu9Yw0-x9hWoNd9lShSTWkj-xBACinr4SSpyA4wrM_zN2TILWAqB_FuXculqlXsw/s199/4.png" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="199" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJY1IRVomnTVJAlp9dxpxoARJSnSSpjhvi_EyfUL0y9423tTfd2AYz8V-xiHHFA1PXBjqmLz9_7Sano6VVBYm7VJFOYISbHmZWoseaIoMkj8BBEFwigK2DTk5Ifdtu9Yw0-x9hWoNd9lShSTWkj-xBACinr4SSpyA4wrM_zN2TILWAqB_FuXculqlXsw/w320-h254/4.png" width="320" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If Tammy had run away on July 21 and had been couch-surfing at friends’ houses, Francis is only person so far who has claimed that he saw her days later, and no parents or Tammy's friends have come forward to admit that she had stayed at their houses—although someone could have snuck her in at night, I suppose. Still, hiding out for several DAYS without any adults knowing? Did anyone see ANYTHING?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Now is the time to come forward. Where was she between July 21 and November 4, 1994, when she was found aside Fox Road as a skeleton?</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the blog’s online comments, as well as on the Hell’s Acres Facebook page, there has been chatter about “secret rooms” in the Lynds house on Lamont Street, implying that these were some kind of sinister sex rooms or something. I asked Richard about these supposed rooms, and he replied that he had created “shelving doors” to replace closet doors to increase storage space. Yes, the shelving doors opened to reveal closets, which someone with quite the imagination could compare to the kinds of moving bookshelves you see in the movies—the ones that open to secret passageways, but Richard was happy to quell these rumors with photos and explanations.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I know that people accuse Hell’s Acres of being Richard’s “obedient lackey,” according to one comment, but I assure you that were no “rape rooms” in the Lynds home. Plus, readers have asked for photos of the inside of the home, so here goes:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The shelving door in the living room was a regular closet that I took the door off of,” he said. “I built the shelving door for storage of all the movies we had. Inside this closet, I lined all the walls with cedar. This closet was used for general storage, including a large safe we had.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Below, you “can see the shelving door on the left wall in the picture of the living room. The front door, just past the shelving door, is the door that Tammy left through,” he said. “My recliner was on a left to right angle, in front of this front door.” This was the chair that Richard was asleep in when the girls woke him to go to bed:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW-enCNhk-yetXYzfe6GMoL9RRvOPBmUlXs9tuOwAA3ccr3s8L2KnBnsi0mSibx5j2yYsRxerSS-tlvjdwJAqPQ_S89uhfwYJf9KxxVvbl-dPdCmBjgaSkmzJ_TU_szYoDKYDeHcf6vj7W5iEuk3WEPdVFLIse9lJw2ZlsWHH0U5qEAKZQFs1KcFvDWc/s637/shelving%20door.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="637" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW-enCNhk-yetXYzfe6GMoL9RRvOPBmUlXs9tuOwAA3ccr3s8L2KnBnsi0mSibx5j2yYsRxerSS-tlvjdwJAqPQ_S89uhfwYJf9KxxVvbl-dPdCmBjgaSkmzJ_TU_szYoDKYDeHcf6vj7W5iEuk3WEPdVFLIse9lJw2ZlsWHH0U5qEAKZQFs1KcFvDWc/w400-h304/shelving%20door.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This shows the front door and the old white closet door in the living room:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ARSFj4KTsqHVYSNLr0o3jm4fOQE-842YENDDWB_pPWlleGjQpLXx3ah7KS3KNs5xZ_ammaJP93Plng1sWGjW9yToy95oipGmV4tuh6bQhBTL_NQGiUfuSrq1DFU5rGqYnBaWHCml5Z5ikeFcwrknZx7jQuXoeT3zbhBXhyphenhyphen6KHX3mUw23Q_pyUCq0OZs/s853/closet%20door%20before.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="853" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ARSFj4KTsqHVYSNLr0o3jm4fOQE-842YENDDWB_pPWlleGjQpLXx3ah7KS3KNs5xZ_ammaJP93Plng1sWGjW9yToy95oipGmV4tuh6bQhBTL_NQGiUfuSrq1DFU5rGqYnBaWHCml5Z5ikeFcwrknZx7jQuXoeT3zbhBXhyphenhyphen6KHX3mUw23Q_pyUCq0OZs/w400-h316/closet%20door%20before.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is how the recliners were positioned when Tammy went out the front door that night:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCXgc89_07KNmLZ7_1mqnjgCq48f_enIDNlz4VP7i3QaZz0XK8YPIShCpiZTxQAnzM-XxvYHiswftQZUM1Uy4Jn4-hHyiZajZjKXqeS-J-AIt8NHYp-S6N9FV9vfbuMP_gWpW8O8iAVT6hd_9U-wLrbevk3APRihfGtWiv3bpHTb-vpzLDFG_vBaqkJE/s952/recliners.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="952" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCXgc89_07KNmLZ7_1mqnjgCq48f_enIDNlz4VP7i3QaZz0XK8YPIShCpiZTxQAnzM-XxvYHiswftQZUM1Uy4Jn4-hHyiZajZjKXqeS-J-AIt8NHYp-S6N9FV9vfbuMP_gWpW8O8iAVT6hd_9U-wLrbevk3APRihfGtWiv3bpHTb-vpzLDFG_vBaqkJE/w400-h284/recliners.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Below is a photo of the girls’ bedroom. Around the corner to the left in this picture is a small storage area with a shelving door. “Next to the shelf is the window that Allison was kneeling at, watching Tammy walking south on Lamont, the night Tammy left,” he said.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB__wgi7uHJHlr9qqib6IqvQsbcPljj_yyS8XVxNWdLlePT1RnJuF3EctIP-DTMl9EFxS3FAcyM0hXfSjv4fL91iG0D7JhwTAfU_A36loVRc57UPiPduY8LSjrqp7Jp2mg7uYT2KWMedebi700znuAEOay55TMA72eqfToHpSeuRA66YW_0ucVTg73NfM/s493/girls%20room.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="332" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB__wgi7uHJHlr9qqib6IqvQsbcPljj_yyS8XVxNWdLlePT1RnJuF3EctIP-DTMl9EFxS3FAcyM0hXfSjv4fL91iG0D7JhwTAfU_A36loVRc57UPiPduY8LSjrqp7Jp2mg7uYT2KWMedebi700znuAEOay55TMA72eqfToHpSeuRA66YW_0ucVTg73NfM/w269-h400/girls%20room.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Below is the small storage opening, to the left of the window, in the girls’ room:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvvkHuMwXiUhuCaEaVxIcjLmJmZrt3MoQJyyg1fm2SQ-pwtRm8szF6pwUt83NbwN2xHxfJ2Iky5GX8LpXG5I5zzqr9FbB_aewqgonLmnZzH6yL0YN1JNnZy1oHkn3i3WADplLoLZDPQbtALMKWHe8RM0fsE6EGRjUIS6FPZSg6yKuUHNHn8ZU-XFdSB0/s674/girls%20room%20shelving.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="529" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvvkHuMwXiUhuCaEaVxIcjLmJmZrt3MoQJyyg1fm2SQ-pwtRm8szF6pwUt83NbwN2xHxfJ2Iky5GX8LpXG5I5zzqr9FbB_aewqgonLmnZzH6yL0YN1JNnZy1oHkn3i3WADplLoLZDPQbtALMKWHe8RM0fsE6EGRjUIS6FPZSg6yKuUHNHn8ZU-XFdSB0/w314-h400/girls%20room%20shelving.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the more intriguing notes of Tammy's mother Susan is dated from July (or is it September?) 17, 1997, and is barely legible because of the low quality of the scan. It reads, “Tammy is walking in the woods. She is startled by noise. Runs. Chased by three people, 2 white, 1 black. Tripped on tree roots, fell, and twisted ankle. Got up, grabbed, throat slit, raped, thrown in bushes, covered, left for dead.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjiTesgSDQt7jkUjVl5IQw9Jo8lEYDAhJclrO7vFKr-r6JJcTRffPJnmSZjyOPPlR-DbbsTYInJ5fweng-DqRzADUtpoKk-A_yb97U9F0hptDVubxZS21A8t9Z3It5Rxx6_ZJqfBaCoXtsfcyxkd1py4L2mlZzQFe6ertz9xMChj2-F9Wb4dOYt8RATMs/s347/throat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="70" data-original-width="347" height="65" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjiTesgSDQt7jkUjVl5IQw9Jo8lEYDAhJclrO7vFKr-r6JJcTRffPJnmSZjyOPPlR-DbbsTYInJ5fweng-DqRzADUtpoKk-A_yb97U9F0hptDVubxZS21A8t9Z3It5Rxx6_ZJqfBaCoXtsfcyxkd1py4L2mlZzQFe6ertz9xMChj2-F9Wb4dOYt8RATMs/s320/throat.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard doesn’t know what to make of it and says it isn't Susan's handwriting. It’s almost like a dream or vision. Did Susan or someone she knew have this visualization or nightmare? Who wrote this? The description of the assailants are vague—and yet are too specific to be a generic “what-if” scenario.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A cut jugular vein is a possibility in this case, because the blade wouldn’t have nicked a bone. But unless someone comes forward with an eyewitness account of this, the scene will remain a mysterious item in Susan’s notes—unless she decides to expand on it.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In fact, the rumor of Tammy having her throat slashed has been thrown around for a while and it’s difficult to tell where it originated. Does anybody out there know? Please feel free to enlighten me.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends—we’ll call her Laura—went to New North Middle School with Tammy for two years. They were writers on the school newspaper together, and sat next to one another on the bus, and Tammy let her braid her hair. She described Tammy as “sweet,” but was one of those girls who “stuck out, and when you’re a white girl in Springfield, it’s important to blend in and not stick out. But she didn’t care that she stuck out, and I think that probably caused her problems.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As detailed in Part 5, Tammy was beaten up at Central High School in what her mother insisted was a racial attack. “She had an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude,” said Laura. “I learned to shut my mouth to avoid fights. But I left the Springfield schools after two days at Commerce High School. I never said anything wrong, but some big black girl was saying she was going to cut my face with a box cutter. Everyone was warning me, and I had never even met this person.” After that, Laura went to schools in the suburbs through the school choice program. “I wish she would have had that opportunity—it may have changed some things,</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">” she said.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In Tammy’s murder, police had eliminated the main attacker in the school hallway assault—a girl who also had bothered her for months on the bus (below), but it’s unknown how much they investigated her fellow assailants, or the one that pulled a knife on Tammy and her boyfriend on Rosewell Street one day.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F6tEBz4XvGPKa_ALW4gDsl_aaCmB8ERH-kCgmhcEQ4fgDX0mNpWJtZbj4gDHCTYSC7fK4Iri9EyjMu_kuuIsiOpfuqzXWOhso2cWXT55LdvPMRB3kguW-Z-OhVKERnCoGqS116_uADDMS3baLqlMKqi0ahi2vu1MUBakDMPcWQjX76bEA6wiTIutCvY/s1061/bus.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="1061" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3F6tEBz4XvGPKa_ALW4gDsl_aaCmB8ERH-kCgmhcEQ4fgDX0mNpWJtZbj4gDHCTYSC7fK4Iri9EyjMu_kuuIsiOpfuqzXWOhso2cWXT55LdvPMRB3kguW-Z-OhVKERnCoGqS116_uADDMS3baLqlMKqi0ahi2vu1MUBakDMPcWQjX76bEA6wiTIutCvY/w400-h98/bus.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeugndEknlTVJ_fdRqNKli5iPobaehpBWjAI9Jidcbk6L1QN8j6OjsPnZRayu7jLpS_zAaxpa1PO7SjOtiX-8wn0c3JAgBubuFB3QXlEWEm1v-pOR4N0AuuZ6BqD_5AvYaIGiWDjEJS6wv9vqRhfpC_2ImyC2ltKA0iiIUXeDIdouCeV-siErvpyw99o/s1550/school%20diagram.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="1550" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeugndEknlTVJ_fdRqNKli5iPobaehpBWjAI9Jidcbk6L1QN8j6OjsPnZRayu7jLpS_zAaxpa1PO7SjOtiX-8wn0c3JAgBubuFB3QXlEWEm1v-pOR4N0AuuZ6BqD_5AvYaIGiWDjEJS6wv9vqRhfpC_2ImyC2ltKA0iiIUXeDIdouCeV-siErvpyw99o/w400-h256/school%20diagram.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s disappearance was certainly convenient for one of her attackers, because he had an October 14, 1994 court date to answer for the assault. However, charges had to be dropped because the plaintiff, Tammy, was missing:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddkpGnil7SGZC9AwHqJrHYykVG22f0ye4sAVOkOOevCgJPPZrK0Ht-6sJHQfXYvselePPK1_mFVmeXPn9lG9X0O9e1EFfmpJhC6_ZGhc54aOSO59ZKhMZV0eJMdEzE_6ipD0f2Uy8WWwU0BOCZL_a1-gC5gXPvq64qPdi5X4u1XTx1qy5jPWT3NvFGko/s674/court.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="490" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddkpGnil7SGZC9AwHqJrHYykVG22f0ye4sAVOkOOevCgJPPZrK0Ht-6sJHQfXYvselePPK1_mFVmeXPn9lG9X0O9e1EFfmpJhC6_ZGhc54aOSO59ZKhMZV0eJMdEzE_6ipD0f2Uy8WWwU0BOCZL_a1-gC5gXPvq64qPdi5X4u1XTx1qy5jPWT3NvFGko/w291-h400/court.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The lack of legal proceedings certainly worked out well for him, because he eventually became a Springfield firefighter—something that wouldn’t have happened if he had been found guilty of assault and battery, according to the Fire Department’s longstanding “no felony conviction” policy, which also applies to juvenile felony convictions.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the latest development in this case, Richard has written Massachusetts Attorney General Andrea Campbell, asking her office to investigate. He did this because he doesn’t trust Hampden County DA’s office with a proper investigation, which is understandable considering the files and evidence have been LOST. Granted, this inexcusable data loss occurred during another administration, and the present DA, Anthony Gulluni, actually has an excellent track record on cold cases. But the problem lingers, since the assistant district attorney Richard worked with, Jane Montori, is still in the office as chief of its appeals division.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I doubt that the present DA would ignore or stall the case (even though publicity about the lost evidence aspect reflects badly on the office). Hell, it probably wasn’t even former DA Mark Mastroianni’s office that lost the files—it was likely the Springfield Police. And in the long run, it’s probable that the AG would simply just kick the case back down to the DA—but at least as a result of Richard's letter, maybe there would be some semblance of oversight, which is what Richard has been asking—so this doesn’t get broomed under the rug.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard is also pursuing a memorial to Tammy—actually he pushed this in 1995 but was rebuffed because it’s on city parkland. But now Springfield is much more receptive to this notion. In fact, things are surprisingly moving quickly—and I say this because the city NEVER moves that fast on ANYTHING like this.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amazingly, the city has agreed to cover the cost, and it actually ordered a bench and will meet with Richard sometime in the next couple of months to finalize a location. At the time Tammy died, Richard made a huge wooden cross in commemoration of his daughter (below), which stood in until the gravestone was set.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtZY3OzEX5-fqFpuGI09yY8SroBHqIurYpIj1zEC_QpEX7V4v3tnFqqjGicpNqbzv70GmJS9B_Z5SeYA2FoGa1tpPLGEJOB6Uvy6FcakValqF6ujAqSoYkLC_9oEkh2wtqYI5qMhWOXRveOSZyUDWSP26Kq_1L2_SRWDHzaHqxTe9-_GTjrPz0zKSO18/s1545/CROSS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1423" data-original-width="1545" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtZY3OzEX5-fqFpuGI09yY8SroBHqIurYpIj1zEC_QpEX7V4v3tnFqqjGicpNqbzv70GmJS9B_Z5SeYA2FoGa1tpPLGEJOB6Uvy6FcakValqF6ujAqSoYkLC_9oEkh2wtqYI5qMhWOXRveOSZyUDWSP26Kq_1L2_SRWDHzaHqxTe9-_GTjrPz0zKSO18/w400-h369/CROSS.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The problem is that the cross, if incorporated into this memorial, is made out of wood, which would be susceptible to burning and theft: it is three feet wide and five feet tall, so it wouldn’t be easily embedded into the back of a bench. Including the cross in this monument would require some serious thought and creativity. The city has so far discussed several sites for a Tammy memorial, including Fox Road, the island dividing Berkshire Avenue and Boston Road, and the empty lot where the former Russell’s restaurant stood at the intersection of Fargo Street and Boston Road:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamTStcLt6mrnHpGiJ0UahhgBBjEb9Y4VNJP6_8hi9wUXS_CDlEKb0rNq1cIVFyAMGxIFqob9_zxaV7g-KziXIYGXPVtZc0w5arFcOWr0CRV4isaOgQg4Xv7qx0uyjqQ9uE70DoIPdR7uIqxMWqtDkJMrwGuQT1qXJvgqywdiAuPYh-S0e5er7a8ObrZs/s770/russelsls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamTStcLt6mrnHpGiJ0UahhgBBjEb9Y4VNJP6_8hi9wUXS_CDlEKb0rNq1cIVFyAMGxIFqob9_zxaV7g-KziXIYGXPVtZc0w5arFcOWr0CRV4isaOgQg4Xv7qx0uyjqQ9uE70DoIPdR7uIqxMWqtDkJMrwGuQT1qXJvgqywdiAuPYh-S0e5er7a8ObrZs/w373-h400/russelsls.jpg" width="373" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The former Russell’s a vacant lot, which is not likely to be developed (the city has tried like hell for years) would also be a good place to establish a neighborhood park to help make up for all the woods the city has lost over the years between Lamont Street and Grayson Drive. A bench next to the splash pad at the Balliet Middle School grounds at Breckwood Boulevard and Seymour Street has also been discussed.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hell’s Acres readers: what would you think would be a fitting memorial?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-54322177751780116362023-10-29T22:10:00.025-04:002023-12-21T14:08:38.005-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 13: Yet Even More Questions <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2H-Vn-_ZI2H6cQHl0KJ1V_cZRYwvt4h1QT-qwA3pkHBr6SXfcJkxi14i-oH3jIev4auwUkOJ-Rn3qqUEHmsr4LfTExk4Sk9wnGoSKFKwcAC-q-EqRX321VGv-9cTCwLMd9tVzlG4fBwub_KshKHMC_iaX0eBFx7ROMY75Yo6Nm5paPkEW3H3C-qea3I/s400/tammy%20lynds5%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="400" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2H-Vn-_ZI2H6cQHl0KJ1V_cZRYwvt4h1QT-qwA3pkHBr6SXfcJkxi14i-oH3jIev4auwUkOJ-Rn3qqUEHmsr4LfTExk4Sk9wnGoSKFKwcAC-q-EqRX321VGv-9cTCwLMd9tVzlG4fBwub_KshKHMC_iaX0eBFx7ROMY75Yo6Nm5paPkEW3H3C-qea3I/w400-h293/tammy%20lynds5%20copy.png" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends, we’ll call him “Owen,” has come under some scrutiny, especially since police in 1994 were familiar with him because he had been arrested in the past, and over the years he has been in custody for such crimes as assault and a weapons violation—and he comes from a family with a history of brushes with the law.</span></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The Lynds family cast a suspicious eye on Owen because after the murder a teenager who talked to Tammy’s mother Susan said that Owen hated Tammy. That same friend, according to Susan’s notes, also said that during the original investigation, Owen and another teen close to him told police they believed that Tammy had been molested and killed by her father. They tried to get her Tammy’s friend to go along with this story, but he replied, “No way,” stick his middle finger up at them, and walked away:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NAEr38SNlURrlxHka096Vttriv9YDegEY1hTsxYZ27I5zOoL4g7lwmZ2vBEetSX4tb9afIhioQgIR-XGYzPAdKu3-23xlflAYwug3mx2WDdtueK0KdiUKydEUdpR-OqQZ7fyGjCUz6mf0TSZELTUD8G-ORvtn5ZPVkHLF4IA6kBpl5cqhZcduCyXJeI/s1365/--pre-middle%20finger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="1365" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NAEr38SNlURrlxHka096Vttriv9YDegEY1hTsxYZ27I5zOoL4g7lwmZ2vBEetSX4tb9afIhioQgIR-XGYzPAdKu3-23xlflAYwug3mx2WDdtueK0KdiUKydEUdpR-OqQZ7fyGjCUz6mf0TSZELTUD8G-ORvtn5ZPVkHLF4IA6kBpl5cqhZcduCyXJeI/w400-h140/--pre-middle%20finger.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1La3xIAEPEp9ih6EP95aMqvAEPzN0fRTgQQ9ypjet_RWLs7j4ET9z9tV34fgd_W68_hbW9leY6eqCJ7B_84uGfpc_V9BwOlcC9WvGvHLpJ3YqPGOYwaKq7Cx8kahHF-bh1p-rMMp9s-3mOuMT0SkUo0MHRtriK3We31_shrJarSRa_v4UULAWgkYTGU/s1357/--middle%20finger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="1357" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1La3xIAEPEp9ih6EP95aMqvAEPzN0fRTgQQ9ypjet_RWLs7j4ET9z9tV34fgd_W68_hbW9leY6eqCJ7B_84uGfpc_V9BwOlcC9WvGvHLpJ3YqPGOYwaKq7Cx8kahHF-bh1p-rMMp9s-3mOuMT0SkUo0MHRtriK3We31_shrJarSRa_v4UULAWgkYTGU/w400-h140/--middle%20finger.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">He said that at first, Owen just wanted to have sex with Tammy. “You know—fuck her,” he said. “Lay her. Sorry Sue, I didn’t mean to use that word.” But Tammy’s parents didn’t want her to go anywhere with Owen after he visited their home once, when he had illegally “borrowed” the family car, and drove down Lamont street hanging out of the car window with a beer can in his hand:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hWbry-790I8VrVGL2i_weppsjuT15kXGKmUK0ew36vS-ESm5KtuP4QO3Mghe4PV_Xe9rCZn9Q15gt6JhDw7_0Zghz-Zh7AktE_Ks1dFd019F7Le2OPSszuRu7-h_qbmv9AzQJTRDWT4kbG8122dkkFEIU4Nw9DxnBy9B1YuxDNmizx3In5OSV8wBZmI/s1555/--owen%20beer%20can.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="1555" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hWbry-790I8VrVGL2i_weppsjuT15kXGKmUK0ew36vS-ESm5KtuP4QO3Mghe4PV_Xe9rCZn9Q15gt6JhDw7_0Zghz-Zh7AktE_Ks1dFd019F7Le2OPSszuRu7-h_qbmv9AzQJTRDWT4kbG8122dkkFEIU4Nw9DxnBy9B1YuxDNmizx3In5OSV8wBZmI/w400-h163/--owen%20beer%20can.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The youth also said that neighborhood kids used to party at Owen’s house, smoking weed and drinking with his mother:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzyxP8h6gnsynJEFu2b5-O7oClp7wlakVFlK7fHykcSnwodtrMfq_eWvpsAbZKTcj7UhONPD59R7qVK-2KoGYyyEzMayfq1PoqfHE83GnQU7xOxfSmBm6d5Npc_ANVTldFDZDnYZDg8y25xbonL647IQueSKKQy3Pp1K3iWuz4vnZtquIgMeBuF0urdA/s1422/--partied%20with%20mother.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1422" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzyxP8h6gnsynJEFu2b5-O7oClp7wlakVFlK7fHykcSnwodtrMfq_eWvpsAbZKTcj7UhONPD59R7qVK-2KoGYyyEzMayfq1PoqfHE83GnQU7xOxfSmBm6d5Npc_ANVTldFDZDnYZDg8y25xbonL647IQueSKKQy3Pp1K3iWuz4vnZtquIgMeBuF0urdA/w400-h223/--partied%20with%20mother.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Bizarrely, on December 5, 1994, Sue wrote that according to a friend of Tammy, Owen claimed his best friend killed Tammy, and he had evidence that this person had committed the murder. But he asserted that if anyone found out, he would destroy the evidence:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjg7YHfhZTkqLutTyyH2HJUHgwHFn_vVx6M99et7EUwlcz7kBtNfzOR98qY_y6pX0TyhJ83D9QfFmH1ALDrWmU6GlUD6miz4nq3a2egtkAyLlIpL2ffOWDt_XD0YmS4kty_WxtJi9UQRAVDfxDraS3H35eqS4ewZ0dS1atgsnywZT2lNDDPhM_9OYqs70/s973/--destroy%20the%20evidence.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="973" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjg7YHfhZTkqLutTyyH2HJUHgwHFn_vVx6M99et7EUwlcz7kBtNfzOR98qY_y6pX0TyhJ83D9QfFmH1ALDrWmU6GlUD6miz4nq3a2egtkAyLlIpL2ffOWDt_XD0YmS4kty_WxtJi9UQRAVDfxDraS3H35eqS4ewZ0dS1atgsnywZT2lNDDPhM_9OYqs70/w400-h311/--destroy%20the%20evidence.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcMbjvuT5ze_wXEJLeNvzmmXbdDjLG8_kg6rPWuDMG4jbUFMNI43IAQV3XD87X7caTNzuGxcxY6M7OZKiidPjtC1N2WMQ6F0bxwHrY2328FHIgy0UWgFvqp_2QH8bKpXUZjHcy-DZHeQfs41JqbwFkbyrnSQngvSzRCQHUGF89XMELnlicu734kCAbFQ/s1424/--if%20gets%20out%20of%20hand.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1424" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcMbjvuT5ze_wXEJLeNvzmmXbdDjLG8_kg6rPWuDMG4jbUFMNI43IAQV3XD87X7caTNzuGxcxY6M7OZKiidPjtC1N2WMQ6F0bxwHrY2328FHIgy0UWgFvqp_2QH8bKpXUZjHcy-DZHeQfs41JqbwFkbyrnSQngvSzRCQHUGF89XMELnlicu734kCAbFQ/w400-h216/--if%20gets%20out%20of%20hand.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">According to Susan, Owen let it be known that he would not only get rid of the evidence, but also he would “get” the unknown person who ratted on him once he found out who it was. If accurate, it means Owen knew that police might have suspected him.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfGwgADGrJeEdvSk85rSu9bOzktxtUcBmfuC8kGIOgCLWgKVODkkKs_iNR4lQ6YXw82fgzsYzOJyjdUqO_RGKB1S0JN63dTawwEg6iT51AJfKC5hVeBvk4QGXnNG0YG-EYneE-datB-ZfEdeCZ1Dfwi7sGS1mRuuLIRkZpMJf_psPJlXzY2WmywqWTgU/s1828/--Phone%20Call%20if%20ratted.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="1602" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfGwgADGrJeEdvSk85rSu9bOzktxtUcBmfuC8kGIOgCLWgKVODkkKs_iNR4lQ6YXw82fgzsYzOJyjdUqO_RGKB1S0JN63dTawwEg6iT51AJfKC5hVeBvk4QGXnNG0YG-EYneE-datB-ZfEdeCZ1Dfwi7sGS1mRuuLIRkZpMJf_psPJlXzY2WmywqWTgU/w350-h400/--Phone%20Call%20if%20ratted.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It is really strange that Owen announced he would destroy this “evidence.” This makes no sense. The only kind of physical evidence that could implicate a friend in this scenario would be a photo or a phone answering machine message—right? I can’t think of anything else. I guess he could have had an article of clothing from the guy that had Tammy’s blood on it, but I sincerely doubt that. So what are we to make of this?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Anyway, prior to the murder, the Lynds parents forbidding Tammy to see Owen supposedly angered him. After the murder, when the Lynds family went roller skating at Interskate 91 in Wilbraham, Owen tried to skate with Tammy’s sister Allison, and according to Sue’s notes, he attempted to intimidate the girl because the family thought he might have committed the murder:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVn-W9L5EhucM7q2T465FVXD9y6rEyPXaUv2yqMZHxbXK_SgxEJfZDjAOSBtNbVvehUVpWFNv7LxYxFLX1X_JpxGuTZxE5XZBUSQmlwtp0Bv8Do5wic00BHgRaxLGmyalAxmUIILzqwTYKKZH_Ahi659SqgxNF91h5XCg3aejC6mkp1J1KS407JPckMic/s1361/--follow%20scare%20allison.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="1361" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVn-W9L5EhucM7q2T465FVXD9y6rEyPXaUv2yqMZHxbXK_SgxEJfZDjAOSBtNbVvehUVpWFNv7LxYxFLX1X_JpxGuTZxE5XZBUSQmlwtp0Bv8Do5wic00BHgRaxLGmyalAxmUIILzqwTYKKZH_Ahi659SqgxNF91h5XCg3aejC6mkp1J1KS407JPckMic/w400-h170/--follow%20scare%20allison.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">On December 19, 1994, Susan, Allison, and Tammy’s cousin April went down to the Springfield Police headquarters on Pearl Street with all this information, but they didn’t have an appointment, and Susan claimed they were treated cavalierly. When they presented police with a photo Susan took of Owen speaking to Allison at the skating rink, the officer responded, “Since when is it a crime to talk to someone?”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB1OL-GHSneljie_Sf-381UeB1kzeAe5KuE612QiRrdN8tdAtRoVaEvpgh0VoV1QSPEXFBuSmAdp5xl4KNntf2dIG-dGKTsi4qYP3ugU3jG6_hky4j6vjq8xEFilYVBk5ylzttc9f7k86U1Un2cM7EQv8Bo7wO293MCjmUWE0dgNLU8qMa1AcZKG01wY/s980/--when%20is%20it%20a%20crime12-19-94%20or%209-19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="980" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB1OL-GHSneljie_Sf-381UeB1kzeAe5KuE612QiRrdN8tdAtRoVaEvpgh0VoV1QSPEXFBuSmAdp5xl4KNntf2dIG-dGKTsi4qYP3ugU3jG6_hky4j6vjq8xEFilYVBk5ylzttc9f7k86U1Un2cM7EQv8Bo7wO293MCjmUWE0dgNLU8qMa1AcZKG01wY/w400-h150/--when%20is%20it%20a%20crime12-19-94%20or%209-19.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Owen is the youth described in Part 6 as being visibly nervous when questioned by Detective Burt Garcia. “What’s wrong?” the detective asked. “Are you nervous? Why is your leg shaking?”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“I always do that with my leg,” Owen replied. </span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7zjiKh_-BhUB7njW6YGn_qxntB5wv7n8meb_pEKcHNwEhax4xcS-gR4eEOynYU3xQtcdIYK-X-dlWBHOZaswZ2B8w9XxOtUSTRSrDBU3m2UwA25hjK7gExflQoVPIKSm-aF-Im2Oroge5TDkelMXW8A_e6Z1NXLTdefoU3Q4sopQ-Ck3fMdAdz2K070/s1462/--leg%20shaking.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="1462" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7zjiKh_-BhUB7njW6YGn_qxntB5wv7n8meb_pEKcHNwEhax4xcS-gR4eEOynYU3xQtcdIYK-X-dlWBHOZaswZ2B8w9XxOtUSTRSrDBU3m2UwA25hjK7gExflQoVPIKSm-aF-Im2Oroge5TDkelMXW8A_e6Z1NXLTdefoU3Q4sopQ-Ck3fMdAdz2K070/w400-h254/--leg%20shaking.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">★★★★★★★★</p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: large; text-align: center;"> </span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrP6NjGmix-PWUKbyewD4nK6433H0ygRspGz_j6bUn2MKbxa97G-hGpNovxeiAQV1iop92xqDwZwkN_lOiCMTM67dpYDNKQrzP2EfLS6RfdqOc5CbhdhKGSmGwbFFtVRG0BNx_ytVJ9qTf_XW57kD0irHktYuLtjG6SfKKk23oUQN56TVxPW_SOYpYJc/s982/*--rick%20meeting%20Tammy%20that%20night.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="982" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrP6NjGmix-PWUKbyewD4nK6433H0ygRspGz_j6bUn2MKbxa97G-hGpNovxeiAQV1iop92xqDwZwkN_lOiCMTM67dpYDNKQrzP2EfLS6RfdqOc5CbhdhKGSmGwbFFtVRG0BNx_ytVJ9qTf_XW57kD0irHktYuLtjG6SfKKk23oUQN56TVxPW_SOYpYJc/w400-h121/*--rick%20meeting%20Tammy%20that%20night.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Especially confusing about Susan’s notes is a claim from a friend of Tammy that a person he knew named “Rick” admitted that he was supposed to meet Tammy the night she went missing. Tammy had been intimate with two Ricks—one from near her neighborhood and one who lived in East Springfield. The Rick from Pine Point said there were no arrangement for them to meet that night, but we don’t know about the Rick from Carew Street. Regarding the latter, how would Tammy and Rick meet that night when they both lived so far apart and weren’t old enough to drive?</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This is <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" target="_blank">the second reference that we know of</a> in which Tammy was planning to meet a “Rick” that night—one of her friends recently revealed that she planned to run away on the evening of July 21, 1994 and that she intended to go to “Ricky’s house.” The thing is, Rick from Carew Street was away from this area much of the month of July that year—his family was in the process of moving across the country and they were gone to prepare their new home thousands of miles away.</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">★★★★★★★★</p><div><br /></div><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Here is a letter from “Kim” AKA “Kay” from May 18, 1994 to Tammy and David, her boyfriend. She asks David is “everything better now?” We don’t know what this was in reference to—what was wrong? Kim, by the way, is not in Tammy’s phone directory and wasn’t referenced in the parts of her diary we have.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT0WBwWMq_kcoaIk3QoFtbioTiDNe6YzWjZUS2FAeT2hKrr1MJvC1BCaHdODKXjuBSXhumsE-6SZjz_ODR7ztLfKqFC9qTz2tfjMVPakXSOdgSlhCAUWYlgdD1CdrWjCqK-3OoB7LS5mwALiOE15Z5lSoY3186UXDNf31ytWPEEdCIcIhcp0Q6smVJew/s1269/*--Note%20From%20Kim%20aka%20Kay5-18-94.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1269" data-original-width="1106" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT0WBwWMq_kcoaIk3QoFtbioTiDNe6YzWjZUS2FAeT2hKrr1MJvC1BCaHdODKXjuBSXhumsE-6SZjz_ODR7ztLfKqFC9qTz2tfjMVPakXSOdgSlhCAUWYlgdD1CdrWjCqK-3OoB7LS5mwALiOE15Z5lSoY3186UXDNf31ytWPEEdCIcIhcp0Q6smVJew/w349-h400/*--Note%20From%20Kim%20aka%20Kay5-18-94.jpg" width="349" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">We know that David had been picked on by Tammy’s neighborhood friends (but apparently not by his Central High School classmates). Is that what this was in reference to? Or was there a problem between Tammy and David? There is a long gap in her diary entries—from March 22 to June 14, 1994—so we don’t know what had transpired. One of Tammy’s friends said that the two “broke up and got back together a few times during the school year.” So was their relationship a stormy one? One would assume so. She did write in her diary on June 14 that she had met David, loved him, wanted to have his baby, and that she was indeed pregnant. Did they break up and reunite? There is no mention of a reconciliation with David in her diary—just that she had met a new boy named David, but doesn’t “know how long it will last.”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">★★★★★★★★</p><div><br /></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends, who we’ll call “Jack,” described her as very quiet and shy when he first met her, and at the beginning of the 1993-1994 school year, kids on the bus were picking on her and throwing things in her hair. “By the second day on the bus, I had enough,” he said. “I yelled at the one doing it, and told them if they fucked with her they are fucking with me. After that I sat down next to her and introduced myself, and from that point on we were inseparable. In between classes we always found each other. We hung out during lunch and after school. Everybody thought we were dating, but we never did.”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jack looked out for Tammy, and when he began skipping school, she wanted to as well. “She tried to go with me a few times, and I wouldn’t let her skip,” he said. “I didn’t want her to go down that path.”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">After Tammy was brutally attacked by a classmate and by the assailant's friends at school, Jack “was not happy about it. I had some words with people and ended up being suspended from school for a while.”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Needless to say, he was profoundly distressed when she went missing and was devastated when she was found dead nearly three months later.</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Tammy was the first female I opened up to about everything,” he said. “She was truly my best friend.”</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By all accounts, Tammy had overcome her shyness and was well liked</span><span style="font-family: arial;">—except, of course, by her attacker at Central High School. By the way, this woman is Facebook friends with a Pine Point person who was heard to say on the Putnam High School bus after the murder, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">“She got what she deserved.</span><span style="font-family: arial;">”</span></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">★★★★★★★★</p><div><br /></div><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In publishing the entirety of what we have of Tammy’s diary in the last post, a reader pointed out that I had left out two pages of her thoughts, but I assumed it was a school assignment because the document name was “Tammy School Notes” and they were written on lined paper instead of diary pages. But maybe they were mislabeled and they really were private musings, because who would detail a pregnancy scare for a teacher?</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eewewUWkY0GpMMpBeZbIuBIDQ1GPXhLR7z2jjw0yCRoEnVvPIr7oP17Dx1U_EJSrdDSlkdaI9kmt_KFMCsenKgFtg9fwidH7mPNRhnrvnIAxcbEXg9hiIFdQbOzsGd-fgsJ4AfgDTErQG_KvP32Tdgg20nuYdqLpZHEytqqxPPH66DopSEKdWFh4YQg/s1785/*--Tammy%20School%20Notes%2009161993%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1785" data-original-width="1391" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eewewUWkY0GpMMpBeZbIuBIDQ1GPXhLR7z2jjw0yCRoEnVvPIr7oP17Dx1U_EJSrdDSlkdaI9kmt_KFMCsenKgFtg9fwidH7mPNRhnrvnIAxcbEXg9hiIFdQbOzsGd-fgsJ4AfgDTErQG_KvP32Tdgg20nuYdqLpZHEytqqxPPH66DopSEKdWFh4YQg/w311-h400/*--Tammy%20School%20Notes%2009161993%2001.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdj8OPP5F7xQmUpkV_D2HA-4P8mmvpUZ-hlnpgHBsWSjbuI3yU3H0In8Aa9QvfUjtNsXR3WLmr-boSgf-VmsJj7TFTXlmJwdY9W97j57SeqO8DF-J0cEPrputehqTUlisUYAyUKQrmuynD4TBqAED4ci_tdrV3pE-pPMQhZmjlg3gaLmmNVqB1M9hAtQ/s1444/*--Tammy%20School%20Notes%2009161993%2002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1383" data-original-width="1444" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdj8OPP5F7xQmUpkV_D2HA-4P8mmvpUZ-hlnpgHBsWSjbuI3yU3H0In8Aa9QvfUjtNsXR3WLmr-boSgf-VmsJj7TFTXlmJwdY9W97j57SeqO8DF-J0cEPrputehqTUlisUYAyUKQrmuynD4TBqAED4ci_tdrV3pE-pPMQhZmjlg3gaLmmNVqB1M9hAtQ/w400-h383/*--Tammy%20School%20Notes%2009161993%2002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The second page of “Tammy’s School Notes’ contains her admission that she, her brother, and her sister “keep secrets between each other and from our parents.” This is especially poignant when you consider that she was apparently keeping a whopper of a secret from everyone: an abusive boyfriend at the time she went missing. This revelation was detailed in the <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" target="_blank">last post</a>.</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">★★★★★★★★</p><div><br /></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy evidently didn’t share with Allison anything about a boyfriend who used to hit her, but Susan did write that the last night she snuck out she had told her sister that the boy she was meeting “that he would be angry if she was late,” which corresponds to what Tammy’s 12-year-old friend had said Tammy was worried about if she wasn’t on time. As mentioned in my last post, Tammy told the 12-year-old that if she were late, he would “act out.”</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAXXImkSZCoH68UmYypoHPh3rqaPWvVmND63kHyZlTWEZdzObmYyok7anZxd96JdWkeeo-TA94O3Q6he5ohGWG52tBS5PqPO8DtyMzyTKOmCNkghyDd-GrXeRynWhziby0eBBMPgDKbVRMGPrwWBjCLhprvuxL7tptG5ToZrZsaEFuRvAGDCz2JrtUyw/s1464/*--angry%20if%20late.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="1464" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAXXImkSZCoH68UmYypoHPh3rqaPWvVmND63kHyZlTWEZdzObmYyok7anZxd96JdWkeeo-TA94O3Q6he5ohGWG52tBS5PqPO8DtyMzyTKOmCNkghyDd-GrXeRynWhziby0eBBMPgDKbVRMGPrwWBjCLhprvuxL7tptG5ToZrZsaEFuRvAGDCz2JrtUyw/w400-h150/*--angry%20if%20late.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">After 29 years, the question remains: who was Tammy supposed to meet on the night of July 21, 1994? Is he the one who killed her? If he didn’t, who did?</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-25162918387422251312023-10-21T17:48:00.034-04:002023-12-21T14:08:58.202-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 12: An Abusive Boyfriend?<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BOXYAXFCmwG7-BrXJlXVVw2ErRO5H_W8SLXRyuDTMqluivNe4HZQzE1sSeMBVyB6tttVrhNEaewNqDmFZcHSpWaXUxFGx5Ho_gjSA5OVQmgqSoBww6E6LY805rErjb2NGHVaNu7dDCnOq9S6cetJHVBQDQEe9wSpzuoyhQs12z1k_9yFavGWuNyh5NU/s605/lynds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="605" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BOXYAXFCmwG7-BrXJlXVVw2ErRO5H_W8SLXRyuDTMqluivNe4HZQzE1sSeMBVyB6tttVrhNEaewNqDmFZcHSpWaXUxFGx5Ho_gjSA5OVQmgqSoBww6E6LY805rErjb2NGHVaNu7dDCnOq9S6cetJHVBQDQEe9wSpzuoyhQs12z1k_9yFavGWuNyh5NU/w400-h283/lynds.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">The night Tammy Lynds disappeared, her family assumed she was sneaking out to meet her friend and sometimes lover Ricky, who lived nearby. There was another Ricky who she was intimate with, but he lived all the way in East Springfield.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then there was David B., who she invited to the Central High School JROTC Military Ball in the spring of 1994. Both of them also attended the CHS picnic together at High Meadows in North Granby, CT. They were hot and heavy on the summer of 1994.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yFCl7Y2xFkxWpFd1jfBCBB-qPUOf_wSp8SuqHcd0scGRxj1gKAxnHYt_OXHQLEIBDJzjz4WPfTcS48lDfImU5sMgC3qDK7XJdFh8bILB9H_y5KLg99-FH_yisTxq9uG4gsTcboG9nAHWeS79-kRLcbWYAbDr2N7491TZ-yN-NhdEZuy2xKPIeN6kue0/s593/rotc.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="593" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yFCl7Y2xFkxWpFd1jfBCBB-qPUOf_wSp8SuqHcd0scGRxj1gKAxnHYt_OXHQLEIBDJzjz4WPfTcS48lDfImU5sMgC3qDK7XJdFh8bILB9H_y5KLg99-FH_yisTxq9uG4gsTcboG9nAHWeS79-kRLcbWYAbDr2N7491TZ-yN-NhdEZuy2xKPIeN6kue0/w400-h351/rotc.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTbD-vjNrk5IOCdZbVDtjFtS-nexttm-gzxvl_EwMMADYWpiaxcaLNoKiqXJDgr9yB1VulI_07pUanJYEMjUJ0JZnQL_yfzq3_ZNvMXZYxoD4LWtDtE4wUlVFl7b_icVO35c6oF1PwtC76CtRBAG4kexS8kJ_YbyNh5Cii1Bb4bMb545nLAILwm_8sxg/s1843/High%20School%20Picnic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1843" data-original-width="1583" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTbD-vjNrk5IOCdZbVDtjFtS-nexttm-gzxvl_EwMMADYWpiaxcaLNoKiqXJDgr9yB1VulI_07pUanJYEMjUJ0JZnQL_yfzq3_ZNvMXZYxoD4LWtDtE4wUlVFl7b_icVO35c6oF1PwtC76CtRBAG4kexS8kJ_YbyNh5Cii1Bb4bMb545nLAILwm_8sxg/w344-h400/High%20School%20Picnic.jpg" width="344" /></a></span></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s difficult to figure out David, according to reports. One of Tammy’s friends described him as the ultimate loser. “All the kids in the neighborhood called him shit-face, butt-face, pimple-faced peewee, and puss-boy,” he said. They insisted that he smelled and never showered. “The poor guy had the worst ache out of all of the kids around here. His face was always red with white-heads, his lips would look swollen at times, and his hair and face were greasy. Looking at recent photos of him, he said, “I feel like you can still see the pain and insecurity in his eyes. Tammy talked about how David was so desperate for people to like him, that he would do whatever people told him to do, and how he had no confidence. I can’t recall what he got caught doing, but some had asked him to shoplift or something like that.” </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s friend didn’t see David around much, but when he was in the neighborhood, he was a persona non grata. “Everyone talked tons of shit about him when he was around,” said, confessing that he didn’t know where he lived or who he normally hung around with, and he didn’t care.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I also had bad acne and greasy skin back in 1994, so I wasn’t one to pick on someone about terrible skin,” he said. “But others weren’t as understanding. So he was never welcomed into the group of kids I hung out with. You could say he was shunned.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Incredibly, however, David was able to get it together and make a quick transformation—a least among his peers at Central High School. Sindy Pabon, one of Tammy’s Central friends, described him as “friendly, jokey, and popular with the ladies.” Another friend said Tammy and David would get together for the occasional quickie in the closed and darkened school auditorium. She was head-over-heels for David. “I’m going to have his baby,” wrote Tammy in her diary on June 14, 1994, after she insisted in a previous entry that another boy used her just for sex. “It sounds crazy, but I truly love him, or am I making another mistake?”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2019, Tammy’s father, Richard, revealed that it was his understanding that Tammy was “playing a game” between two boys named Ricky and David at the time of her disappearance. Richard was acquainted with both, having one of the two “Rickys” she was seeing over for dinner, and driving David back to his home on a side street off Parker Street once.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But what no one knew, except a 12-year-old girlfriend of Tammy's, was that Tammy claimed one of her “boyfriends” used to beat her. The girl is the daughter of a former co-worker of Tammy’s mother Susan, and their family every so often went over to the Lynds to socialize, and the kids played hide-and-seek. The girl looked up to Tammy as an older-sister figure, and had slept over the Lynds house in the past.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On July 21, 1994, the night Tammy went missing, the 12-year-old girl (who we’ll call Jill), her two brothers, and her mother visited the Lynds. The kids played hide-and-seek and Richard ordered pizza from Tony’s Pizza on Boston Road. Jill’s oldest brother, a year older than Tammy, insists that Richard and Susan were extremely drunk that evening—a claim that Richard disputes.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Regardless, Jill’s oldest brother reports that his sister said that Tammy that night told her that “she was abused by her boyfriend. When Tammy would be late, he would hit her.” Tammy also feared that night that things would not go well if she didn’t meet him on time. “The last thing Tammy said to my sister was that she would be late, and her boyfriend was going to act out,” he said. Tammy was wearing an all-black outfit that day. “Tammy always wore black when we played hide-and-seek,” he said. “It was easier to hide in all black.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Tammy was found as a skeleton on November 4, 1994, she was wearing jeans, not black pants. Susan reported to police that her daughter was wearing all black, but maybe she didn’t notice if Tammy had changed.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jill didn’t know the boyfriend’s name, but “it was someone she started seeing at school in the ROTC program,” said her brother.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1994, Jill gave police all this information. But, as readers of this blog know, the case file was lost.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">David was not in the ROTC, but he did attend the ROTC ball with her—maybe this is what a 12-year-old’s understanding (and a hazy 29-year-old memory) of what Tammy had said, especially if she was upset and crying. It’s hard to tell. It’s also difficult to determine who Tammy’s “boyfriend” was in July of 1994, because she was supposedly seeing several guys that year.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">According to the Jill’s oldest brother, Tammy wanted to spend the night with his family, but this was not possible because they were staying with his aunt while their house was getting readied for them to move in, and the aunt did not allow guests. His mother called, and the aunt said no way. He said Tammy and her mother were fighting that night and Tammy stormed off the Lynds’ property around 5:30 p.m., right when the visitors left, heading south on Lamont Street, which is toward the old woods where teens gathered, but also in the direction where a couple of friends lived on Lamont. She eventually did come home, before venturing out at midnight to a meeting with someone her sister Allison said she was dreading. Who was she meeting? One of Tammy’s friends said she would always talk about a David or a Ricky. Nearly three decades later, in looking at Tammy’s lovers, I guess it helps to look at the diary pages available—I’ve been criticized for not publishing ALL of them, so here we go, all 32 pages:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The first entries from 1992 are about problems with her mother, which she updates in 1994:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="887" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QCCijaMiqWgTw9wn2sxycansPepiBa-PMN5tN741_T_ZtNGDxO62IJ1n2EniFqt42JbmafG9Q0ZXzMHxao9w4jrWlGWo2uJmIe94_c7Je5W_7_C4SKce3uLQHbDi95214YqJSxXS3Cb1a-wzujxoWB_VRFV3_23XPDZ4WIFm9mWxrWkAGN31uCVQpUg/s320/75EBF070-48F9-4D32-B01C-214194C58712.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A couple of entries from 1992 reveal her interest in a boy at her bus stop, and the second one shows Tammy’s habit of revisiting entries to update them. In the October 20, 1992 entry below, she apparently updated it on March 3, 1994 to opine that “he was a bastard, and nothing else.”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BJF-QiUFBax9jcCt8fiM0DdFR7Xtrol1xjrUeVlTfeP112jAO99RyY0wbYIq3gerJqalipPmR3LXll_5qbBLm7H0i8oeVlqvuJ-Dzkr4poww4mSAwdR19XX3Sl5hYeNJLPvxW_GzY_pxEWsDf6EVPSN2f4Gea92fEwNM0WomgO1tbZVM-PWCcwE74vQ/s891/diary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="891" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BJF-QiUFBax9jcCt8fiM0DdFR7Xtrol1xjrUeVlTfeP112jAO99RyY0wbYIq3gerJqalipPmR3LXll_5qbBLm7H0i8oeVlqvuJ-Dzkr4poww4mSAwdR19XX3Sl5hYeNJLPvxW_GzY_pxEWsDf6EVPSN2f4Gea92fEwNM0WomgO1tbZVM-PWCcwE74vQ/w400-h275/diary.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan puzzled over what T.E.E.L. meant below, but it likely stands for a well-known paragraph structure method from an essay-writing guide she learned in school: Topic sentence, Explain, Evidence, Link:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnRMDiMxcS0mmGUmZlsvopDUVgZa4GCySHPg4wmg5HRfSo4LvK0eXQ1sjE_tZ6ubbdDYiZR4zwdeaEj_r_Jv_chVirJZ-L3kzELLEFwzuiwrEbQx1jshPrz4y-X47C8GziGBVhGFG8x6ZqZ0nT0752veIYBbKqmcp6TEATOnaeAHXdTRnOFX4QEZ_qv4/s1335/100.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then she believes she’s pregnant with J’s child:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9uR28Q0DQa_KUZ7ryv1CDZjwyO1xMyY-JQ_haq7FtL1bJgUXVzoWljh1jrPDLgeP2cdlACzLb5CG7Kf-6c-WhjYqFxHeMSlJp6nnz0plZrOBVwLqoe1q_tuoUtbqG3LX7GIzHIMs98IYI8fplJpA4adI_KPwm5S1IdP2IEyxFdXD3pkk5v_YJpx6oqw/s1896/501.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1896" data-original-width="1508" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9uR28Q0DQa_KUZ7ryv1CDZjwyO1xMyY-JQ_haq7FtL1bJgUXVzoWljh1jrPDLgeP2cdlACzLb5CG7Kf-6c-WhjYqFxHeMSlJp6nnz0plZrOBVwLqoe1q_tuoUtbqG3LX7GIzHIMs98IYI8fplJpA4adI_KPwm5S1IdP2IEyxFdXD3pkk5v_YJpx6oqw/w319-h400/501.png" width="319" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; 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font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the August 9, 1993 entry she described a guy who asked her out, but she had a boyfriend. The second half of the page, along with the next page, is written in larger writing, as if she revisited the page later:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZR2W7ll8yLmJieFTb1VSarFszHqG3ooKG0wHM1UOoE2zIXa1U3vvzDtY1ULkZf_qDYualzyXZhY5xXwh0ixJU0EI9bW-qtrubglqTHATpgzNSLkAcJMZkLA6o3dS7BmbklWgJbijZ_eQWiOOhphPb-lyMV2Rar9Qcd1SFvardnb66U3Vo1T9nA_Y23s/s1864/300.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1326" data-original-width="1864" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZR2W7ll8yLmJieFTb1VSarFszHqG3ooKG0wHM1UOoE2zIXa1U3vvzDtY1ULkZf_qDYualzyXZhY5xXwh0ixJU0EI9bW-qtrubglqTHATpgzNSLkAcJMZkLA6o3dS7BmbklWgJbijZ_eQWiOOhphPb-lyMV2Rar9Qcd1SFvardnb66U3Vo1T9nA_Y23s/w400-h285/300.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some people have commented that the two similar—yet slightly different styles of handwriting—in the diary suggest that it’s a forgery. I’m no handwriting expert: what do YOU think?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtvf9y5U8G2gUFqWCT46N6M3fEUOaCu6GoaQkaRvYxFBw13VuUUUg3u5-HmRUeUIlC8yD6feBOz880JkYQ0XB1jyZAX2cudRqrEDzuM3apW7P_T0mYkFWUui7ElofWCitGcw0MKn88hK-3HzdHUDrHrPHK0HwuNzaGoEPuI0T6EUngGWc96GJhyvlspY/s1880/500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1314" data-original-width="1880" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtvf9y5U8G2gUFqWCT46N6M3fEUOaCu6GoaQkaRvYxFBw13VuUUUg3u5-HmRUeUIlC8yD6feBOz880JkYQ0XB1jyZAX2cudRqrEDzuM3apW7P_T0mYkFWUui7ElofWCitGcw0MKn88hK-3HzdHUDrHrPHK0HwuNzaGoEPuI0T6EUngGWc96GJhyvlspY/w400-h280/500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsypcaPPoxL-HLl-xjKo-eacWCjpeQZAhwcnbhHs0g6W4bT0RyMztEZv_7R2w9c8HCE9aVzK5QaTF6LhBkJQlPP1MLrDlRAsDzr5J_461XIjdMLVc0JrmFSs03-MxaSbM4mpb529GhaF1wm7PBD8eVkl5G2FQyvxiqsoa-UNI2de1rCvtIu8k04jv7foI/s400/%3F.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="274" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsypcaPPoxL-HLl-xjKo-eacWCjpeQZAhwcnbhHs0g6W4bT0RyMztEZv_7R2w9c8HCE9aVzK5QaTF6LhBkJQlPP1MLrDlRAsDzr5J_461XIjdMLVc0JrmFSs03-MxaSbM4mpb529GhaF1wm7PBD8eVkl5G2FQyvxiqsoa-UNI2de1rCvtIu8k04jv7foI/w274-h400/%3F.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the following entry, from March 3 1994, she wants to ask someone to the ROTC dance. Is it David, who was eventually her date for this event? Or is it Rick?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dngvCzylEoAnC2qcHSB7uELfQm_CMEuRMPlFrBliiBf1XcaYMwcmIPai0Z2evD4138bOKZd0Mt9Pwut7FdX7faL4wOhfwaJoWSqbsJiDlkf9BGLMvezcZUb4LASyS2-voeuFrJI0VGN32R_NHr_IfobKrpqAuu8m8AJ3ZOjr-yXmEPZJ4wIJu0p89XI/s1907/700.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1324" data-original-width="1907" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dngvCzylEoAnC2qcHSB7uELfQm_CMEuRMPlFrBliiBf1XcaYMwcmIPai0Z2evD4138bOKZd0Mt9Pwut7FdX7faL4wOhfwaJoWSqbsJiDlkf9BGLMvezcZUb4LASyS2-voeuFrJI0VGN32R_NHr_IfobKrpqAuu8m8AJ3ZOjr-yXmEPZJ4wIJu0p89XI/w400-h278/700.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On March 3, 1994, she wonders at the prospect of having sex with a boy named Rick, but apparently revisits the page and writes that it was special for her “but a boy thing for him.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqse7hgUlx7c3-62wSYWZtLBaO6GBDsPsWjtaXGot0f8Fb1l3rTGama9Uq-EuGeKiIcUEErQ6HIvRH4n7uO6QEnjc5SmIyA1XHx5drEdDjshpuSyra588X_srremvk3b4rJlzDUoihXSjmxiQbbMtH4U71FnNUGiXZQC-RkFSgEr69do4tRrY5k30-wc/s1312/701.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHnRySHdJTQ07DNEct1K-0Yz26KIUks2jCKSdbOsqA4FQaXqOYAYc9WP-fUQFFmA55dnejN1epSJnKPIouYF_prqN9zNnE_Tkf06zAUG7jvqZK6qDv2xh0B70C8k_tlkVWsVl2isFHYWaycXslDEAZJVN-QtYcxr7_3ofxDAeTGSaXLJxuZEWV7cHmLY/s1847/800.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="1847" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHnRySHdJTQ07DNEct1K-0Yz26KIUks2jCKSdbOsqA4FQaXqOYAYc9WP-fUQFFmA55dnejN1epSJnKPIouYF_prqN9zNnE_Tkf06zAUG7jvqZK6qDv2xh0B70C8k_tlkVWsVl2isFHYWaycXslDEAZJVN-QtYcxr7_3ofxDAeTGSaXLJxuZEWV7cHmLY/w400-h283/800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On March 7, 1994, in a computer printout, she gets pretty graphic about fooling around with someone—is it the same guy?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6W0a1tLEKmSIkI-HGwoainpzO-vXTAE_Z79l003GyBVBz1wiT_V6P8jGpQdY02D1WBbjRtqW4_OCHSSLL1huJs5F-ZFdPMmVDhq4-ILvVgePzW5zFEum1ydvcDI40Tz47UpIJmk5xFJWwG2jbn2DzD5NwT0B9uCMA-TYdWkdo9dyN-sZ-p2Fz4ujBns/s1408/900.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="1408" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6W0a1tLEKmSIkI-HGwoainpzO-vXTAE_Z79l003GyBVBz1wiT_V6P8jGpQdY02D1WBbjRtqW4_OCHSSLL1huJs5F-ZFdPMmVDhq4-ILvVgePzW5zFEum1ydvcDI40Tz47UpIJmk5xFJWwG2jbn2DzD5NwT0B9uCMA-TYdWkdo9dyN-sZ-p2Fz4ujBns/w400-h283/900.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On March 22 she seems satisfied with a lover, but then there is a months-long gap, after which on June 14, 1994, she writes that the boy never cared about her. However, she met David, with whom she is smitten. She loves him but doesn’t “know if it will last, he (will) probably get mad at me so much that he won’t want me around him no more.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SuX7hcBK2j-sDPndbTtF-5jTrpb9eZ4yYWAue8Nf-ynh82S2mJ1uUniiU4wwG8-SGOuJMCkvey8Zd2TwZX9M3GfbimCyQGp7lsj38zbGwZhXCodrnlL41z9aFbgIMgiT-_XsyJLvH4Wh5_0Bo0zWyfID7f_8G-27lHQRPs1laP42B5ITR5I7iYf2jgs/s1285/998.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="908" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SuX7hcBK2j-sDPndbTtF-5jTrpb9eZ4yYWAue8Nf-ynh82S2mJ1uUniiU4wwG8-SGOuJMCkvey8Zd2TwZX9M3GfbimCyQGp7lsj38zbGwZhXCodrnlL41z9aFbgIMgiT-_XsyJLvH4Wh5_0Bo0zWyfID7f_8G-27lHQRPs1laP42B5ITR5I7iYf2jgs/w283-h400/998.jpeg" width="283" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRycwOJ_E78WXY1uRP7N37CquGOt-joe76Q4ODapb5Yd_HLXMCE8cGAAamdqPQhlemWQPFDbkyfTxZNWi-Erd7_jXZN8vqcYygVsfqZc0C-qJYmVGYfjlyHJblkL6DlGjWkCnkbuTNBIJkQoyB-7UW5YjQ4LDxTvIl4hHnufdbDh8fJB5i3X_N_2t-Po/s887/tammy%20diary%20problem%20with%20parents%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="887" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRycwOJ_E78WXY1uRP7N37CquGOt-joe76Q4ODapb5Yd_HLXMCE8cGAAamdqPQhlemWQPFDbkyfTxZNWi-Erd7_jXZN8vqcYygVsfqZc0C-qJYmVGYfjlyHJblkL6DlGjWkCnkbuTNBIJkQoyB-7UW5YjQ4LDxTvIl4hHnufdbDh8fJB5i3X_N_2t-Po/w400-h258/tammy%20diary%20problem%20with%20parents%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On June 14 again she believes she’s pregnant:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUCBQfLNq6Jiw6rgBhfrG1Aae_ZJMU5tfNotIOLlmXwAbTNHP_dwbisMd8vjUEVKCHKpjd09r3avjZamuCfEImnrHjYM8YMKO_RMeMw1jhYAxsBV6cis_BsuTys77so5rCbm6cCr7nr_kMM-8n_WD4m0K8DhPUppZhK5CM5o9ZWdcCsspRzJVMSUAHUY/s1046/1010.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="908" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUCBQfLNq6Jiw6rgBhfrG1Aae_ZJMU5tfNotIOLlmXwAbTNHP_dwbisMd8vjUEVKCHKpjd09r3avjZamuCfEImnrHjYM8YMKO_RMeMw1jhYAxsBV6cis_BsuTys77so5rCbm6cCr7nr_kMM-8n_WD4m0K8DhPUppZhK5CM5o9ZWdcCsspRzJVMSUAHUY/w348-h400/1010.jpeg" width="348" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In another departure, she writes a diary entry in a spiral notebook on July 15, 1994—her last one, a week before she disappeared—in which she snuck out, went over her “boyfriend’s” house, and was “making love.” Was this David or someone else? At one point that summer she did tell David she was pregnant, but according to one of David’s relatives, she didn’t say (and probably didn’t know) how who the father was.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrOLPSUhUHWr3RchGbPEBIIgD7uV2K2VlVaUuNLpuJTrL8YtSazZQpcuEIg1n_6FZNMFV8w52J8ILfTo0HjVgv-wSim46cGmPRJDq0YIiG1Iz6z9s-bW16G5YuPw6IGY7tSOpywDhyJ4wb8md6NGtsw-L5l9_RbFukhN-Dt-0Rk2eqWDzMI3R3HmE-xo/s1779/1100.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1779" data-original-width="1213" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnrOLPSUhUHWr3RchGbPEBIIgD7uV2K2VlVaUuNLpuJTrL8YtSazZQpcuEIg1n_6FZNMFV8w52J8ILfTo0HjVgv-wSim46cGmPRJDq0YIiG1Iz6z9s-bW16G5YuPw6IGY7tSOpywDhyJ4wb8md6NGtsw-L5l9_RbFukhN-Dt-0Rk2eqWDzMI3R3HmE-xo/w273-h400/1100.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLaTY22CqINKHJyKLI6e270bdf7s0YkLRRCKf2xWgu_Fy4O3gx-30o4T53NvSyG3f0laeTv10etj7BLbPDYXgCKz82iNrTYBxkYuOm3h00YuxkE-W7kLTMGkEIBpDaWEqwfBcUDf1YyxZL5Fbd9e5NwJR1Ec0MBNPu8-3ATa_58wdxolziQQJghIS_pc/s1612/1200.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="1243" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLaTY22CqINKHJyKLI6e270bdf7s0YkLRRCKf2xWgu_Fy4O3gx-30o4T53NvSyG3f0laeTv10etj7BLbPDYXgCKz82iNrTYBxkYuOm3h00YuxkE-W7kLTMGkEIBpDaWEqwfBcUDf1YyxZL5Fbd9e5NwJR1Ec0MBNPu8-3ATa_58wdxolziQQJghIS_pc/w309-h400/1200.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The diary entries lack description of the physical battles Tammy and her mother used to get into—fights that others recall—and there is no mention of physical abuse suffered at the hands of a boyfriend. Maybe she didn’t share EVERYTHING in her diary, knowing that her mother snooped in it, and there is also talk of another lock-and-key diary that hasn’t been accounted for. Was the “lost diary” more graphic?</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s choice in lovers and boyfriends has long been the subject of scrutiny within the family since her death. At the time, like any parent, they didn’t want to get in her way, unless there were some obvious red flags. In retrospect, Richard wishes he had taken more notice of them.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To wit, one night in early 1994, Richard was asked by a neighborhood father to retrieve his mentally-challenged daughter from the house of one of Tammy’s ex-boyfriends, fearing she was intoxicated and being taken advantage of. Why the father didn’t do this himself is unknown, but when Richard went to the house, he looked in the basement window and saw the ex-boyfriend and his brother having sex with the girl on a mattress. Well, actually, it was the ex-boyfriend’s brother banging away at her, with the ex-boyfriend standing there, watching and naked, ready for his turn—if he hadn’t had it already.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard knocked on the door. “When I called her name, she came to the door naked and not walking straight,” he said. “I told her to go find her clothes, and that I’m bringing her home. I told the two boys to stay right there at the door with me. They did. I never entered their house. She came out, and I walked her home. She kept saying, ‘Please don't tell anyone what you saw.’ All she could do was laugh and say she was sorry. She was very drunk.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy's boyfriends and other casual sex partners: did any of them play a role in her death? “I didn’t really get to know these boys,” said Richard. Even when they came over to visit, how much can you learn from someone who is obviously on his best behavior? But as we’re learning from Tammy’s diary entries and personal accounts, one (or more) of them used her just for sex, one was a rapist, and one was possibly a batterer.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Was one of them a murderer?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="post-footer" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; 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text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-87180290017838812332023-10-05T21:15:00.018-04:002023-12-21T14:09:16.366-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 11: The Pit and the Grave—and the World Beyond<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfy5KMBh964jWqyinhYxhWE9F7urka5onBBAHc_6bs73K-hfijNwOE4hC8dvb_DNVNriM0bBTqJAh6u353VqD9Eeqs3gf3yq3MaEUGry6bvI-ZE-g-qXMcr679xtb-MwyowCqHUJfSm914z-MZv_KNs33UKO7sijtVYGIR-qB-EB7gW1sIoatYlUkFFZ0/s1159/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-05%20at%209.00.51%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2d2d2d;">What happened to the missing case file and evidence in the 1994 Tammy Lynds murder? In 2013, the DA’s office told Richard Lynds that it all had been lost.</span></span><span style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">To be sure, the mishandling of evidence has long been a sore point for the Springfield Police. The department hasn’t exactly been plagued by the scandals about lost evidence in homicide investigations that other local agencies have suffered from, including the missing weapon in West Springfield’s 1982 Joanne Welch murder (a belt) and the 1972 bludgeoning death of Danny Croteau in Chicopee (a rock).</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVnFF5V0A3niVnN3eWlB-0PcpaX3vzh1IoyB4yQH-or5ru6X2Q9-dAxcWLHMbSvVNh1akkffHku5igN3tHu-V-lcyxEARfyYfK3IVRSnb29HxCSVH3rhWjngnuAyphWf2xMdWjFcM0San-6Fvr3fo1bvauZMoOde9Fl4ldjXR4DT6s2H1xsh6NnLYLwo/s486/70609762_114992359891950_7099980548340187136_n.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="486" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVnFF5V0A3niVnN3eWlB-0PcpaX3vzh1IoyB4yQH-or5ru6X2Q9-dAxcWLHMbSvVNh1akkffHku5igN3tHu-V-lcyxEARfyYfK3IVRSnb29HxCSVH3rhWjngnuAyphWf2xMdWjFcM0San-6Fvr3fo1bvauZMoOde9Fl4ldjXR4DT6s2H1xsh6NnLYLwo/w400-h184/70609762_114992359891950_7099980548340187136_n.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Still, the 2016 <a href="https://www.wwlp.com/news/ex-springfield-police-officer-kevin-burnham-died-before-pleading-guilty/" target="_blank">arrest of Springfield Police narcotics evidence officer Kevin Burnham</a> sent shock waves through the community when he was accused of stealing nearly $400,000 from the evidence room at the Pearl Street headquarters over the years. The department’s sloppy record keeping came into the spotlight with this embarrassing case (he ended up killing himself because of it), but the chaos of its evidence storage conditions had been long documented before that, including a 2009 story in the Springfield Republican newspaper mentioning that the evidence room being so cramped and overflowing that some evidence had to be kept in holding cells.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Moreover, a newspaper story in 2000 about the outgrown and outdated station pointed out that overflow evidence was being stored in a trailer truck behind the building.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Were the Tammy Lynds file and evidence in her case mislabeled or lost during one of those hasty storage transfers, or was it simply thrown away because the murder wasn’t labeled an unsolved homicide publicly until it was listed as such on the DA’s website in 2012?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #323b45; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard has long argued that Tammy’s lost case file and evidence were somehow buried with her in 1994, a theory that doesn’t hold up under scrutiny, because there are easier ways to destroy files and evidence than putting it in her casket, where it could be exhumed and see the light of day. However, at present, Richard is trying to reach out to the Sampson Funeral Home to get an itemized list of what exactly was in her casket. As far as he knows, all that was placed in there was Tammy’s body, her photo, and her dress. But maybe there’s more—rumor has it that multiple people had put cards and letters in the coffin.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">What if Tammy’s missing lock-and-key diary, the diary seen by no-one but her mother Susan, were somehow slipped into the casket? It could hold vital information—yes, possibly also embarrassing revelations about her fights with her mother and other family secrets—but also possible details about the days leading up to her disappearance. Does the possibility about a stashed diary and its potential revelations, along with other messages, make the case for exhuming Tammy’s body?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard thinks so, pointing out that there also have been advances in forensic technology in the past three decades. However, the victim/witness advocate in the DA’s Office told him that an exhumation is not warranted in this case—a judge would have to sign a court order to get this done. And after all, what could they glean from a skeleton that has now been underground for that long? Well, it can be argued that things have changed since 1994—anthropologists have taken a progressively larger role in medical examiner’s offices over the years, and there have been increased—and more accurate—bone trauma analyses of skeletal remains in the past few decades. These improvements include the improved analysis of sharp force trauma, and since a knife was found under Tammy’s skeleton, her remains might be worth another look.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Could a new analysis allow for the events surrounding her death to be reconstructed, and possibly affect the manner-of-death classification? Richard pointed out that in 1994, the handling of the crime scene was rushed— there was no evidence van when police scoured the area behind the logs where Tammy was found. He submitted a photo taken of the television screen of the news report:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuxQftaj7imGlvIEFuPHHqjkMqudb7g2x1L_nF5kASA5577cbEUjMZ5lPyuEh8O8w4vuaIu2-ODov6k8Cv_LnB8BartqbrPURTgeWRcGfRjqB0hfyniSFRkYfyZJ6Tsoav0Aog8zh_nQubw252xI34ZDrQm9s1ce5rLzj3SxZZhaUM7GDTXhq3FlpWlY/s600/bag.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuxQftaj7imGlvIEFuPHHqjkMqudb7g2x1L_nF5kASA5577cbEUjMZ5lPyuEh8O8w4vuaIu2-ODov6k8Cv_LnB8BartqbrPURTgeWRcGfRjqB0hfyniSFRkYfyZJ6Tsoav0Aog8zh_nQubw252xI34ZDrQm9s1ce5rLzj3SxZZhaUM7GDTXhq3FlpWlY/w400-h300/bag.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Two officers picked up the bag, walked over to one of the police cars and dumped the bag in the trunk of the car and left,” said Richard. A newspaper story reported that Fox Road was closed for more than three hours during the crime scene investigation. We don’t know how long investigators were there, but at the risk of sounding like armchair detectives, it’s widely known that crime scene investigations typically take days, not hours. </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #323b45; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The notion of a teenage gathering spot in the woods called The Pit has come up as a possibility of where Tammy was heading the night she went missing. There’s was a sand pit in the woods at the southern end of Lamont Street—woods that have long been replaced with housing.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">You can see The Pit as the white speck in the 1997 Google Earth photo below:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2wkDG0MqQY_fwAYam4G-e-mqes24EoYIiz2Mdd68A0a_l7QABZwf9YQmQtS85inret6bK4KHhXiVpPDkYmO7dNbzOf0WA94iKQO4t1TwkfLKFM0ZS7zu0phyBCgvm6F8enXL4nYcVDQ2TG6EKejFaWwNNiEpUQhjpED2X65gWXYbbJAk5UX9OcADfXw/s466/sand%20pit.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="466" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2wkDG0MqQY_fwAYam4G-e-mqes24EoYIiz2Mdd68A0a_l7QABZwf9YQmQtS85inret6bK4KHhXiVpPDkYmO7dNbzOf0WA94iKQO4t1TwkfLKFM0ZS7zu0phyBCgvm6F8enXL4nYcVDQ2TG6EKejFaWwNNiEpUQhjpED2X65gWXYbbJAk5UX9OcADfXw/w400-h331/sand%20pit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In fact, my friends and I spent the night partying and sleeping in this opening in the woods, which were nicknamed Strawberry Fields by locals, on July 4, 1980–an evening detailed <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2010/07/paving-of-our-precious-pine-point-party.html" target="_blank">in another blog post</a>.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The sand pit still existed in 2001 in this <a href="http://historicaerials.com/%22%20%5Ct%20%22_blank"><span class="s1" style="color: #106dd6;">historicaerials.com</span></a> photo.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignmOaQhOseYcO7ZyHlyIc2ZM-BGl72aOpXR1RaKUa1zGbe3viSdew1vCRCTAVltNydx6MQHLShzHVG1oDj9ImUhZ_4HMRDGPLOdd_pPslHMyc8BoYRsNhZMN4idLcSvtiRwGrGUbpt_0LYMcDi66melFeImdmTcosjBD-70uC3zd49wgVhzPI0WsCBdQ/s743/sand%20pit%202001.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="743" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignmOaQhOseYcO7ZyHlyIc2ZM-BGl72aOpXR1RaKUa1zGbe3viSdew1vCRCTAVltNydx6MQHLShzHVG1oDj9ImUhZ_4HMRDGPLOdd_pPslHMyc8BoYRsNhZMN4idLcSvtiRwGrGUbpt_0LYMcDi66melFeImdmTcosjBD-70uC3zd49wgVhzPI0WsCBdQ/w400-h355/sand%20pit%202001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">That pit was right where Pearson Drive is now. I had screen grabbed a Google Maps aerial photo years ago before they built houses there, right in the middle:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb70s0cWJq13a2Alz4UUY99MhBiNzCgPDZj_h9F1otPL_D1XVSzxfAnQoSZIkNmI76rTRZbfFGpbBBICVHhgSowHga7yveEZgjbRDwJAPRiv1bF1O7TfPaqC_1QxVFPWb6-crsVDXpSyxNzSGDwUZDrzwI9fWgzwTdibCbaeWdhS3s-NWQViv2jDCuD5s/s481/pearson%20drive.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="354" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb70s0cWJq13a2Alz4UUY99MhBiNzCgPDZj_h9F1otPL_D1XVSzxfAnQoSZIkNmI76rTRZbfFGpbBBICVHhgSowHga7yveEZgjbRDwJAPRiv1bF1O7TfPaqC_1QxVFPWb6-crsVDXpSyxNzSGDwUZDrzwI9fWgzwTdibCbaeWdhS3s-NWQViv2jDCuD5s/w295-h400/pearson%20drive.png" width="295" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There is also a pit in the woods across the street from where Tammy was discovered—off the southwestern side of Fox Road. Here is its location, at the head of the arrow to the right:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-DpFGnWHHEv23QLDfAKt5jBQCf4xvmG_Jdrytu31Zlpb55OsbhgI8D6D8JJa2zHaM_cb2SZyLF_DIlElnD0WXtMAGnK8I9SiMb9nPWpzv2MRXuvXw6dDnD7NDpY_a4hjZa1tq_Je_Wrl5ZiCFkJsUw2loja4b4irV3D3TCfKE-TA_Gv13W7SMStHVEw/s490/thumbnail.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="490" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-DpFGnWHHEv23QLDfAKt5jBQCf4xvmG_Jdrytu31Zlpb55OsbhgI8D6D8JJa2zHaM_cb2SZyLF_DIlElnD0WXtMAGnK8I9SiMb9nPWpzv2MRXuvXw6dDnD7NDpY_a4hjZa1tq_Je_Wrl5ZiCFkJsUw2loja4b4irV3D3TCfKE-TA_Gv13W7SMStHVEw/w400-h350/thumbnail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">These woods have long been the domain of squatters, especially in the east end of North Branch Park, where there has been a homeless encampment behind the Walmart building for decades. In fact, a homeless person from the neighborhood lives near the Fox Road pit right now.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In 2019, paranormal investigator Lou Rock and his team investigated the area and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD1fR5K4ids&t=1555s" target="_blank">documented it on video</a>. They dug a little bit in the pit, and found a pair of women’s underwear:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMGlmSy44APNE5n9KWLsVgdRVp6mN0rJJ_XhlFvgbbfOqx447tY-8HDvwlAjP2MA-f-T5wWCvBflA2ptR-lnacpj4lmL-yf0-xIHxkKEVbpmuyWGdnGfhz5Var0d_sH1BBBDMbwnsCwZLL7YHZP0pG3x-JckuKbUmcT6odJ7NLJk1YxtqK6ISJu8T6lM/s1432/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-04%20at%207.33.50%20PM.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1432" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMGlmSy44APNE5n9KWLsVgdRVp6mN0rJJ_XhlFvgbbfOqx447tY-8HDvwlAjP2MA-f-T5wWCvBflA2ptR-lnacpj4lmL-yf0-xIHxkKEVbpmuyWGdnGfhz5Var0d_sH1BBBDMbwnsCwZLL7YHZP0pG3x-JckuKbUmcT6odJ7NLJk1YxtqK6ISJu8T6lM/w400-h219/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-04%20at%207.33.50%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhz26eRUbbr6Uf45UqoHq-H7A5Sn-QS5C7qM90AWZ9KdsC6Po-evKMlUJXOawmztROP4agQ3e4iCkek2CQwIxgrcOBe8AuOQGfdnIg39QWjtr11PNdeos65ORt9D40HeilwACRW_4GEB01XpUJrLhNRIZWIP2YEZA76Yz1GuvL6TpBJYDQitvjQVzg94/s1792/pit%20underwear.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhz26eRUbbr6Uf45UqoHq-H7A5Sn-QS5C7qM90AWZ9KdsC6Po-evKMlUJXOawmztROP4agQ3e4iCkek2CQwIxgrcOBe8AuOQGfdnIg39QWjtr11PNdeos65ORt9D40HeilwACRW_4GEB01XpUJrLhNRIZWIP2YEZA76Yz1GuvL6TpBJYDQitvjQVzg94/w400-h185/pit%20underwear.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">However, according to an inventory of items found with Tammy’s remains, Tammy was wearing a pair of underwear when she was killed, so the undergarment on the video were likely not hers, unless she had brought a change of clothes. Her sister, Allison, said Tammy had brought nothing with her, but she also said Tammy was dressed in all black the night she vanished and she was found inexplicably wearing jeans. Furthermore, a year later, relatives and friends found a blouse in the Fox Road woods. When they showed it to Allison, she “turned pale and said, ‘that’s the one Tammy was wearing,’” wrote their mother, Susan, in the many notes she took after the murder.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The police refused to accept the blouse as evidence, saying it had been contaminated, and they would certainly say the same thing about underwear found by civilians decades later.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Did a change of clothes take place for Tammy in the night of July 21, 1994 or later? If so, it raises the possibility that Tammy could have spent the night somewhere (she did allegedly tell a friend she was running away to a lover’s house hours before) and was killed afterward.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In any case, I may be making an overassumption here, but it’s unlikely Tammy was killed in the area of the Fox Road pit. Who would risk dragging her across the road and getting caught? If anything, he or they would have pulled her deeper into the woods, away from a path. It’s true the murderer could potentially stand at the edge of the woods and around 3:00 a.m., and if he heard nothing and saw no headlights on Grayson Drive or North Branch Parkway, he could go for it—haul a 115-pound girl across the road and then using all his might to pick her up and throw her over a log. This would leave her much, much closer to discovery and leave the perp all sorts of ways to leave evidence, including DNA.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLv8BqT9xNItwh8CTBVjy_1jgqW5p-dc5u17r0pzU1un6vFsWOP3keMwy3fZcEbv8YLJY-lImVbM3unGqZ-wmQtEOO2bL_Za8WmAvGuQU9GGB-FuPwv60z-7Ds1Xq1jhqCgzr6qmABN6dJ4B9OEMqX1_R8ttChano_5LRt1Q4EQuhrAnOlrlTfefBDGPs/s537/308756170_402442598739200_6025069484734226515_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLv8BqT9xNItwh8CTBVjy_1jgqW5p-dc5u17r0pzU1un6vFsWOP3keMwy3fZcEbv8YLJY-lImVbM3unGqZ-wmQtEOO2bL_Za8WmAvGuQU9GGB-FuPwv60z-7Ds1Xq1jhqCgzr6qmABN6dJ4B9OEMqX1_R8ttChano_5LRt1Q4EQuhrAnOlrlTfefBDGPs/w273-h400/308756170_402442598739200_6025069484734226515_n.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #323b45; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Lou Rock’s paranormal investigations of the Tammy Lynds murder include more than 15 videos that include attempted communications with her using a “spirit box” that rapidly scans radio frequencies to contact the dead. In my second post on the Tammy Lynds murder, I disparaged the spirit box, despite the fact that his interviews with Richard and Allison were not only heartfelt, but also revealing, disclosing for the first time that a knife was discovered under Tammy, and divulging the names of two people she was “dating”—Ricky and David.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">His first videos on Tammy Lynds in 2019, taken when the murder was long off the public’s radar, reinvigorated the case’s tired blood and got people interested in the murder again.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So last May I took out the part in my blog post in which I questioned the validity of using the spirit box. Just because I don’t believe in it doesn’t give me the right to put it down. For all I know, there may be something to it—I certainly don’t discount the existence of paranormal phenomena. These spirit box sessions began after Lou Rock swore he had been contacted by Tammy from beyond, but this isn’t the only spectral event associated with the murder: there was Richard’s “vision” of Tammy detailed at the end of the <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" target="_blank">last post</a>.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And, according to notes taken by Tammy’s mother Susan, two years after Tammy’s death, a couple of the girl’s old friends were walking in the woods close to where she was found when one of them heard light footsteps following them and “Find my killer” was whispered into his ear:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp272xWce0eLlKh_YdOTciqoLnqR49QGnfzqLe0ycc78IAIkcouScceEePjNuznv5L5bUnLRDKtKW7yp3Nlg28PYhLUhx3sDMf1dofSo4DFxpzGd6rsASXNmi9UsPlOi6wxiyh0SpQyjtPC_Omho8aJV-h527GIvGWu1yJ56yZm05Cdxo11AH9VgwZjU/s1449/thumbnail-1.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="1449" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp272xWce0eLlKh_YdOTciqoLnqR49QGnfzqLe0ycc78IAIkcouScceEePjNuznv5L5bUnLRDKtKW7yp3Nlg28PYhLUhx3sDMf1dofSo4DFxpzGd6rsASXNmi9UsPlOi6wxiyh0SpQyjtPC_Omho8aJV-h527GIvGWu1yJ56yZm05Cdxo11AH9VgwZjU/w400-h116/thumbnail-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I’ll have to admit these aren’t the first supernatural occurrences in a murder case that I’ve heard of. On April 14,1989, in the Apremont Triangle area of downtown Springfield, Springfield College student Eric Palmer was stabbed to death after leaving the Boardwalk Pub on Chestnut Street. His girlfriend, who was clubbed to the sidewalk in the attack, was getting ready to testify against the assailant nearly a year later in the trial when weird things started happening in her off-campus apartment. They were the kind of occurrences usually attributed to a poltergeist: rearranged furniture overnight, disappearing objects from closets, sink faucets inexplicably turned on, and doors slamming.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The events ratcheted up in the final days of the trial, and Palmer’s girlfriend and her roommates really did attribute all this weirdness to his restless soul seeking justice—the mysterious incidents all stopped when Charles Fryar Jr. was convicted of first degree murder.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So far be it from me to give no credence to this stuff. Allison, in her interview with Lou Rock, said she believes that until Tammy gets justice, her spirit still wanders the earth. “I know she’s not at peace,” said Allison. “I know she goes between where she was found on Fox Road to the house we grew up in on Lamont Street to where she’s buried. And she’s in limbo. Until she’s able to get closure, she’s never going to be at peace.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7712790532627559285" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-77127905326275592852023-09-17T11:03:00.017-04:002023-12-21T14:09:47.574-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 10: Bits and Pieces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6R4jHfY6qd51eAkXk4Tuxr8sKS3Twq0-SEGjpJc8yrkKy4yTKrq8gVEdGby2L8xGKimUnEbMrCb0zBG0HXntUWNDP9Jickb-eVmfqznJN9ph6vPzCfvzt5dOP66bm-MV-yo_w0p1NDnsLT7ejasvbqAQDoVrBhPWC-IqqvBqixLIWqZzUCN0e32erNGU/s560/70947613_115067539884432_8076294037117599744_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="560" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6R4jHfY6qd51eAkXk4Tuxr8sKS3Twq0-SEGjpJc8yrkKy4yTKrq8gVEdGby2L8xGKimUnEbMrCb0zBG0HXntUWNDP9Jickb-eVmfqznJN9ph6vPzCfvzt5dOP66bm-MV-yo_w0p1NDnsLT7ejasvbqAQDoVrBhPWC-IqqvBqixLIWqZzUCN0e32erNGU/w400-h384/70947613_115067539884432_8076294037117599744_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When people talk about dreamers, the often-used cliché is that they have their head in the clouds. However, Tammy Lynds had her head in the stars: she was fascinated with outer space. “She wanted to be an astronaut,” said her father, Richard. “I think her goal was to be on one of the space shuttle missions. When we went on a trip to Florida, in April of 1994, we went to Cape Canaveral, and she was very excited. In high school, she was in the Air Force Junior ROTC, which she was very interested in. I felt that was her future direction.</span></span><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">”</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYDxa1TUVtQ3L6fuBW4RN8fHUvlVVQxNYNOlfqExSOgTV4xPYsXZkfHwNQmDVhmxZdfsZ0SNypSaHDx7ZaP_-KUgebjCDd-4XgIHBVy9EBJYy11JeJSmZ4jyCi4pGD9R262tvNxHPMMk8ic_PrROV65DeN27qqylLXDnN3m5xOiDELNowSm2m4dk02QM/s730/70350560_115067723217747_8986933984130760704_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="730" data-original-width="487" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYDxa1TUVtQ3L6fuBW4RN8fHUvlVVQxNYNOlfqExSOgTV4xPYsXZkfHwNQmDVhmxZdfsZ0SNypSaHDx7ZaP_-KUgebjCDd-4XgIHBVy9EBJYy11JeJSmZ4jyCi4pGD9R262tvNxHPMMk8ic_PrROV65DeN27qqylLXDnN3m5xOiDELNowSm2m4dk02QM/w266-h400/70350560_115067723217747_8986933984130760704_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwCWqU94UFSKDLNsGZPFxu6FWbhzRAlUzNOZWCEmu8tOL4FTbnSgHMBSBjGw5EO8hudsyV-apY-4qslCYYhbqbPESNbFpqMsDQt04D2mDXy2VR-dMJBe4Et8QjSD8hDJlFqXDaicCO1aQOH-xG6q_6JyLaxCX9en3KtsKD1AeyG2ST-hXGCuhz8xaYpw/s960/kennedy%20space%20center.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwCWqU94UFSKDLNsGZPFxu6FWbhzRAlUzNOZWCEmu8tOL4FTbnSgHMBSBjGw5EO8hudsyV-apY-4qslCYYhbqbPESNbFpqMsDQt04D2mDXy2VR-dMJBe4Et8QjSD8hDJlFqXDaicCO1aQOH-xG6q_6JyLaxCX9en3KtsKD1AeyG2ST-hXGCuhz8xaYpw/w400-h300/kennedy%20space%20center.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVlO4AIg1PTDY_DvIy892BiumBG1Af96085vWmugM-Eb4-ELWVkv7oC4f18Z_T8f9DICzWHT9FNJmDA5q3jwn3excXJqxU7F53ObwJXYtrWesHSFfrxOOMHYYJecLV6F27VHQ_iaBQJ9T8JsnnhVJayJvbaWupLidfeXF_3M2wC2-dHZ38kdPtZ33AyM/s960/70691242_117027469688439_5311529790891622400_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVlO4AIg1PTDY_DvIy892BiumBG1Af96085vWmugM-Eb4-ELWVkv7oC4f18Z_T8f9DICzWHT9FNJmDA5q3jwn3excXJqxU7F53ObwJXYtrWesHSFfrxOOMHYYJecLV6F27VHQ_iaBQJ9T8JsnnhVJayJvbaWupLidfeXF_3M2wC2-dHZ38kdPtZ33AyM/w400-h300/70691242_117027469688439_5311529790891622400_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx5BFc8C9a9tt2cmUXAPpS3c5tlxhSUQ6aSja65ZY_IfPclgF9OKaHmC4dzam7Oc2mFfq6s7l1QZXUbf_nwO5Q722CSZkj_Jq9tVyvLhlMn5r9Lg0EESWy-EB6FbcGdHnitxHP3J8PAAz39r6LpuKIT3Yp4HfHtLteqElvqeP3Q20-58JOf6HJUmaCR8/s960/71201683_117027546355098_4668188241646583808_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx5BFc8C9a9tt2cmUXAPpS3c5tlxhSUQ6aSja65ZY_IfPclgF9OKaHmC4dzam7Oc2mFfq6s7l1QZXUbf_nwO5Q722CSZkj_Jq9tVyvLhlMn5r9Lg0EESWy-EB6FbcGdHnitxHP3J8PAAz39r6LpuKIT3Yp4HfHtLteqElvqeP3Q20-58JOf6HJUmaCR8/w400-h300/71201683_117027546355098_4668188241646583808_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Indeed, she loved the Air Force Junior ROTC, especially because some Air Force pilots go on to become astronauts. In her freshman year at Central High School she attended her first ROTC Ball with her boyfriend, David. It was also her last. Her dreams and her future ended on the night of July 21, 1994, when she was murdered.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy’s friend Sindy Pabon remembers attending the ROTC Ball the following year, and it began on a somber note. “Some of us who knew her started crying without a word being said when we saw each other, because we all knew we were all thinking the same thing—that we were still very much missing and grieving our friend,” she said. “Tammy's death truly did affect a lot of people.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_uj4klMv7m25-ic8-n6ycuzZDB1TiBQPXhSjEHtdCUuAQz6j13v3ezUOXqAk8-ZXvPrA2Fvn0vDLGq8uHY_UJeNNKXkjvZsOq-cYSX2rh8Uvi9AN7rqC5pY3zD3NhGxrZ0e7GTGSvIgGWdmJ9Y82-gKKH_AUBpHfig05MZ7LZjlGOz4CRKiBueyr0gQ/s2015/79205484_162859071771945_6233792155630960640_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1479" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_uj4klMv7m25-ic8-n6ycuzZDB1TiBQPXhSjEHtdCUuAQz6j13v3ezUOXqAk8-ZXvPrA2Fvn0vDLGq8uHY_UJeNNKXkjvZsOq-cYSX2rh8Uvi9AN7rqC5pY3zD3NhGxrZ0e7GTGSvIgGWdmJ9Y82-gKKH_AUBpHfig05MZ7LZjlGOz4CRKiBueyr0gQ/w294-h400/79205484_162859071771945_6233792155630960640_n.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In this blog series on Tammy’s murder, information about the type of person she was—her goals, feelings, and desires—and some of the facts and rumors surrounding her slaying, have come to me in bits and pieces. The police case file has been lost, so everything has to be put together in a piecemeal fashion instead of a linear story line. The Lynds had been investigating Tammy’s murder this way as well—since 1994 they have gotten details in dribs and drabs over the years, much of the information documented in Richard’s three-ring binder containing what he has learned about the homicide. Indeed, in this binder collection, there are partial diaries from Tammy, and the handwritten notes of Tammy’s mother Susan covered miscellaneous conversations she had with her daughter’s friends and acquaintances over the years. Some of Susan’s discussions were interesting and informative, others led to blind alleys. What’s particularly frustrating is that 29 years after the murder, few people seem to be talking about the murder anymore.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nonetheless, I press on, 11 years after writing my first post on the Tammy Lynds murder, because lately some people have cared enough to contact me about the case. But with a missing police case file, and little physical evidence—because Tammy was found as a skeleton nearly three months after she vanished into the night—and with even the lack of an official cause of death, looking into this crime is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle without being able to look at the picture on top of the box. It also has many missing pieces, including all the border pieces. I have no idea how it’s going to turn out.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Do you think you have enough left in the tank to write a Part 10?” a friend of mine asked. Of course I do—there are still plenty of bits and pieces of information on the homicide to include. And you never know—one piece might lead to another missing piece, and maybe, eventually when you look at the puzzle, you have enough of the pieces put together to be able to see the big picture. Maybe, one day, we’ll figure out exactly what happened to Tammy Lynds.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In my previous nine posts on the murder, each post had a particular theme. This one is decidedly unaimed. But from what we know of other cold cases, small bits and pieces of information can sometimes end up creating large movement in an investigation.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So here they are: some bits and pieces.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As illustrated in Part 8, one of life’s biggest frustrations for Tammy’s friend and sometime lover Ricky (last name withheld) has been the longstanding rumor that he murdered her, partly because Tammy had told her sister Allison that she was meeting him the night she went missing, and a person named Ricky was mentioned in her diary as someone she was intimate with. She wrote that she had snuck out exactly a week earlier and had sex with an unnamed boy who many thought had to be Ricky, even though he insists it wasn’t him, and in his one-story house, there’s no upstairs bedroom, even though she wrote that they “went upstairs” to his room.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEGjrGsmYVOuv-X8O8Z1RWeAnxHmsTwBQg1CCPVKc-fHdepSMoy1NLimKzaIsONcz0wacnIrX26UqwpvQ-UAJ70I8_D-qZx4Sn11cvXRMCG_mizRX1T0Os0zLs5YGG4Ga-HvG1RmLIoN0h0XqpZxcKuzD_MZb53zpSJS8GF1KkAGE8ris1P5ATLkPWEA/s1458/ricky%20computer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="1458" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEGjrGsmYVOuv-X8O8Z1RWeAnxHmsTwBQg1CCPVKc-fHdepSMoy1NLimKzaIsONcz0wacnIrX26UqwpvQ-UAJ70I8_D-qZx4Sn11cvXRMCG_mizRX1T0Os0zLs5YGG4Ga-HvG1RmLIoN0h0XqpZxcKuzD_MZb53zpSJS8GF1KkAGE8ris1P5ATLkPWEA/w400-h275/ricky%20computer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBS54bRJBFZ0s4057jrWb0IdK2_HQnGBzTAhRiiA700BxsV47KRcytzUEQBuy7FiKFGXF54c41WTVsc-yPbOD1OUOeVhTU2fl34gr0OKoJqjYsM7BLPCG8PLMcR9k239cLrXB4-VIMlELk4Mf5G7MhNA7XEjK17XsKz4IUkYBPEt-No9OmuYPFxtI_Kg/s910/rick%20diary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="910" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBS54bRJBFZ0s4057jrWb0IdK2_HQnGBzTAhRiiA700BxsV47KRcytzUEQBuy7FiKFGXF54c41WTVsc-yPbOD1OUOeVhTU2fl34gr0OKoJqjYsM7BLPCG8PLMcR9k239cLrXB4-VIMlELk4Mf5G7MhNA7XEjK17XsKz4IUkYBPEt-No9OmuYPFxtI_Kg/w400-h341/rick%20diary.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Indeed, she wrote on her computer about having foreplay with a “Ricky” on March 7, 1994 in an account that ends in mid-sentence just as the encounter gets incredibly intense—as if someone walked in the room when she was writing it (or maybe it was deleted by Tammy or someone else?). Ricky said this diary entry was written months before he and Tammy first had sex. “I didn’t fool around with Tammy until after school was out, and there wasn’t much, if any foreplay,” he said. “I don’t recall calling Tammy and waking her up on my day off. Why would I have the day off and she didn’t?”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Now it turns out there might be another “Ricky.” There was a “Richy” in the address section of her diary with a 737 number, while Ricky’s—and everyone else’s in that neighborhood—began with 783):</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5GGeWgI1q_zbgFGBwqN9JwhwGzvyz6zFy45I915kf4a3E0DUQYqf-BOAdM5RLi-UjUtxcpP6k0r0wpz9qP-ozqgtsezT17MV3xKrsRKIV1t5a4LQKXNdD3vjPvJd7rmebi7eemne4Ia4O8dAGJvvlQcN3pcskyVgKdh2HdobMCnYfsp7dFtZBtCkNKY/s1259/richy%20phone%20number.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="893" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5GGeWgI1q_zbgFGBwqN9JwhwGzvyz6zFy45I915kf4a3E0DUQYqf-BOAdM5RLi-UjUtxcpP6k0r0wpz9qP-ozqgtsezT17MV3xKrsRKIV1t5a4LQKXNdD3vjPvJd7rmebi7eemne4Ia4O8dAGJvvlQcN3pcskyVgKdh2HdobMCnYfsp7dFtZBtCkNKY/w284-h400/richy%20phone%20number.png" width="284" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And a look at Tammy’s phone ledger revealed a Richy with the same phone number and a Carew Street address (Tammy spells it “Crew”). Some research reveals that he did, in fact, live at that address.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzrq44_GCWzujB9Sdo5lq-elfLlyMWKKXX0priJgx9BCocK4ex6lPCkZ6C9bFMXc7-Aiuc-yMuuwQQWPR0iROWIRDZmrtXeyiblco7RI81MXYYD7eQOBp0r6DEHnbzKACKu35cVdUwP0kk708PfGPSkEjrmSwy_C3_BvMhJoEzXbO30PWLy3aSF0RaAU/s865/richy%20phone%20ledger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="865" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSzrq44_GCWzujB9Sdo5lq-elfLlyMWKKXX0priJgx9BCocK4ex6lPCkZ6C9bFMXc7-Aiuc-yMuuwQQWPR0iROWIRDZmrtXeyiblco7RI81MXYYD7eQOBp0r6DEHnbzKACKu35cVdUwP0kk708PfGPSkEjrmSwy_C3_BvMhJoEzXbO30PWLy3aSF0RaAU/w400-h313/richy%20phone%20ledger.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">During the 1993-94 school year, ninth-graders at Central High School, which Tammy attended as a freshman, went to classes at Central Academy in the Van Sickle Middle School building on Carew Street in East Springfield, a 12-minute walk from Rich’s house, which had an upstairs. So there is a possibility that Tammy went over there. It doesn’t explain her calling him at 9:00 a.m. in an era when few people had cell phones, unless he skipped school. A little more research uncovers that Richy’s parents were separated, and one of them lived at a Grayson Drive address that is 300 feet from where they found Tammy. Also, “Richy” was called “Ricky” by many of his friends as a kid.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And here’s the kicker: a friend of Tammy recently claimed that she planned to run away the night she went missing because of constant fighting with her mother. When asked where she would go, she allegedly replied, “Ricky’s house.” Is there a possibility she was heading to Carew Street or Grayson Drive? Is this account even accurate?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It’s also possible that Tammy was using the name Ricky to cover up the identity of another person.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There is also the rumor that neighborhood youths, including Tammy, practiced witchcraft in the woods at the southern end of Gilbert Avenue. (These woods have been pretty much been eliminated in the last 30 years because of housing and a senior living facility.) Not only that, but Tammy was rumored to have been killed in a sacrifice in a satanic ritual. Tammy was wearing all black when she left her house her final time—was she dared out in the middle of the night to take part in an occult </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ceremony</span><span style="font-family: arial;">”</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> in which she was killed</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">?</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends said that everyone knew teenagers “did so-called witchcraft in any of the woods in our neighborhood.” But she downplays the seriousness of this practice, and it wasn’t done in any of the groups she hung out with. She had heard things, but said she’s “pretty sure it was just a bunch of kids dabbling in what they thought they could call witchcraft, and I don’t think that had anything to do with Tammy’s death.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In her frustration over the lack of movement on the case, Susan had mentioned in her notes that the original officers assigned to the case lost valuable time investigating by being suspended for misconduct “due to their involvement in another crime.” The reality was that homicide detectives Dennis O’Connor and Noberto Garcia were originally supposed to be suspended for a total of two days because their names were listed as directors in a corporation that owned Razzl’s bar in Springfield’s North End. It is a violation of police department rules to be involved in a liquor establishment.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">However, the officers’ listing on the document was a mistake, and their suspension was rescinded on May 31, 1995 after they appealed the penalty to the Police Commission. The fact of the matter is that they were never suspended, and that they had never been a target of previous departmental charges.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">To be sure, the lost Tammy Lynds murder case file and lost evidence contributed to the rumor that there was law enforcement involvement in Tammy’s murder. In her notes, Susan also mentioned a friend of Tammy talking about his former brother-in-law, an ex-cop, who allegedly claimed that police officers were paid off to ignore and “shelve” the case.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97dAXYlDvBuFR3PpqBW39vv8jg5srBoZ42PJtph-OowMH3KEccCFWtkP634Q-i6qOTIKgmbD0CUdDfLLJiL2lBCu4t3Xda_dV0eTH29a7K40LLBsv0qQcvapOtsDaDrdFU6kvj44DqmDUJL36I6s8ErtZkn471Ka5k9zEq_IfYNyju4NpOyb018y-iks/s1488/paid%20off.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="1488" height="53" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97dAXYlDvBuFR3PpqBW39vv8jg5srBoZ42PJtph-OowMH3KEccCFWtkP634Q-i6qOTIKgmbD0CUdDfLLJiL2lBCu4t3Xda_dV0eTH29a7K40LLBsv0qQcvapOtsDaDrdFU6kvj44DqmDUJL36I6s8ErtZkn471Ka5k9zEq_IfYNyju4NpOyb018y-iks/w400-h53/paid%20off.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OKiUGxF5zL77SK4j5KjHgiLbUJwIqvTt7dtg9hZLUM-Opn9lQ4mMBmFiTp-nKi8oeOCq3fQUIATxWO696do9XCOU6H9UyGwq7zr-TufY1Aav8MgXSR34LlyoM2Kh7idTLe6YQCrgx3t-kSJnbHm887bOIh6SgeEw7BMCJxUTGtQrXuD-AzbwDxpDLFY/s1324/shelved.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="1324" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OKiUGxF5zL77SK4j5KjHgiLbUJwIqvTt7dtg9hZLUM-Opn9lQ4mMBmFiTp-nKi8oeOCq3fQUIATxWO696do9XCOU6H9UyGwq7zr-TufY1Aav8MgXSR34LlyoM2Kh7idTLe6YQCrgx3t-kSJnbHm887bOIh6SgeEw7BMCJxUTGtQrXuD-AzbwDxpDLFY/w400-h96/shelved.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJxcQYzOh1uO4rPIcxVgeJR4kyq1oNaVGw2reo3vsSy7vQoisRk88ZYoqu4n7CTvW0W2fCqoCrr0Olshe1qXpkwaspQUwgbXisSmO4Net4CpdCA_0KrWLZCp9EJzhymmbnuUKnCumdWa5feR_ML1IC_qauDcj2YFnj4tppVGdMPpKD8hzza3LMWtatlo/s1417/paid%20off%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="1417" height="81" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJxcQYzOh1uO4rPIcxVgeJR4kyq1oNaVGw2reo3vsSy7vQoisRk88ZYoqu4n7CTvW0W2fCqoCrr0Olshe1qXpkwaspQUwgbXisSmO4Net4CpdCA_0KrWLZCp9EJzhymmbnuUKnCumdWa5feR_ML1IC_qauDcj2YFnj4tppVGdMPpKD8hzza3LMWtatlo/w400-h81/paid%20off%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">That former officer, however, definitely had an ax to grind with the Springfield Police Department after he was charged in 1989 with raping two girls, aged 14 and 4. The girls ended up recanting their testimony and the officer then resumed his relationship with the younger girl’s mother—the woman who first told police about the alleged rapes—and she was pregnant with his child. The charges were dismissed, but he resigned from the police force in 1990 “for personal reasons related to the way people in the (Police) Department handled the (rape) investigation,” according to his lawyer. The officer, said his lawyer “questioned whether he could work effectively within the Police Department,” even after the dismissal of criminal charges.</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Suspicious call: Susan noted that the Lynds family had a tape of someone threatening Tammy over the phone. It was enough for the family to ask Nynex’s Annoyance Call Bureau to trace their calls:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDe8cCpgJPf7B0trdL8wsYA6LJVU_Mh-GvIVs3dletPaqf5dqjlUFKvQvhs43V_KB116D4W0kVbeippNlNmHw3uuFywSQ-emEi1dQbq15geaqIqqhgi4nH84t1xo9rxH4E8tZDrz7jJCSeXrhnn_FaK_baCmfjv8u6kKbN15N-Lwg3k0DjQ4V_XJEwl4/s1503/threatening%20tammy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="1503" height="43" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDe8cCpgJPf7B0trdL8wsYA6LJVU_Mh-GvIVs3dletPaqf5dqjlUFKvQvhs43V_KB116D4W0kVbeippNlNmHw3uuFywSQ-emEi1dQbq15geaqIqqhgi4nH84t1xo9rxH4E8tZDrz7jJCSeXrhnn_FaK_baCmfjv8u6kKbN15N-Lwg3k0DjQ4V_XJEwl4/w400-h43/threatening%20tammy.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iZNtdBEmnpCRstzrGvLP1flz8sLCLRRDfN3ufHwtgHZD00xRFHFkbwOkASKVhwZG9_Z806Ew4kbjt_--aQzSxe6TumWkKEMYdmgeDQKlCSmaCxVrxavSl-K4vLd7eehH9ZtcOEiVAEm00YXQLkN5LenGlivOp8Tp4zqFaG1vsIqGHLn--u3CvQOu2mo/s1579/Nynex%20Letter%20Annoyance%20Calls%2007211994.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1579" data-original-width="1514" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iZNtdBEmnpCRstzrGvLP1flz8sLCLRRDfN3ufHwtgHZD00xRFHFkbwOkASKVhwZG9_Z806Ew4kbjt_--aQzSxe6TumWkKEMYdmgeDQKlCSmaCxVrxavSl-K4vLd7eehH9ZtcOEiVAEm00YXQLkN5LenGlivOp8Tp4zqFaG1vsIqGHLn--u3CvQOu2mo/w384-h400/Nynex%20Letter%20Annoyance%20Calls%2007211994.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In the inventory of items found on Tammy’s body, there was no bra reported. Tammy had grown up a bit of a tomboy, her father noted, but she surely would have worn a bra if she were meeting someone or several people the night she went missing.</span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, Tammy’s mysterious “other” lock-and-key diary, the one Richard and police had never seen (and Richard insists Susan took from Tammy) might never surface: Susan had many of her belongings in a self-storage facility in Indian Orchard, and one night Richard saw on the news that the storage building was on fire. “I saw on TV Sue and her mother standing there with their hands on their heads screaming,” said Richard. “All was lost.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard has always wanted to create some kind of memorial to Tammy on or near the spot she was discovered—something with her name, date of birth, date of death, and a short message. “In 1995, I asked the Mayor’s Office, and I was told no, because where she was found was Springfield Park Department property,” said Richard. However, he recently contacted the Mayor’s Office to see if he would be receptive to the proposal. His latest idea is a cast iron bench he would supply and inscribe the text himself. He is hoping this could be created by November 4, the date his daughter’s body was found.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">* * * * * * *</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Speaking of dates and benches, about 10 years ago, Richard had a vision in which he was sitting next to a man in a white gown. “No words were said,” said Richard. “He just took his hand and pointed out forward. I could see someone coming toward me. I got up and moved toward this person. It was Tammy. I stood there, looking at her. I put my hands on her shoulders, and she said nothing, except a date was given to me. I had no idea what the date means. I have just put it off as a deep dream. But now, thinking about it, I may have an idea of what it meant. The date was 8/16/24. I feel that date represents the 30th anniversary of when Tammy died.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Then he wondered aloud: “Am I just overthinking on this or what?”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I answered that it could be the date the case is solved, or when someone is convicted of the murder. Perhaps it’s the date her memorial bench is dedicated. Or maybe it was just a dream.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Time will tell,” he said.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8718029001783881233" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7712790532627559285" itemprop="description articleBody" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em;"><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="color: #040404; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p></div></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-24095548666180493362023-09-01T17:01:00.028-04:002023-12-21T14:10:07.667-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 9: Chasing Runaway Rumors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcitA2TqJGR1cqupmSPk2ya6XVRL9Wqv2qD3p9ddGr7zx9XbX5Zd4KBYgrVztH80HPNXxQ2KWgzeYp5CO0CFPEISC7wDr64w-TIUUEYufpXW1MYpLQ18PS1cGmMlb5YLm-QkH6pNvA_nF9VWwcTuQgaTUuSOJBUadnFxmH4J5A9_NF2aUgmjggmpeH95Q/s517/887A02D8-3FD9-48F5-A9C6-A62E2B998224.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="364" data-original-width="517" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcitA2TqJGR1cqupmSPk2ya6XVRL9Wqv2qD3p9ddGr7zx9XbX5Zd4KBYgrVztH80HPNXxQ2KWgzeYp5CO0CFPEISC7wDr64w-TIUUEYufpXW1MYpLQ18PS1cGmMlb5YLm-QkH6pNvA_nF9VWwcTuQgaTUuSOJBUadnFxmH4J5A9_NF2aUgmjggmpeH95Q/s320/887A02D8-3FD9-48F5-A9C6-A62E2B998224.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Don’t
you dare!” said Tammy’s mother, Susan, when the officer from the Springfield
Police Youth Aid Bureau wanted to list Tammy as a runaway in an incident report
on July 22, 1994. “She is MISSING!” she insisted.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So
the officer listed her as a missing person. However, when Richard called four
days later, the cop who answered the phone said, “Because of her age, being 15,
we consider that she has run away. If she was younger, around 10, we would
consider her a missing person.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard
tried to explain that before Tammy left, she had assured her sister Allison
that she would return in the wee hours, and she had finished her summer school
math homework that was due the next day. Also, she had taken nothing with her,
and had left the door open to sneak back in—indications that she intended to come home that night.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But
the Springfield Police were overworked, undermanned, and not interested in
pursuing a teen they thought was likely to return. In Springfield, there were
around 1,300 missing youth in 1994, and in the summer, the police were fielding
up to 20 missing youth reports every weekend. At the time, police admitted that
with resources stretched so thin, days would pass in which the Youth Aid Bureau
didn’t have time to have officers investigate missing person reports at all.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“She
will come back!” her family prayed. Richard called Tammy’s friends and popped
in on a few to see if she was indeed staying with them, with no luck. He
didn’t think she had fled the family, but then again, because teens are
sometimes unpredictable, he didn’t even want to consider foul play or murder at
that point—to think the unthinkable was not an option.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">When
considering whether or not a teen has run away, a parent or police officer will
never be able to truly delve into the adolescent’s mind, but they do try to
turn back the clock and look for changes in behavior, mood swings, and
relationships with family members—especially in the month and days leading up
to when the youth goes missing. In Tammy’s case, they had a diary, which
indicated the usual teenage challenges, but also a desire to have a baby, which
is not your average 15-year-old’s dream. It was puzzling.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy’s
Final Night</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In
the early evening of July 21, 1994, a family friend named Pam and several of
her children were over the Lynds house for dinner and the kids played hide and
seek. Tammy, according to Richard, had wanted to spend the weekend at
Pam’s—which she did on occasion—but Pam’s family was going to be busy moving on
Saturday, and Tammy was extremely disappointed at this, and threw a mini-fit,
storming to her room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">At
midnight, Allison said Tammy told her she was going to meet her friend and
sometimes lover Ricky and she would be back at 3:00 a.m., but according to
Susan’s statement (below), the family eventually came to believe that Tammy told
Allison this story to shift attention away from the direction she was really
heading in—south toward the other end of Lamont Street, instead of northeast,
toward Ricky’s house—in case Allison told anyone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvFzJK4k50Gyx7q92CptU0puGt1jgEU04t88zG5scNCfmTi6zX1izjtDUb5qUjYMJjkDwRSXs3orbhWdhbwLFIS6QP4XXg53frVbL-t4JWqIJQPqSilY9ouUQTpBTrYiY97UMtfJdmKCh0mEsXs2-tkfd8nCwBjm_YNvur5FmnDd87efndSF4KS38qSY/s1021/susan%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="951" data-original-width="1021" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvFzJK4k50Gyx7q92CptU0puGt1jgEU04t88zG5scNCfmTi6zX1izjtDUb5qUjYMJjkDwRSXs3orbhWdhbwLFIS6QP4XXg53frVbL-t4JWqIJQPqSilY9ouUQTpBTrYiY97UMtfJdmKCh0mEsXs2-tkfd8nCwBjm_YNvur5FmnDd87efndSF4KS38qSY/w400-h373/susan%201.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxmD6TT6yS2OghFT2BpAT7KJG2rgcsEs3R6DPQMsmIRoCPyxcrxVshDIQHFp8GAKUkXCoXCSFu0-NWvdYiGqJCAzfxyq7oSpYyuwvugTvr0sIQ0Dx8i79VFi6pvXk8AjQLR0NW0Ij8cS5D-o2-eYcZ66UhF2JcN2mbw1jWhqOwf6mlvPdE-ZLaPxIMt0/s1607/susan%201a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="1607" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxmD6TT6yS2OghFT2BpAT7KJG2rgcsEs3R6DPQMsmIRoCPyxcrxVshDIQHFp8GAKUkXCoXCSFu0-NWvdYiGqJCAzfxyq7oSpYyuwvugTvr0sIQ0Dx8i79VFi6pvXk8AjQLR0NW0Ij8cS5D-o2-eYcZ66UhF2JcN2mbw1jWhqOwf6mlvPdE-ZLaPxIMt0/w400-h361/susan%201a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7miyR2JQHhoVjeRSCweweURi5lH4GieaRArNbcWbvacPniK6wAtBS3l5nSww1d1NSx8RAax1ZllVFoiNZHu9blu4c4EVEXd4DhENXeI_0q3Pz-zTr_zswaPbc12wiYk24aY59RRtvU4xP8oYt2zyXIQQXZNQ1VnUsfqJVdvCXRLKTFy42cqwvU3FnGE/s728/susan%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="728" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7miyR2JQHhoVjeRSCweweURi5lH4GieaRArNbcWbvacPniK6wAtBS3l5nSww1d1NSx8RAax1ZllVFoiNZHu9blu4c4EVEXd4DhENXeI_0q3Pz-zTr_zswaPbc12wiYk24aY59RRtvU4xP8oYt2zyXIQQXZNQ1VnUsfqJVdvCXRLKTFy42cqwvU3FnGE/w400-h396/susan%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Tammy
had taken the wind chimes off the door so they wouldn’t make any noise, left
the door ajar, unlocked the side gate (pictured below), and slipped out to
avoid setting off the main motion detector-lights. Richard said he forgot to check
the next day if she had left the gate unlocked to more easily sneak back home.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Without
packing clothes and other necessities, the notion of Tammy running away in the
middle of the night would have been an incredibly spontaneous act.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“You’re telling me a teenager who’s planning
to run away sits down and finishes her homework first?” asked Susan in a story
in the Valley Advocate from 2000. “No way,” she answered her own question. “She
was planning to come that night. I’m sure of it.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The
Youth Aid Bureau told Richard they believed she would return to the house
within a few days—to stay home for good, or to pick up some clothes and take
off again. So, on the advice of Officer C. Robert Taylor, Richard didn’t go to work
on Monday, parked at the nearby Our Lady of the Sacred Heart school lot to make
it look like he wasn’t home, and stayed in the kitchen, leaving the kitchen
door unlocked. But Tammy didn’t return.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">At
one point, someone called the Lynds house and told Susan that Tammy was in
Florida, but he did not say his name and quickly hung up. “Why would someone
say this?” they wondered. Then Richard had an idea—it was a longshot. “When we
were on a vacation trip to Florida and the Bahamas, in April of 1994, Tammy met
a boy on the trip, and she had communication with him once we got back home,”
said Richard. “I called him to ask if he knew Tammy was missing. He didn’t
know.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Richard
decided to call the State Police, hoping they would help, but they told him
that since Tammy hadn’t disappeared from a state highway, the Springfield
Police would remain in charge. This is what he didn’t want to hear, because the
Springfield cops didn’t seem to care. In Susan’s statement, she said, “This
family was treated very poorly by those who should have been helping to find
the answers to what happened to Tammy.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In
determining Tammy’s state of mind before her disappearance, a look at Tammy’s
diary pages that were available reveal that she did have some problems with her
mother—like all teenagers—but it was getting “out of hand,” in Tammy’s opinion:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3Gh5Iegbe7WvKG8EIyErYocBu3TBemO0xXQH-quUVkuPkI1DTOUhb8_EzCqIw4kw-u82TRgy2AXouLe3cIFo6v7OfAiFmG2VJbhDm0Wke9wBN8qIWrF58Gy0ClB0LV20bKQZ7LXsdGAF2l3t_4Q163BY_XdNcFyR1yvqtlJC50nRfHd9o0gPcItSiWY/s1322/diary%20mother.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="931" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3Gh5Iegbe7WvKG8EIyErYocBu3TBemO0xXQH-quUVkuPkI1DTOUhb8_EzCqIw4kw-u82TRgy2AXouLe3cIFo6v7OfAiFmG2VJbhDm0Wke9wBN8qIWrF58Gy0ClB0LV20bKQZ7LXsdGAF2l3t_4Q163BY_XdNcFyR1yvqtlJC50nRfHd9o0gPcItSiWY/w281-h400/diary%20mother.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOD7uit-Bwe7ksUlY9IHKv-2LkOktzNx-zEivNTRVNB-lybBQ5TTUmu1ODQqOpQgyQFOvfZZrxBn6IxjXUZ1MJaUgefj553GZzSy_N0JN5XubeEOwNyI2R8KjD3yRIAfqm1Nyd8OjcE90yr32WsFbCXtreQuyLodkho6EajcsBkRJOYcXmaTUJ3TDLsA/s1303/tammy%20diary%20another%20problem%20with%20mother.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="885" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOD7uit-Bwe7ksUlY9IHKv-2LkOktzNx-zEivNTRVNB-lybBQ5TTUmu1ODQqOpQgyQFOvfZZrxBn6IxjXUZ1MJaUgefj553GZzSy_N0JN5XubeEOwNyI2R8KjD3yRIAfqm1Nyd8OjcE90yr32WsFbCXtreQuyLodkho6EajcsBkRJOYcXmaTUJ3TDLsA/w271-h400/tammy%20diary%20another%20problem%20with%20mother.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">She
also wrote of difficulties with both her parents, but she was extremely vague:</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">In
a school assignment, she wrote about a negative pregnancy test, and refers to
conflicts with her brother and sister, but the complaints about her siblings
are trivial:</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">To
be sure, teen girls argue with their parents, but Richard said later he found
out that Tammy and Susan had extremely physical fights in which
Susan dragged Tammy on the floor by her hair. The result was Tammy cutting off her ponytail (forever preserved in
the frame below) to avoid this.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Richard also said that he found out later that Susan had taken Tammy to a doctor in downtown
Springfield once to get an abortion—something that might have caused friction
between the two, especially if Tammy wanted to have a baby.</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">According
to Richard, who said he supplied Hell’s Acres with all the diary notes that he
had from Tammy, his daughter kept another diary, which was under lock and key—a
book that her mother took from her, and no one has seen this diary, other than
Susan—as far as we know. Still, there must be some confusion about what was
preserved, because there are diary pages in a spiral notebook, but also
notations in a nicer book, with filigree designs in the margins and what seems
to be a lock hinge on the left:</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A Party?</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">On
September 25, 2019, Tammy’s old friend Jason Francis described to Allison (related
by her in the statement below) a party on Lamont Street around July 25, 1994—four
days after Tammy disappeared—in which Richard, searching for Tammy, supposedly
peeped in a window and saw his daughter having sex with the teen who lived
there. According to Francis, his mother called the police on Richard, and they
showed up at the house. Tammy “was horrified, got dressed in a hurry, and went
out the window.”</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The
notations in this statement point out the implausibility of several of his claims,
including the police visiting on a complaint about Richard (there would have
been a record of this), and Tammy climbing out the window—she would have been unlikely
to do this while Richard was alleged to have been waiting outside the very same
window.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Most
notably, Richard would have notified police of Tammy’s whereabouts, and even if
Tammy had escaped that situation, the sighting would obviously have been reported. For the
record, Richard did say he intended to go to this house to look for his
daughter, and he started shouting from the curb for Tammy to come out, but he was
in front of the wrong house, even though it looked like there was a party going
on. “An older woman came out and told me there was no Tammy there, and to get
lost or she would call the police,” said. “It turned out the house I was
looking for was next door.” The house he intended to visit seemed quiet.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">If
Tammy were at this supposed party four days after she left home, it would mean
that she indeed was a runaway before she was killed. However, Jason Francis (pictured
below) was a troubled young man who was in the throes of addiction as he got
older and died of a drug overdose in 2021, taking God knows what secrets to his
grave. Maybe he knew something about Tammy’s fate (and possibly told someone), but the veracity of his
statement is somewhat suspect because of its inconsistencies.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfd6X8j5-geNbYpkI9yC2nbpAgKLlcMhyisX6PQcSgBzoMKje4RmrU1QBCBsejOVkzGtJGLlw-Duh2DepCcpxP-I0ufm73bzd4wtdLZtbytbUCH7y2v7_FsTQMxcsyEM-Be9uUAXAnY1BKV11-Bm7ocER2x6W8A1XuvoBDxnzH_SuFfVvRi470YwhqHk/s960/117310988_1701196856723529_5554412050621127369_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="960" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfd6X8j5-geNbYpkI9yC2nbpAgKLlcMhyisX6PQcSgBzoMKje4RmrU1QBCBsejOVkzGtJGLlw-Duh2DepCcpxP-I0ufm73bzd4wtdLZtbytbUCH7y2v7_FsTQMxcsyEM-Be9uUAXAnY1BKV11-Bm7ocER2x6W8A1XuvoBDxnzH_SuFfVvRi470YwhqHk/w400-h398/117310988_1701196856723529_5554412050621127369_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Did
Tammy run away? During the three months when her whereabouts were unknown, some
of her friends thought so, because that last place you think a missing teenager
would be is dead in the woods on the side of Fox Road. But that is where she
ended up, runaway or not. If she had intended to leave her home for an extended
period of time, where was she heading? Did she ever get there? How and why did
she die? Again, many questions, and no answers. For 29 years.</span></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-58659900606462135042023-08-25T17:02:00.023-04:002023-12-21T14:12:20.858-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 8: The Fallout<p><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilud-XezBF19jWq7Um48cmrWwloPuUxTj8Qra4XVojezr4OgLmKx75oa5PMmJPDETmIGECoycFbCUvKxS5fGvN4khOQPkokgUhG2YmCpckl5Op-iCbOKrMKS3F31vOVfYOVL9N7vzKsNBlAdRByMnntqwKp_kmLmLxsiPUBEW62yNGBP4kYhJQBncIlGU/s960/79312590_162853098439209_1013554561790509056_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="960" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilud-XezBF19jWq7Um48cmrWwloPuUxTj8Qra4XVojezr4OgLmKx75oa5PMmJPDETmIGECoycFbCUvKxS5fGvN4khOQPkokgUhG2YmCpckl5Op-iCbOKrMKS3F31vOVfYOVL9N7vzKsNBlAdRByMnntqwKp_kmLmLxsiPUBEW62yNGBP4kYhJQBncIlGU/w400-h369/79312590_162853098439209_1013554561790509056_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“So, why did you kill
Tammy?”</span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“You guys would know,” he
answered. “You were there when I did it.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">The party went silent.
“What the hell?” someone said. “Did you hear that? That dude just…”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“Ssshhhh! He’s admitting
it!”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“Go on, tell them what we
did,” continued Ricky. “Come on, you were there.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">No, YOU tell US, Ricky,”
said his cousin with a smile.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">There was some more
back-and-forth until Ricky’s cousins realized it was getting out of hand and
they stopped. One girl was getting angry and another was practically in
tears. </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Jesus, you’re wasted,”
said his other cousin. “OK, that’s enough.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">A couple of big guys got
in Ricky’s face. “Can we talk to you outside?” said one of them. “No” was not
an option as they pulled him past his cousins and out the door.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“What the fuck is wrong
with you?” asked one of them as he tightened his grip on Ricky’s sleeve. The
other chimed in: “What are you thinking with that shit?”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Ricky, who was 20, had
become painfully accustomed to his cousins constantly joking about him
supposedly killing Tammy Lynds when he was 15, but now he looks back on that party as time he had
finally fought back by giving them a taste of their own medicine. “This was the
first time I got drunk and first—and last—time I drank peppermint Schnapps,” he
recalled. “I started crying like baby and told the two guys about my cousins
picking on me about Tammy’s murder for years—saying that I got her pregnant and
killed her.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p2" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">The big dudes forgave him
and they shared a three-way bro-hug. “Never being drunk before or having the
courage to talk shit back to my cousins was a new experience,” said Ricky. ”We
walked back to the house and these guys went off on my cousins. They kept my
cousins away from me for the rest of the party and wouldn’t let us drive home.
We ended up sleeping there. It was an awkward ride home.</span></span><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;">”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Ricky’s way of sticking up
for himself did have some consequences: a family meeting held shortly afterward
that was nothing short of a shit storm. “That is when my cousins stopped joking
about this—they stopped saying that I killed Tammy, who was my best friend,” he
said. On one hand, the ribbing stopped—on the other, the incident caused a
permanent rift in the family. To this day, he’s not on speaking terms with
those cousins. And anyone within earshot of Ricky’s drunken backtalk no doubt
told their friends what they had heard him say, so the murder myth continued.</span></span><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Part of what made Ricky a
prime suspect shortly after Tammy’s death was the Lynds family’s belief that he
was her main boyfriend, so the police focused on her last diary entry, a week
before her death, in which she snuck out of house at midnight, just like the
night she vanished, but on this evening/early morning she went to her “boyfriend’s” house, where
they fooled around on his bed:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky thinks that the
police narrative was that he had gotten together with Tammy by sneaking out at
night, even though every time he was intimate with her it was during the
daytime, when her parents weren't home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The detectives made me
say that she snuck out one night and knocked on my window,” said Ricky. “I
think the detectives had to come up with a way for Tammy to get my
attention—she couldn’t call that late, and I didn’t have a beeper.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky’s bedroom was in his
basement and he insisted that what the detectives coaxed him into saying was
implausible. “The cellar windows were those old-style, single-pane, metal frame
type, with metal flaps on each side to lock and unlock them,” he said. “They
were hard to open and close, and they were loud when you did. So when police
pushed me to agree that she woke me up by knocking on the window and inviting
me out into the middle of the night—I thought it was totally absurd, especially
considering my parents’ room was right above mine. There were no finished
ceilings or sound barrier—it was a regular basement ceiling.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky had told police that he and Tammy had sex a few times in the spring and summer of 1994, “but they forced me
to change my story,” he said. “They coerced me to say she knocked on my window,
and they wanted me to say that she asked me to come out with her or she wanted
me to invite her inside, but I didn’t agree to either in this fake story.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In fact, Tammy had another
boyfriend, named David, and she had been intimate with several boys. Police
ruled out Ricky as a suspect in late November of 1994, but neighborhood rumors
of his involvement persist to this day. “As much as it bothers me to hear it,
I’d be stupid to think I’m not going to hear it a lot more, especially now that
I have started talking about her case,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl1uD2CGI3f-6r7ig0XlQN3pgoF84BZW2-c7jB_x40nV4FYt_b9CaViwbDjMhQJOE9C6JQytXUXnuPYeGpIcyRxcH2h-x_x4rMuxgn-Afv90pHrLgw-ooi5mQgalA0-1AUYStVpfVVZFzhJHL6I5eAniiDZ3KnU1xbD97qwQiEu0uC02u-_qtBgBys_k/s960/clothesline.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="960" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl1uD2CGI3f-6r7ig0XlQN3pgoF84BZW2-c7jB_x40nV4FYt_b9CaViwbDjMhQJOE9C6JQytXUXnuPYeGpIcyRxcH2h-x_x4rMuxgn-Afv90pHrLgw-ooi5mQgalA0-1AUYStVpfVVZFzhJHL6I5eAniiDZ3KnU1xbD97qwQiEu0uC02u-_qtBgBys_k/w400-h271/clothesline.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;">To be sure, </span><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Tammy’s murder had a profound ripple effect on all her family and friends. It
is unfortunate, however, that much of what is lacking in the usual media coverage
on an unsolved killing is the aftereffects of the homicide—how the tragedy
ravages other lives. </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Sindy Pabon was one of the
last friends to speak with Tammy—they talked on the phone around 1:00 p.m. or
2:00 p.m. on July 21, 1994, the last day she was seen alive, and Tammy “sounded
sad.” After she went missing, “her mom mentioned about her possibly being
pregnant when she asked me if I knew where she was. My heart was breaking
seeing her family in pain, worried, and afraid.” And then, on November 11,
1994, the skeletal remains that were found off Fox Road in Springfield a week
earlier were identified as Tammy’s. “I was devastated,” said Pabon. “My mom
came into the room when she heard me scream after I saw the news on TV. My
boyfriend at the time was also very upset—they were in the Air Force ROTC
together.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Pabon remembers Tammy as “really
smart, super sweet, and caring. She had a great sense of humor and loved to
laugh and wasn’t afraid to be silly. I always thought of her as a very genuine
person and a peacemaker. She was a sweetheart. I truly hope this mystery will
get solved so her family can finally have much-needed closure and peace.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg92yRNTGz7O8ymJWXYxKXu-4DcXBEzI08ESbLAFt_SE62odiM0DUzQyaZAjSXoEc0w-5bd3jXL6b1epmcJDuC8Jqyw6AIgiM4vmy7av1Zfhtvaof36NHF2GJfBsYqPWYYAjXEGowMytDQkH09AmqyVNiPoLclzmPy0pgA46hzZajKB9h39btklO5DmYA/s640/tammy%20white%20dress.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg92yRNTGz7O8ymJWXYxKXu-4DcXBEzI08ESbLAFt_SE62odiM0DUzQyaZAjSXoEc0w-5bd3jXL6b1epmcJDuC8Jqyw6AIgiM4vmy7av1Zfhtvaof36NHF2GJfBsYqPWYYAjXEGowMytDQkH09AmqyVNiPoLclzmPy0pgA46hzZajKB9h39btklO5DmYA/w300-h400/tammy%20white%20dress.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jennifer Eger, in her 1997
Central High School yearbook, wrote that Tammy “was always there for me. She
recalled that Tammy loved music and “loved dance. It was her favorite thing to
do. When I was around Tammy, if I was in a bad mood or not, she had something
nice to say to me to put a smile on my face. She would always let people live
their lives the way they wanted to, but she would always help someone through
things if they were bad…Do you know how people say you never realize what you
have until it is gone? That is so true. After the funeral, many people were
questioned. I was also. When I talked to police, they told me how they found a
lot of notes written by me sent to her, or copies of letters she had written to
me. During all the time I knew Tammy I never realized how much we had talked to
one another. Every day now, I wish for her to come back because she was one of
a kind, and I don’t have anyone else like her.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For the Lynds family, the
murder was like an atomic bomb, and the fallout continues. Richard and Susan’s
marriage had been rocky in the years before the slaying, but the grief and stress opened fissures in those rocks, things got worse,
and when their children, Allison and Josh, became adults and moved out on their
own, the couple divorced in 2006. Richard has cardiac problems that he attributes to
aging, but it’s obvious his daughter’s murder has taken a toll on his heart—and
his family. At present, the surviving members do not discuss the murder with
one another. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGLzZ_Uxpybnrvhs5QWCt3Gyw8cPDn4nvQjUkscJX-Yr0kM3NmnaghkHk2JpM_7ICBV_hmfkslUb38G4vWQ2ye-CiURlYHEs__hvK1J9wuEW4L833H7aLi97F4gcBKEAdsC5S1hbWoRDZYdZ1H_5jgUiGqaK_N4CP71rQt8TbBbvu4BkL5FCkR6q6w-I/s853/79924569_162852875105898_7734009139608682496_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="853" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGLzZ_Uxpybnrvhs5QWCt3Gyw8cPDn4nvQjUkscJX-Yr0kM3NmnaghkHk2JpM_7ICBV_hmfkslUb38G4vWQ2ye-CiURlYHEs__hvK1J9wuEW4L833H7aLi97F4gcBKEAdsC5S1hbWoRDZYdZ1H_5jgUiGqaK_N4CP71rQt8TbBbvu4BkL5FCkR6q6w-I/w400-h364/79924569_162852875105898_7734009139608682496_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard, who had been
looking for answers since his daughter’s murder, approached a District Court
judge in 1995 to ask if anything could be done, “and I was told not to do
anything—do not do anything to upset the police, because I would not like the
outcome,” he said. “That was the main reason why for years I was afraid to do
anything. But in 2013, I finally decided to contact the DA’s Office.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For a while, Richard had
also been considered a prime suspect because three polygraphs he took were
inconclusive, and his wife didn’t provide an alibi for him the night Tammy went
missing because she didn’t verify that he was home. He said that he was
watching TV and had fallen asleep in a living room chair, only to be nudged by
Tammy and told to go to bed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard said the DA’s
office told him in 2013 he was no longer a suspect, so for the next decade, he has
refused to keep quiet about the cold case. It is ironic that he and Ricky, once
the prime suspects, are now the most vocal advocates in trying to solve Tammy’s
murder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s sister Allison, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD1fR5K4ids" target="_blank"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">i</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">n an interview with
videographer Lou Rock</span></a>, discussed the torment she’s had to endure
because she assured her sister that she wouldn’t tell anyone she was sneaking
out of the house at midnight. “I was the last person who saw her, and for years
I blamed myself for her death,” she said. “It eats away at me.” Asked by Rock
what message she would have for whoever is responsible for her death, she
replied, “You didn’t just take her life. You took mine.”</span></span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="yiv1329118698ydpb0a1cd2eyiv3784005861s1"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-51393678792726539112023-08-12T21:52:00.034-04:002023-12-21T14:12:39.715-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 7: The Body—and the Body of Evidence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2cU6dxbKNUfByZRZtGKUf7kDsn2VjBqSE4Lz6Wrc1Ui7lbAXkgnGfVtxBg68r9h1Xq6Gj9uj-RJrIXWbzv04IesCCUIzoUfS-VGuppFzGc_AkdTajT96ZWou1hqI303nqDu1-hbqxLwtvVeA8CajrEjVKOL0_tWK4qOVJT2wU1H7uzRO-qK_zOcOk3w/s740/img.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="582" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2cU6dxbKNUfByZRZtGKUf7kDsn2VjBqSE4Lz6Wrc1Ui7lbAXkgnGfVtxBg68r9h1Xq6Gj9uj-RJrIXWbzv04IesCCUIzoUfS-VGuppFzGc_AkdTajT96ZWou1hqI303nqDu1-hbqxLwtvVeA8CajrEjVKOL0_tWK4qOVJT2wU1H7uzRO-qK_zOcOk3w/w315-h400/img.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">How and why did Tammy Lynds’ body end up in the woods on the side of Fox Road in Springfield? Her skeleton was found on November 4, 1994, behind a log that served as a makeshift guardrail, about 10 feet from a pathway that goes through North Branch Park.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Because Fox Road is surrounded by forest and there are no houses on either side, it was an illegal dumping spot. It’s not exactly a main thoroughfare, but it’s a convenient cut-through for motorists avoiding traffic lights in Pine Point and Sixteen Acres on both Boston Road and Parker Street. There is a lot of speculation that Tammy was dumped there from a car—hastily thrown over a log instead of being dragged into deep woods, where it would have been more difficult to find her, but this act would have required more time and effort from whoever did this.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Her father, Richard, was told that Tammy’s sneaker-clad feet were right against the log when she was found. Had she been hoisted over the log after she was dead, or was she sitting on the log and knocked off of it with blunt force? Only the murderer knows for sure.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Was she there for all the nearly four months after she went missing? The medical examiner thought so. Tammy’s mother Susan didn’t. “I have a very hard time accepting the fact that Tammy wasn’t ever seen or found, being so close to the road behind the logs,” she wrote in her notes she kept after the slaying. She pointed out that since the murder, she had photographed kids sitting on the logs. How, she wondered, could she have been left unnoticed in such a well-trafficked spot?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In comments on this blog, people noted that there was a terrible smell on Fox Road that summer. After Tammy disappeared, a family that was friends of the Lynds searched all over the neighborhood, including all the woods off Grayson Drive, without finding anything. These were not incredibly thorough expeditions, like the systematic grid searches you hear about in other cases, so it’s doubtful they went far off established trails. Richard, in his explorations, also looked in the woods along Grayson—including behind the woods behind what is new Walmart, which connects to the Fox Road woods—but he didn’t go all the way to Fox Road. Looking back, he figures he came within 300 feet of the site where Tammy was found, a fact he notes with much chagrin, because there would have been much more forensic evidence had she been discovered much earlier.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ0PX8k1zMoRLubuGI_4vBlIczI42hir4P2B026ntQ93atqXz-PNmCeg4Kr7YEvP30TFZfnH8XzNryey0DUxqrRRsaHyS885xQBBCApTz2nWfLJ73vu2y71wblQ-1k53wF9iBBnitqtmmiVzJGUN6T2Og8Ylem099owNqNEiXz6oPq0TMe-ANgO7zaqA/s732/70310435_115067679884418_7988047985491574784_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="707" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQ0PX8k1zMoRLubuGI_4vBlIczI42hir4P2B026ntQ93atqXz-PNmCeg4Kr7YEvP30TFZfnH8XzNryey0DUxqrRRsaHyS885xQBBCApTz2nWfLJ73vu2y71wblQ-1k53wF9iBBnitqtmmiVzJGUN6T2Og8Ylem099owNqNEiXz6oPq0TMe-ANgO7zaqA/w386-h400/70310435_115067679884418_7988047985491574784_n.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Like his ex-wife, Richard has suspicions that Tammy was at this site the entire time she was gone, especially after their family friends revealed the extent of their searching. “They searched from late July into August, including the woods, so that means Tammy was not at the location found at since she went missing,” said Richard. “What is going on?”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">“Undetermined” or Homicide?</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s also important to note that Tammy’s death was never officially termed a homicide. Medical Examiner Dr. Loren Mednick initially eliminated foul play, saying that it appeared “not to be a homicide.” This was the same Dr. Mednick (pictured below) who in 1992 at first ruled out foul play after a body was found in a wooded area in Southwick. However, the case was later ruled a homicide, according to a website devoted to unsolved homicides that was launched in 2012 by then-District Attorney Mark Mastroianni, which noted that the victim in Southwick had suffered facial trauma.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZTfY7IA_pd_o83D_oxP7Ah6jFqWjkZcZx7lAUGAD1SX-iDMuIkU_e03R2jkmRj6vIAUgEVCuf6AEjfNKfk7r-Jn3Md-NAK64zEQ2We28YqXxmvXwqWHx01wY-BXZ-PY5gtwPXD_GihHt_27Oqp7jMnY8Wf5mw5M8AHbAogdCdUUo5L_5bfUtNJWksz0/s500/mednick.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="500" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZTfY7IA_pd_o83D_oxP7Ah6jFqWjkZcZx7lAUGAD1SX-iDMuIkU_e03R2jkmRj6vIAUgEVCuf6AEjfNKfk7r-Jn3Md-NAK64zEQ2We28YqXxmvXwqWHx01wY-BXZ-PY5gtwPXD_GihHt_27Oqp7jMnY8Wf5mw5M8AHbAogdCdUUo5L_5bfUtNJWksz0/s320/mednick.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard points out that because some of Tammy’s teeth were dislodged, according to the autopsy report, he believes that her face suffered blunt trauma. Indeed, after humans die, our teeth typically stay in place, which gives skeletons their infamous creepy, toothy grin. After death, teeth become the most durable part of the body and are often found with ancient skeletons because teeth roots are anchored by ligaments and dental tissue called cementum. After other body parts rot away, ligaments and cementum calcify and harden, fusing teeth to the bone.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2012, Mastroianni wrote to Richard Lynds, informing him that he would include his daughter’s case on his unsolved homicides website, hoping that “the dissemination of this material will lead to information that will help to bring those responsible to justice.” It’s unclear if new information was uncovered that would cause Tammy’s death to be listed on that website.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjId9e8vV500Cl3nhk9EDAu78Dl5oatnowmKvx5-PXFyGgDnvjH5eBblNjZ1m-SYK3xHOCVM_8iZLZDXy4hKQZwEtM4_1blyymbeF1PPacMK6SFWTpHI0YcQNdQFsIYRtscczZKdv-As65w3vebgu44sOiynBqBitPHY-nH7JZ3PovQ68VZuLFdse2aQcY/s2200/Letter%20from%20DA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1700" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjId9e8vV500Cl3nhk9EDAu78Dl5oatnowmKvx5-PXFyGgDnvjH5eBblNjZ1m-SYK3xHOCVM_8iZLZDXy4hKQZwEtM4_1blyymbeF1PPacMK6SFWTpHI0YcQNdQFsIYRtscczZKdv-As65w3vebgu44sOiynBqBitPHY-nH7JZ3PovQ68VZuLFdse2aQcY/w309-h400/Letter%20from%20DA.jpg" width="309" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A knife had been found under Tammy’s body, but it’s unknown if it was tested for DNA—or even if the knife still exists, because on February 19, 2013, Richard met with Assistant District Attorney Jane Montori, who told him that the case files and evidence were lost.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p1TY8MyaMozKeBdx4l1Fa9_aTtyp0X_gI5xQrlO5o6-2neAj5w9sFOOggnZpdhzYuJHXWbGzJghse0LUNoUIMTJ5qv5OkAGwpQjmIqoHO7nQiBGTjGFLhU4xDdg-DWfantLt_hDDQPhpMkVb_rRkudz0YYITjquQfXiDNaQRhAusSjYvgjesXBY4Stw/s1294/imageedit_2_8778264225.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1294" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p1TY8MyaMozKeBdx4l1Fa9_aTtyp0X_gI5xQrlO5o6-2neAj5w9sFOOggnZpdhzYuJHXWbGzJghse0LUNoUIMTJ5qv5OkAGwpQjmIqoHO7nQiBGTjGFLhU4xDdg-DWfantLt_hDDQPhpMkVb_rRkudz0YYITjquQfXiDNaQRhAusSjYvgjesXBY4Stw/w309-h400/imageedit_2_8778264225.png" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“They told me that everything was missing, and they had no idea about how or where it all went to,” said Richard. “I gave them my three-ring binders of information my family had collected on the case for them to look through and make copies for their records to maybe start something. Also, on that first visit, I asked about the autopsy report. They said that I would get a copy of it when I got the binders back, and I did. On the second visit, when I asked if I was still their prime suspect, they said no, I was not.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Are there any other records of the case out there? “During the 106 days that Tammy was missing, I was working with Officer Robert Taylor of the Youth Aid Bureau,” said Richard. “He was the one that had created the missing person file on Tammy, which included all of her original diaries. I do not know if that department did any interviews with kids who knew Tammy. Only they would have those records.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As far as Richard knows, a cause of death was never determined. “They have never classified it as a homicide case,” said Richard. “No homicide number was ever created.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard has quite a few questions about the autopsy report, including the possibility that Tammy was strangled. There were no skull fractures, and if Tammy were choked, it wouldn’t leave any damage to the soft hard tissues of the throat because of the elasticity of the neck cartilage of adolescents:</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTMFxPTy5daPqNvGAeLEa0sJVxYhsStN9Ue1wDCSsKyY5b77vbkbPJOdSomyQw_fMqpAkdCpPdPWKD8DnqdmQkrP6EncQK9elrZXRnjnnUM3For2rJ4SVSVajSygOci_CkQOg2eZRWdf9MBICw5mUONzXYTtR6maffpydJ9W70Sp-KcAVCC2__QK5KIw/s1390/Autopsy%20Report0005.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="1390" height="89" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTMFxPTy5daPqNvGAeLEa0sJVxYhsStN9Ue1wDCSsKyY5b77vbkbPJOdSomyQw_fMqpAkdCpPdPWKD8DnqdmQkrP6EncQK9elrZXRnjnnUM3For2rJ4SVSVajSygOci_CkQOg2eZRWdf9MBICw5mUONzXYTtR6maffpydJ9W70Sp-KcAVCC2__QK5KIw/w400-h89/Autopsy%20Report0005.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard also noted other curious autopsy findings: missing from Tammy’s body was a segment of the sternum, the left patella (or kneecap), and “several distal phalanges of the hands” (fingertips). In the inventory below, the hand bones and sternum are listed as “incomplete” and the patella “absent.” He wonders what happened to the missing bones, even though, especially with the missing fingertips, animals could have scavenged these parts—with exposed human bodies, <a href="https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9027482/" target="_blank"><span class="s1" style="color: #0079cd;">raccoons and rodents in particular have been known to bite off the distal ends of fingers</span></a>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycyijv1p7BqlR_YrGcR6nTfuG2bX91ImZTq68HqU3h7glLCHO9n0wLdNaB2RNqfgshyS-c4QwaK4Gu0yL4C7m--yA-B9sDvQqbzS_YxbZDogZjb8HrhRu7O_ivyjIUzTDmXSY7bfrvF4rxfA9-iPmI9pBFdkqOJJcHi9NvxBknyrKX2h9qSjIG6A7NK0/s2200/Autopsy%20Report0006.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycyijv1p7BqlR_YrGcR6nTfuG2bX91ImZTq68HqU3h7glLCHO9n0wLdNaB2RNqfgshyS-c4QwaK4Gu0yL4C7m--yA-B9sDvQqbzS_YxbZDogZjb8HrhRu7O_ivyjIUzTDmXSY7bfrvF4rxfA9-iPmI9pBFdkqOJJcHi9NvxBknyrKX2h9qSjIG6A7NK0/s320/Autopsy%20Report0006.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although there were several missing fingertips, some were intact, and the possibility of a murderer’s skin or blood under Tammy’s remaining fingernails was certainly not lost on Susan. In her letter to Debbie Wikczewski, the medical examiner who looked at Tammy’s remains, she was hoping the hands would be scrutinized thoroughly before the body was released for burial, because both Susan and Tammy were happy that she overcame her habit of biting her nails, and the result was lengthy fingernails. “Our daughter Tammy would have fought for her life if given a chance,” she wrote. “She finally grew her nails long enough so she could use them if ever necessary to protect herself after what she went through in school.” This was in reference to a prior attack she suffered at the hands—and feet—of several Central High students. “She had begun to grow her nails for about one year—maybe a little longer,” she wrote. “Tammy had told me once she was glad I kept after her about this. She liked having long nails<span class="s2" style="font-family: Times; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">.” </span></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: Times; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: Times; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Could this evidence still exist if Tammy's remains were exhumed? Richard thinks it's worth a shot.</span></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: Times; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMT-4p8Cca8iovqNZLLfKrolCQGTcwdVjMKHb1Ve84smivJL6SXTamq2YiISWiVGrsjSWdDvPBfJWu-voo_zKSejwGDWgHWJLqReYh-bOGrh2YJlbFQomUgHGbsIkfxSgnnS4aSjUdOo_gTnu7nswHDuwGBpagQotwA9oP11Lx9HAEb-EfgKnOpyetc_4/s1098/Debbie%20Letter%20Medical%20Examiner%2002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="1098" height="98" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMT-4p8Cca8iovqNZLLfKrolCQGTcwdVjMKHb1Ve84smivJL6SXTamq2YiISWiVGrsjSWdDvPBfJWu-voo_zKSejwGDWgHWJLqReYh-bOGrh2YJlbFQomUgHGbsIkfxSgnnS4aSjUdOo_gTnu7nswHDuwGBpagQotwA9oP11Lx9HAEb-EfgKnOpyetc_4/w400-h98/Debbie%20Letter%20Medical%20Examiner%2002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p4" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Further complicating things is the possibility of the Lynds’ dog having contact with Tammy’s body: according to Tammy’s brother Josh, their dog Sandy got out of their yard a lot after Tammy went missing, and when she came home, she reeked of a rotten odor and Josh and Allison would have to give her a bath. Did the dog track down Tammy by following her scent? If so, it’s regrettable that Sandy didn’t lead a family member to Tammy’s body earlier, when the crime scene could have been processed with fewer effects from insects, weather, etc.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p5" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Personal Effects</span></b></p><p class="p5" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Tammy’s friend Ricky was brought down to the station for questioning in 1994, he was shown several items, including the knife, and several rings police took from her finger bones, although rings aren’t listed among Tammy’s personal effects in the autopsy report, and police didn’t mention them to Richard. “I knew of no rings on Tammy,” said Richard. “I did not know what she wore for jewelry. Her personal effects are part of what is missing.</span><span style="font-size: large;">”</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK3QrAo9mZb2aLSLl6WW-H_2EzEhwdctsAqa7ZPbI_GRlhCllgEDBSAMn3VFS-X61R24UCsVEsLEKxXkArCUOpUjw2dH-VPehJL2ZE8JFKbjN_MorjfcVsuEN-EEMjyr9hx79HAckdZrGBg5qfMPZfMqNzUcCFq7rICVa-FU9sZymvfN4dRXLfhLOnHM/s1253/personal%20effects.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="1253" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK3QrAo9mZb2aLSLl6WW-H_2EzEhwdctsAqa7ZPbI_GRlhCllgEDBSAMn3VFS-X61R24UCsVEsLEKxXkArCUOpUjw2dH-VPehJL2ZE8JFKbjN_MorjfcVsuEN-EEMjyr9hx79HAckdZrGBg5qfMPZfMqNzUcCFq7rICVa-FU9sZymvfN4dRXLfhLOnHM/w400-h94/personal%20effects.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p5" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is unfortunate, because if Tammy had defended herself vigorously from an attack, the murderer’s DNA could have been on one or more of the rings—maybe even trapped between the finger and the inside of the ring, and this tissue might not have been washed away by rain.</span></p><p class="p5" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To be sure, it is truly lamentable that the evidence and the case files are missing, especially because in the first three weeks of the investigation, police had interviewed two dozen of Tammy’s friends, and all that information is lost. This vanishing added fuel to the rumor that someone close to law enforcement, or an officer himself, was involved in the murder. It has been up to the Lynds to talk to people, who are much less willing to speak about the murder today. In fact, 29 years later, in the age of social media and instant digital communication, it is astounding how much people from the Lynds’ old neighborhood avoid discussing this case.</span></p><p class="p5" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="s3" style="color: #262d35;">“No one wants to talk about Tammy,” said Ricky. “It’s almost like she was my imaginary friend. </span>I keep getting the sense that a lot of people in that neighborhood had their own demons to hide. They probably also knew a little of what other people were up to as well. Mass paranoia set in—all these guys are worried someone is going to go down for killing Tammy, and that person is going to rat other people out in the hopes of getting a lighter sentence. So everyone acts stupid and no one knows anything.”</span></p><p class="p6" style="color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-23965191218605925552023-08-05T16:48:00.038-04:002023-12-21T14:13:34.169-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 6: Even More Questions<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0hgKHUmRPmPF0Yw9-JbjhU3SwQdT_TB8KJiKyIQkPv6iMUrCLCWJaTRzLcSiBjLHML7hX7yL2v2LFC9n_i3v9YR7o1n3BVtc6KdUGhw86ZkNPOEQ29WshZW0pWelVgCtgxQO6GDJ5M8CqQWs4OSd-Zt4toNim1SriPJz8AvHus_VJKF5GbUEmnrfV5g/s634/Tammy%20and%20Allison%201988%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="489" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0hgKHUmRPmPF0Yw9-JbjhU3SwQdT_TB8KJiKyIQkPv6iMUrCLCWJaTRzLcSiBjLHML7hX7yL2v2LFC9n_i3v9YR7o1n3BVtc6KdUGhw86ZkNPOEQ29WshZW0pWelVgCtgxQO6GDJ5M8CqQWs4OSd-Zt4toNim1SriPJz8AvHus_VJKF5GbUEmnrfV5g/w309-h400/Tammy%20and%20Allison%201988%20001.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;"><p><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">“I thought the case was closed,” asserted one of her friends while being questioned by police on January 23, 1995. He had also heard gossip that detectives had gotten nowhere in the investigation. But the detective told him he was wrong—that the case was still very much alive, that police were going through names in her phone ledger, and kids were still being interviewed. Then his grin turned into a frown, and with a sigh, he quickly took a seat.</span></p></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He slumped in the chair and wondered if he was mentioned in Tammy’s diary, one of the main pieces of evidence that people were whispering about. One of his legs was trembling, and then his knee began bouncing like a kangaroo.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“What’s wrong?” the detective asked. “Are you nervous? Why is your leg shaking?”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I always do that with my leg,” he insisted.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Where have I heard that before?” he commented. The detective was accustomed to his nervous tic, because he had been in legal trouble in the past.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He didn’t answer.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That’s how Tammy’s case went in the early days, and that’s how it has been going for 29 years. Rumors. Second- and third-hand information. Innuendo. Stories from friends and acquaintances about suspicious people like the one above. </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And there are still no answers.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With a lack of solid leads, and the investigation fading with every month passing, since 1995 it has been up to the Lynds family to ask around the neighborhood and see what they could come up with. They didn’t get much progress. In fact, the answers they received led to even more questions about what happened to their 15-year-old daughter, who snuck out one summer night, was missing for more than three months, and was found as a skeleton in the woods off Fox Road in Springfield. They entered the world no family wants a part of: an unsolved murder mystery.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And in this journey, the Lynds family talked to a lot of people and took many notes. They soon came to realize, like many cold case investigators, that sifting through information in these cases was like assembling a jigsaw puzzle that was bought at a tag sale—one that has been mixed up with other puzzles. As renowned investigative crime journalist Michelle McNamara pointed out, you have to investigate each puzzle piece, and you can immediately discard some of the pieces that obviously will never fit, but there are other pieces you set aside to reinvestigate. And, unfortunately, there will always be missing pieces.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Lynds are still plodding along, putting together the puzzle. Here are some of the odd-fitting pieces that have led to even more questions.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Threatened “Suspect”</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends, who had told Tammy's mother Susan about supposed teenage satanic rituals taking place in the woods at the end of Lamont Street—and that Tammy may have been sacrificed in one of these ceremonies—had also informed her that a couple of his friends, who “hated Tammy,” had concocted a rumor that Tammy’s father Richard was the murderer, and they wanted him to go along with the story. But he said, “No way,” gave them the middle finger, and walked away.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the same bizarre conversation, he further told Sue that he himself and his stepfather were early suspects in the investigation, but that was no longer the case, and that it was ridiculous he had ever been a suspect because he “loved Tammy like a sister.” He went on to mention that drawings about the murder were penned by students on his desk at Putnam High School, which he took as a threat, including the one below.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIr-VDmGSDx7vN6aOToLxUdqCtnOtvOe_qCoknU06F_Pc2ToeHXn-Gigv2fZVq7efn9TFOvXNLP48mZnjPSsSbnasYKh0Pv7hcuWndVDj1mUMOTYjNaAY2Z-Be_j3reSqXC93AIlYo6hKp6YqJ2bsCybW-KfSaUPv5H773ReES8p7sR6ptvFqd13WazCQ/s402/gravestone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="357" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIr-VDmGSDx7vN6aOToLxUdqCtnOtvOe_qCoknU06F_Pc2ToeHXn-Gigv2fZVq7efn9TFOvXNLP48mZnjPSsSbnasYKh0Pv7hcuWndVDj1mUMOTYjNaAY2Z-Be_j3reSqXC93AIlYo6hKp6YqJ2bsCybW-KfSaUPv5H773ReES8p7sR6ptvFqd13WazCQ/w355-h400/gravestone.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">A student also allegedly wrote something about a baby on his desk because Tammy was pregnant. The harassed student insisted to Sue that he “told the cops about things on his desk, about the threat to him,” she wrote, “and they ignored his calls when he phoned them.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sue felt that this youth was attempting to gain the trust of her family by telling these stories and trying to impress them with information about the case. But the effect was just the opposite: she didn’t want her surviving children to have anything to do with this guy. “Call it mother’s intuition,” she wrote.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Gang Initiation?</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On February 3, 1995, a teen from the neighborhood told the Lynds family of a Pine Point street gang called the Young Crazy Kings who hung out and played basketball at the Balliet School’s outdoor courts off Breckwood Boulevard, and as Latin Kings wannabes, they might have adopted the Latin Kings’ supposed initiation requirement of killing someone, placing “a rose in the victim’s mouth as a calling card,” and placing black and gold beads on or near the body.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Among the personal effects found on Tammy, according to the autopsy report, were multicolored “love beads,” but it didn’t note which colors they were. Richard doesn’t remember if his daughter owned any beaded necklaces. Even though the brother of Tammy’s old boyfriend confirmed to the Lynds family the existence of this very gang on April 19, 1995, let’s face it: the possibility of a gang of 13- and 14-year-olds killing a girl is remote. They’re simply too young to perform an execution-style initiation slaying, and we would have heard more about this gang as its members got older and committed more crimes. But the Lynds were open to ANY leads at that point. And when you think about it, many people believe that at least one 15-year-old friend or enemy of Tammy killed her, so age was no object in considering who might have done this deed.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is also the youth who “couldn’t hold it all in anymore,” according to Susan’s notes, and told friends that “four to five people were involved in her death.” Another teen, on December 9, 1994, told Tammy’s cousin that someone said his best friend killed Tammy, and if the investigation gets “out of control, he would get rid of the evidence.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s unknown what Tammy’s friends and acquaintances shared with police, and who they considered strong suspects. We do know from notes in Richard Lynds’ binder, that Ricky (last name withheld), who was seeing Tammy, was eliminated as a suspect, as well as the girl who had attacked her in Central High School, according to a note from November 28, 1994–less than a month into the investigation, when detectives had already interviewed “a couple dozen people.” Were the other attackers in the Central High School incidents eventually crossed off the suspect list? The Lynds’ notes and records don’t say—they never found out.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Knife </span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This unsolved murder is frustrating not only because of the lack of cooperation from individuals in Tammy’s neighborhood, but also because of the lack of evidence. All the physical evidence we know of is a knife, a fingernail that wasn’t Tammy’s, and, lately, a pair of nail clippers.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Indeed, objects found at the scene of the murder have been a source of contention and confusion since 1994. This year, Ricky said that at the police station shortly after Tammy was found he was shown a pair of nail clippers—they were medium-sized and didn’t include an attached nail file.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s father Richard, however, was surprised to learn of the nail clippers when I told him this summer. “That’s the first I’ve heard of this,” he said incredulously.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s strange that the father of the murder victim didn’t know until 2023 of this find. It doesn’t smack of conspiracy or anything—just a weird oversight.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On November 7, 1994, Richard and Sue went down to the police station and Richard was shown a knife that police said was found under Tammy.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At home, right after the interview, Richard drew the knife, which was in a plastic bag, for his wife, describing it as something of a utility knife with a wooden handle:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2t_s5swpjVEIYpFn16HHERDWRJwcw-UKAx3LSlwQWot5bwHrezu-z7pwhekzj18rTCiDxqLVRS7FphAPbHga1upehU2Dp0EVYOW1ZCRV_ToL-pOHhPhd58UIcc9avpOe0FfJpLYsr9g70b5Hg8HkTW7IxIYQEr4NOqb7V31ZFeV0rcwlO4RMZMBt6Fs/s1163/richard%20knife%20drawing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="364" data-original-width="1163" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2t_s5swpjVEIYpFn16HHERDWRJwcw-UKAx3LSlwQWot5bwHrezu-z7pwhekzj18rTCiDxqLVRS7FphAPbHga1upehU2Dp0EVYOW1ZCRV_ToL-pOHhPhd58UIcc9avpOe0FfJpLYsr9g70b5Hg8HkTW7IxIYQEr4NOqb7V31ZFeV0rcwlO4RMZMBt6Fs/w400-h125/richard%20knife%20drawing.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard, who recently looked on the internet for the object similar to the one he was shown that day, found this razor knife scraper:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8ZYd_xtV29557lcIbN1m1hWZMrN_LpzwG0D8ypkc49g0LWMc6JYZKMwayUXIa1hALjB7FjBOpQJvt9MQ4_RUTWPfI2kog0od4s1U0Zt95lC53D4ihAdMrNDoSzg2bX9-NyrDWLAUeCt0aonjkDWhIdM59D183HvuThD_cXg1-kiLkUg20pi0erCuVgU/s720/richard%20knife%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8ZYd_xtV29557lcIbN1m1hWZMrN_LpzwG0D8ypkc49g0LWMc6JYZKMwayUXIa1hALjB7FjBOpQJvt9MQ4_RUTWPfI2kog0od4s1U0Zt95lC53D4ihAdMrNDoSzg2bX9-NyrDWLAUeCt0aonjkDWhIdM59D183HvuThD_cXg1-kiLkUg20pi0erCuVgU/w400-h240/richard%20knife%20photo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On January 23, 1995, Tammy’s sister Allison and her brother Josh were taken to the police station by their grandmother for interviews. Josh was shown a photo of the knife and drew a picture similar to his father’s:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAu7bjGpW_1R9cG6_e49xtJpbxYWpuVufw8XoOsxULZMXqfeBv6ywKAK5rC05H8bnLSey20MK82bXG5y-WO5aXc68UbCZ2Wh4kHG8_9jfBWOhmwEvH0tVNgOIip0hQ3M6mMgu_h0EQrUE3c4Kr7APVNu51cyk_voNYY0TIELIFZwPAUjtsGw39KMpWP30/s432/josh%20knife%20drawing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="413" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAu7bjGpW_1R9cG6_e49xtJpbxYWpuVufw8XoOsxULZMXqfeBv6ywKAK5rC05H8bnLSey20MK82bXG5y-WO5aXc68UbCZ2Wh4kHG8_9jfBWOhmwEvH0tVNgOIip0hQ3M6mMgu_h0EQrUE3c4Kr7APVNu51cyk_voNYY0TIELIFZwPAUjtsGw39KMpWP30/w383-h400/josh%20knife%20drawing.jpg" width="383" /></a><br /><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard said that Josh described its shape and look as something like a “modified machete,” and that it looked like the following photo of a knife he found on the internet:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4_54YFuZnuwqxTptEuO5Bfl232whda0axJQoCJTJhG21cwPoICH3acRrBNLUS6ueUkBEq3_PbmPSCtxbejuw2LeV-eedr_IiY5dZb2cYjofj6rEz23gAJjQp3ErhiK0-2NgvOksyGUmnwTAe2lO-NMzZvRPQIsemX-CDL95GugzoYi9qjo4B5u-oidA/s720/josh%20knife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="720" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4_54YFuZnuwqxTptEuO5Bfl232whda0axJQoCJTJhG21cwPoICH3acRrBNLUS6ueUkBEq3_PbmPSCtxbejuw2LeV-eedr_IiY5dZb2cYjofj6rEz23gAJjQp3ErhiK0-2NgvOksyGUmnwTAe2lO-NMzZvRPQIsemX-CDL95GugzoYi9qjo4B5u-oidA/w400-h255/josh%20knife.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Allison, however, was shown the actual knife in the plastic bag and she drew this likeness:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXSR75MI3kfGXmqV4jttYbzKex41ZRehQCiiZsVdKk_LdaasSjm748xN8f4pJLCDfo_SLQlr4ovJ5gSAqsBVEn-qoB63Wqo0-BOr9YHZLIWK8uCmhUoas2gecMFagvPedTo8N8P95yj5kq8qP473fETrgP6KCs5hG03pBdkJYUHQMw6EfjVjIIzNRctM/s736/allison%20knife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="736" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXSR75MI3kfGXmqV4jttYbzKex41ZRehQCiiZsVdKk_LdaasSjm748xN8f4pJLCDfo_SLQlr4ovJ5gSAqsBVEn-qoB63Wqo0-BOr9YHZLIWK8uCmhUoas2gecMFagvPedTo8N8P95yj5kq8qP473fETrgP6KCs5hG03pBdkJYUHQMw6EfjVjIIzNRctM/w400-h373/allison%20knife.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“This was different from the one Richie was shown,” noted Sue. There was also a discrepancy about where the knife was found. Allison “said the detective said it was near the body,” wrote Sue. “But when she first said it to us, she said it was under her body.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky remembers being shown a knife like the one he found after an online image search:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixclumoVhXqkaI6sbOOjONbXvphcmCDa9-gOsExY5ODuiRBza2ckg23AvMoKpreNhxeL2P8efOJP3ZVvWkj_fpGDvtC9x5pf1q4wloIgCEEtJ-4mkQP7dlPYrfFOxlJUiceCi55AMtUpcZSi3QAZg8uEaDiHGXekD1MdfU07zmxSOWhM1QXPksjHegfPQ/s1080/ricky%20knife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixclumoVhXqkaI6sbOOjONbXvphcmCDa9-gOsExY5ODuiRBza2ckg23AvMoKpreNhxeL2P8efOJP3ZVvWkj_fpGDvtC9x5pf1q4wloIgCEEtJ-4mkQP7dlPYrfFOxlJUiceCi55AMtUpcZSi3QAZg8uEaDiHGXekD1MdfU07zmxSOWhM1QXPksjHegfPQ/w300-h400/ricky%20knife.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“This is basic shape of the knife I recall seeing,” said Ricky. “The tip was a little more rounded, but it had a wooden handle and I thought screws or some sort of rivets. The blade looked flimsy like this one</span><span style="font-size: large;">—</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>this </span><span>one has a flex to it. When I saw it, it reminded me of a knife you’d use at a steak house.”</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But Ricky said he believes he was told that the knife was found near—not under—Tammy’s skeleton. “That had always been my understanding,” he said, until a few years ago.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So which knife is most like the one at the scene? Maybe it looks like a combination of all of them. Memory is a tricky thing—not always completely accurate. “Mine could be the wrong knife,” said Richard. “It has been 29 years.” He conceded it could have been like the one his son described. “I only had about five to ten seconds of seeing it, and it was covered in dirt and grass,” he said.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why obsess about the appearance of the knife? Well, maybe someone saw a similar knife on the work bench of a neighbor or friend’s father. Maybe a teen shoplifted one from a store and bragged about it. And it may have been the murder weapon.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard Lynds doesn’t know if the knife was ever tested for DNA traces. In fact, he doesn’t even know if the tool still exists. Such is life with the Tammy Lynds murder mystery—so many questions. Maybe some answers will come with renewed interest in the case. To be sure, it’s unlikely to be solved by an armchair detective such as Hell’s Acres, but publicity and new revelations could prompt someone to come forward with information, and investigators can put together enough pieces of the puzzle to get a satisfactorily complete picture of what happened, with findings conclusive enough to finally charge a suspect.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Maybe now people will feel more comfortable sharing anything they know or anything they’ve heard,” said Richard. He’s optimistic, but not blind to the challenge of solving a 29-year-old murder case. However, in rooting out fact from fiction, one of these stories might lead somewhere. Older and seemingly more impossible cases have been solved—all it takes is one promising lead to blow it wide open.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-64014432431627938112023-07-22T14:58:00.036-04:002023-12-21T14:14:22.355-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 5: A Father's Frustrations<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUNwd9z56ieX9bO2kbCCkKzC-A6MKFo7v_-Y7GXS7wpqvFnvhieRT4EQTsiITUf26HBN10O-NtSHBwrbe1JwYQJqC0J-dcGYPbcJk7BkQ2g49MccJKD1UVV6f0tPF0OcwOS0wHNjMtr4S9jsNIx8fyQIuPkjuAezONPvnabWnNDO735hw2zExgTbtkCI/s960/78265370_10157948895331255_6706532501457731584_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="949" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUNwd9z56ieX9bO2kbCCkKzC-A6MKFo7v_-Y7GXS7wpqvFnvhieRT4EQTsiITUf26HBN10O-NtSHBwrbe1JwYQJqC0J-dcGYPbcJk7BkQ2g49MccJKD1UVV6f0tPF0OcwOS0wHNjMtr4S9jsNIx8fyQIuPkjuAezONPvnabWnNDO735hw2zExgTbtkCI/w395-h400/78265370_10157948895331255_6706532501457731584_n.jpg" width="395" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">Richard Lynds has a three-ring binder that is three inches thick, filled of keepsakes no father should have to collect: information on his daughter’s murder. It contains such content as statements from Tammy’s friends, the final pages from her diary, her autopsy report, her death certificate, and lists of people she knew.</span></span><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He and his daughter Allison, frustrated at the lack of progress on the cold case—from the very start, actually—have pretty much conducted their own investigation over years. And he points out, with much chagrin, that evidence collected on the murder is missing—disappearing as inexplicably as her daughter vanishing into the night on June 21, 1994.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The DA’s Office has told me that everything that was collected off Tammy, and the entire diaries of Tammy, are missing,” he said. “This all has been missing since just before December of 1994.” Tammy’s skeletal remains were found in the woods on the side of Fox Road on November 4, 1994.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If this is true—and there is no reason for me to believe that Richard is lying about this—the case has officially become beyond bizarre. It seems to rival the Kennedy assassination in the number of unusual scenarios posed. The deeper you dig, the weirder it gets, and the darker the rabbit holes become—from the possibilities of </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>a</span><span>n overreaction to news that she was pregnant</span><span>—to a </span><span>slaying to prevent her from testifying in an assault case—to a satanic ritual killing. And everything in between. Richard has gathered various recollections from people who knew his daughter, and there are suspicious fingers pointing everywhere, but no one has provided any firsthand accounts or any answers to why she ended up dead.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTxWVXdQoyPX8UgN1gQHMEKS2vOXz7BiIeVRThFzViMjO0dsYZI5-PZ9nccasmwRmZl5rJACVVd8Y9GQizSz0DqKdTOlmN1QzpOP_z5F42-_ajBz3faYi4vQtdpijPRyzR_HawOMhMtnPYRAbWHkZPEmN0lbvfRwuxv7vXcu7BEsK7eGTR9DnJw01-Y4/s537/tammy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="365" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTxWVXdQoyPX8UgN1gQHMEKS2vOXz7BiIeVRThFzViMjO0dsYZI5-PZ9nccasmwRmZl5rJACVVd8Y9GQizSz0DqKdTOlmN1QzpOP_z5F42-_ajBz3faYi4vQtdpijPRyzR_HawOMhMtnPYRAbWHkZPEmN0lbvfRwuxv7vXcu7BEsK7eGTR9DnJw01-Y4/w273-h400/tammy.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The police shenanigans began, according to Richard, when they didn’t take Tammy’s missing person case seriously. Then, in January of 1995, when his now ex-wife Susan went with Tammy’s cousin to the police headquarters so the latter could answer some questions, it was apparent that the file was extremely disorganized, and they treated Susan with something between indifference and rudeness.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then, on February 7, 1995, Richard and Susan were asked to go to the police station, and they brought a folder with all their research on the case. Instead of going over the couple’s file, however, police interrogated them, and Richard was asked to take a polygraph exam. He later agreed to do so—three tests—and the results were inconclusive.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was seven months into the strange saga of the Tammy Lynds case. Nearly 30 years later, people who knew Tammy pose their own theories about what happened to her, but no one has come forward to fill in the blanks. So all the Lynds family has now are the same unanswered questions they had in 1994. There seems to be no progress in the investigation.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Was Tammy pregnant?</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What we had up to this point were third-hand accounts of Tammy telling friends she was pregnant, and a rumor that a fetus was found in her skeleton. However, according to her anthropological examination (below), there was no fetus, but her bones had premature epiphyseal closure (or growth plate fusion) may have been a result of her scoliosis condition, although this “premature suture closure can also accompany early teen pregnancy.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19DPpurQBpMBPD4GFyObJzMRLvWw1lO3T2Xlc62mDGnhcCDQQaAelOvk93BCPXXBo2g6M6XRMEIqzlOG6V4OEVrfRQ_ObOgvCfKXbVTObadBOrWK0eGLjU9pyOzyUSDn5KLuOAzPH3oiZ3e3odIsfuvcl2GpsmnMPXdmoraeAJZnqDkOKG7gRlE3ykVQ/s1370/autopsy%20pregnancy.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="137" data-original-width="1370" height="40" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19DPpurQBpMBPD4GFyObJzMRLvWw1lO3T2Xlc62mDGnhcCDQQaAelOvk93BCPXXBo2g6M6XRMEIqzlOG6V4OEVrfRQ_ObOgvCfKXbVTObadBOrWK0eGLjU9pyOzyUSDn5KLuOAzPH3oiZ3e3odIsfuvcl2GpsmnMPXdmoraeAJZnqDkOKG7gRlE3ykVQ/w400-h40/autopsy%20pregnancy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tammy’s diary around the time of her disappearance reveal a 15-year-old girl looking for love. “One of these days I’m going to find that person,” she wrote on August 9, 1993. She reported twice that she might be pregnant, and her reaction vacillated between happiness and trepidation. On June 14, 1994, a little more than a month before she vanished, she discovered she was going to have a baby.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_bBYKUB9jxzvYwAK09vxc23chq50HeGCf2PPX9BwYqu8SdTPMK6zVjYexP8KgKAbVTxI8YZ9m_5H74Bsi8taNnL4oomh5loNZvnebH1-jzmDmjKmXmBkJF649HruSlfdX5OfsPBjQFrY_8o_ZU-ZfO2Mnw5wPM0xOPDoec-DMH_ej9Jl0jJltrXb9zQ/s1896/pregnant%2093.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1896" data-original-width="1508" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_bBYKUB9jxzvYwAK09vxc23chq50HeGCf2PPX9BwYqu8SdTPMK6zVjYexP8KgKAbVTxI8YZ9m_5H74Bsi8taNnL4oomh5loNZvnebH1-jzmDmjKmXmBkJF649HruSlfdX5OfsPBjQFrY_8o_ZU-ZfO2Mnw5wPM0xOPDoec-DMH_ej9Jl0jJltrXb9zQ/w319-h400/pregnant%2093.png" width="319" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blunt Force Trauma?</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cause of Tammy’s death was undetermined, with no injuries detected, but the autopsy report revealed that “a number of teeth were not present in the socket and were uncovered at the scene.” Richard insists that because some of Tammy’s teeth were found under her skeleton, an assault must have taken place. “Teeth do not fall out of the skull after death on their own,” he said. “Blunt force trauma is how they would have been removed.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Adding to the Lynds’ aggravation was the long wait for the autopsy report—more than a year after her death, and after several requests for it.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXxmpPgFTrG_oBD1qdsKzWJlDblWCqqaKNt7tnnlHGuWy-t_QkHrU3Ebo30LM-q6cnqg2h1sTV5CSm3JGrcA8OCGcy4SOe4lDpW4n8zddXzGQV3M_x4BsljxR-f2YlI_KUfxh8LBIBC69urK93IUyboBPQW6c2galUFuLgdfcjXSZ6ZVeL7vJp6ZjYAA/s1332/Autopsy%20Report0003.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1332" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXxmpPgFTrG_oBD1qdsKzWJlDblWCqqaKNt7tnnlHGuWy-t_QkHrU3Ebo30LM-q6cnqg2h1sTV5CSm3JGrcA8OCGcy4SOe4lDpW4n8zddXzGQV3M_x4BsljxR-f2YlI_KUfxh8LBIBC69urK93IUyboBPQW6c2galUFuLgdfcjXSZ6ZVeL7vJp6ZjYAA/w400-h390/Autopsy%20Report0003.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the night she went missing, her 10-year-old sister Allison said Tammy left at midnight and said she would be back at 3:00 a.m. Richard thought Tammy was planning on meeting her boyfriend named Ricky, but after the murder it became apparent she was dating others as well. “From the various notes of Tammy, a boy named David was the one she was dating, having sex with, and was planning to sneak out of the house to go see late at night,” said Richard. Tammy was close with a couple of Davids, but Richard said he knew which David she was seeing—she went to a high school dance and an ROTC prom with him—and Richard once gave him a ride home from the Lynds house. “Tammy was with me on that trip,” he said.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Mysterious Figures<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Tammy left her home on July 21, Allison looked out the window and said she saw “two males, wearing baseball caps, who were behind a large storage crate that was located in a neighbor’s yard near the fence gate that Tammy had exited through,” said Richard. “As Tammy walked to the street and headed south, these two guys came out from hiding and stood in the street, watching Tammy go down the street.” Allison did not know how old these two individuals were. She didn’t determine if they proceeded to follow her sister—she had quit watching when Tammy was out of view. One of the baseball caps was white, and one was black. That’s all she remembers.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard and Allison’s research, based on contact with Tammy’s friends and acquaintances, reveals some astounding claims about Tammy’s fate. But as far as we know, they are not witness statements, so their veracity is unknown. Here are some of the assertions:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of Tammy’s friends reported that Tammy allegedly was heading to a party on Lamont Street on the night she went missing and stayed there until Monday, July 25. Allison had said Tammy apparently didn’t bring anything with her, but five days is a long time to wear the same clothes. Did Tammy grab a backpack with necessities? Or did one of her friends supply her with backup clothes? Did she buy clothes? The evidence does suggest a change of wardrobe: “Allison told me that Tammy was wearing all black that night,” said Richard. “In the autopsy report, it is written that Tammy was wearing blue jeans, with a manufacturer name tag on it.” According to the same report, a black shirt was found, but it was unclear if Tammy was wearing it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In fact, on Saturday, July 23, 1994, Richard walked over to what he thought was the party house and started shouting for Tammy to come out. “I was yelling at the wrong house,” said Richard. “An older woman came out of the house, telling me that there was no one there named Tammy. She told me to get lost or she would call the police.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the missing person report, Tammy indeed wore all black that night:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeh91JVux9o0nwyVs0vmwOWfGPPKxT1A51ISaACMop2keInsIu7XoD5JtdRzjcChUZDXmCh9G3dSC4gHhNdAUILehBv3sskNlinOCyUlIi-ZvLHpVUasxBacu1L6taftWfngK02cDiTpsO5ttkqHPJAuk5QMGpW6O_ZABUXLVj6QYsOwsSSwqFFiGSmw/s1935/Tammy%20Original%20Missing%20Report%2007221994.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="1602" height="78" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjps2zeCDEXS5Jzlko6cDz-gWwrrB-XPSA4q5U2kROKxMdSs5pqsocbHvkMvjJmX8DKus-O3vkAWVgK-Pby74Sn6gMIJWTLTdFyPibx1lTzHoD5HeJwnbRNrOz_Jv3G5DHgHoBXO45lkLLJLMvgMyJJNO2g5wNqnM6wWbCrPuKtrW78kO_iZ_riiuqLoWo/w400-h78/Tammy%20Original%20Missing%20Report%2007221994%20copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If she wore all black when she left the house, this does indicate a change of clothes because she was found wearing jeans.</span></p><p class="p3" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 54px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Other Potential Evidence</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On June 21, 1995, nearly a year after the murder, Tammy’s mother Susan, Tammy’s brother Josh, and Michael, the brother of Tammy’s old boyfriend, found a blouse in the Fox Road woods. When they showed it to Allison, she “turned pale and said, ‘that’s the one Tammy was wearing.’” The Lynds tried to submit it to police for testing, but it was rejected because the possible evidence was contaminated. She said the police also refused to meet them in the area where they found the blouse, and told her they would only accept any such evidence if it were handed over through a lawyer, which they couldn’t afford.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 2018, the DA’s Office informed Richard Lynds that “an object that was found was with Tammy but not from her,” said Richard. That object turned out to be a human fingernail, and tests were conducted in 2013, but no human DNA could be extracted from it:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37nSHkd7B2okrnePcTxRFIsUno2JaiQa-xg7G1w24vcup2BWPWj9L311nij19AXj86EQC_1nyVjxxFrd72-0YhVsmvdKOum_KJWMj9Jsnme7Q3DspngD5QlzC-1ASiAnJO3TN3SxFTgkJk9evQw83HOsa0omVUzIhgZy92BhrciW2TSBooWZ-406mVtM/s1961/DNA%20test%20results%20on%20fingernail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1961" data-original-width="1423" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37nSHkd7B2okrnePcTxRFIsUno2JaiQa-xg7G1w24vcup2BWPWj9L311nij19AXj86EQC_1nyVjxxFrd72-0YhVsmvdKOum_KJWMj9Jsnme7Q3DspngD5QlzC-1ASiAnJO3TN3SxFTgkJk9evQw83HOsa0omVUzIhgZy92BhrciW2TSBooWZ-406mVtM/w290-h400/DNA%20test%20results%20on%20fingernail.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It has been well-established that a knife—something like a carpet cutting-style tool—was found under Tammy’s skeleton. There was an insistence that one of Tammy’s friends—and perhaps someone she was intimate with—had given her this instrument to protect herself shortly before the night she died.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And then there’s a friend’s declaration, according to notes from Susan, that a conversation took place about Tammy being the victim of a satanic sacrifice performed by friends of hers who dabbled in witchcraft. It was mentioned that Tammy was also into witchcraft, a dead cat was discovered hanging from a tree near the scene, and that a pentagram was found (drawn?) under (or around?) Tammy’s skeleton. Susan also noted that this individual, in relating this and other information to her on several occasions, acted strangely and avoided eye contact with her. This is one of two mentions among Susan’s notes of multiple people killing Tammy.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There is also an account from a friend of Tammy that when he was 14, another friend—who knew Tammy—stole a small amount of heroin from his a drug-dealing relative. “He wanted me to try it,” he said. “Me being the dumb kid who wanted to fit in so badly, I did it and go so sick I ended up in the hospital.” So I guess there is always the possibility that Tammy died of an overdose, if drug use was more prevalent in this neighborhood than previously thought. Richard insisted that Tammy didn’t drink or take drugs: consistent drug use tends to give a father telltale signs, unless an overdose was the result of a onetime experimentation. Adding to the rumors are comments published at the bottom of my last blog post that indicated Tammy knew too much about a neighborhood drug operation and someone might have wanted to silence her.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Prior Attacks</span></b></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What is NOT hearsay in this case is the fact that Tammy was a victim of ongoing assaults from Central High School students. She was beaten up at school and on her bus by several teens, along with an incident in which Tammy and her boyfriend were threatened with a knife—and that there was a court date of October 14, 1994 for the assault complaint. The student who pulled the knife went on to have an extensive criminal history, including charges of armed robbery with a gun, rape, larceny, and cocaine possession. To be sure, legal action could have provided a motive for an aggravated assault—or murder—to stop her from further testifying against others. The following is the Tammy’s description of one of the incidents:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70scpndR-B4ELfL1dhbuKGOKKFHp_ESSety-VCAvYe2R1RUgJv6ATXQqHLWCq5kX-cVZuK43nDu78Va_2m_iGtSPEz61sQRB6ZKn9wkTw3atZqjXci2OPQn2_5rOQM1C_SWQqrceKE8oacdBc4OyXX_dMGvMM33j1345V-3Qw9gL1bgf8oes-XPAwH0M/s1786/Untitled%20design%20(22).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1644" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70scpndR-B4ELfL1dhbuKGOKKFHp_ESSety-VCAvYe2R1RUgJv6ATXQqHLWCq5kX-cVZuK43nDu78Va_2m_iGtSPEz61sQRB6ZKn9wkTw3atZqjXci2OPQn2_5rOQM1C_SWQqrceKE8oacdBc4OyXX_dMGvMM33j1345V-3Qw9gL1bgf8oes-XPAwH0M/w369-h400/Untitled%20design%20(22).png" width="369" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard said police told him he himself had been eliminated as the prime suspect when he showed the contents of his binder to them in 2013, but that hasn’t prevented him from being a thorn in the side of law enforcement as he advocates for justice for his daughter. He has also alienated some people from the old neighborhood by contacting them through Facebook to glean information.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Among Richard’s most controversial claims is that evidence in the case was buried alongside his daughter. “I have requested to have Tammy exhumed, because I think everything is in her casket to prevent anyone in the future to have the opportunity to examine and test these things again,” he said.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This might seem a bit farfetched, because the best way to destroy evidence is to burn it or make it disappear another way—where there is no way it could resurface with an exhumation— but a grieving father is insistent that important evidence lies in Tammy’s coffin, and that the case file Susan saw in January of 1995 was just a bunch of paperwork quickly and haphazardly thrown together. At the very least, he pointed out, more sophisticated testing could be done on Tammy’s remains. Richard has been in touch with the DA’s Office victim/witness assistance program, but he said he was told that they would not put in an order to exhume Tammy.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With all this wild speculation by people about what could have happened to Tammy, it is important to remember that investigators want to look at the murder from the point of view of not what is possible, but what is probable. Everything under the sun is possible, but only some scenarios are probable. And, as Carl Sagan once said, “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As far as we know, this extraordinary evidence remains to be seen. That’s why Richard was told by investigators that that the case will remain at a standstill until people start to talk. So he’s depending on one or more heroes to come forward. He’s been waiting for this for 29 years, and that’s why he’s been rattling cages. At 66 years old, he doesn’t want to wait any longer, and who can blame him?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-8909585637324572152023-07-01T19:57:00.030-04:002023-12-21T14:14:41.691-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 4: The Evil That Men Do<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNlmQyQklYnzzbQl2nzY29gbzNInB4A5u_82NVeC9sZNoGuNt5UQ6T-74GJIAY0CQYnFQVjlxOIarrjoOdDayKgdBUlxS39iJWpl1I-eqneDFf_30GThsDrPxgASwuDVW82lbN7DYx81V9gcyMy6r0LzlOlNYZU6w-5Fi1NTq4tSrdknCWWelKb_cNLA/s686/71321778_115006339890552_8576057909148909568_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="686" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNlmQyQklYnzzbQl2nzY29gbzNInB4A5u_82NVeC9sZNoGuNt5UQ6T-74GJIAY0CQYnFQVjlxOIarrjoOdDayKgdBUlxS39iJWpl1I-eqneDFf_30GThsDrPxgASwuDVW82lbN7DYx81V9gcyMy6r0LzlOlNYZU6w-5Fi1NTq4tSrdknCWWelKb_cNLA/w400-h183/71321778_115006339890552_8576057909148909568_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">There is an old saying among criminologists: “Familiarity breeds contempt.” The expression has been around for thousands of years. Indeed, most victims and their murderers are at least passingly familiar with one another.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the early days of the Tammy Lynds murder investigation in 1994, police focused on Tammy’s friends and acquaintances—and for good reason. They questioned people she had mentioned in her diary because she went out one summer night presumably to see someone she knew, and was found in the autumn as a skeleton in the woods.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One or more of her guy pals, lovers, or girlfriends, they reasoned, must know something. But then the trail went cold.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking back, nearly 30 years later, there is also the very real possibility that she was killed by some local dirtbag who happened upon her walking on a quiet street in the wee hours. After all, she was found 10 feet from the side of a road, not in the middle of the deep woods. Thursday was payday and a big bar night, and some creep might have found this opportunity too hard to pass up.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Let’s be frank: perverts abound in the area around Fox Road, where she was found. In the neighborhoods off Grayson Drive, North Branch Parkway, and North Brook Road, there have been numerous incidents of sex crimes there over the years.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Hell’s Acres reader from Lamont Street—Tammy’s street—informed me that his parents told him “that at least three child molesters lived on our street and that we could only ride our bikes back and forth to our neighbors mailboxes so our parents could always see us.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another reader from Gilbert Avenue told me that a father on Lamont Street had molested two of his stepchildren over a period of time and his wife’s solution to the problem was simply to send them to summer camp. The reader also recalls that the word on the street for years was that two fathers who lived on Gilbert Avenue were molesting their children—one at the Boston Road end of Gilbert and the other near the intersection of Gilbert and Stevenson Avenue. The latter had such a seedy reputation that a neighbor who lived near one of them used to watch the neighborhood children like a hawk when they played near his house. The fact that Tammy was friends with the children of the Lamont Street father, as well as one of the Gilbert Street molester’s kids, is not lost on this Hell’s Acres reader, because Tammy was over their houses often.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I know the addresses of these men. No, I’m not going to include them in this post, especially because they have never been convicted of anything. However, there are others in the area that are well-acquainted with our justice system:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">On Sparrow Drive, there were two brothers convicted of sex crimes—one in 2004 for aggravated rape and armed kidnapping (and gun charges a year earlier), and his brother in 2013 for possession of child pornography.</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1977, a 17-year-old youth who lived at the intersection of Jennings and Methuen Street, a corner on Grayson Drive right opposite Fox Road, surprised two boys in the North Branch Tributary Park—woods across Grayson Drive from the Fox Road woods—and raped a five-year-old child. (I knew the brother of the kid who was able to get away.) In 1994, this guy—by then a middle-aged man—would have had a clear view from his house of Tammy walking down Fox Road and could have swiftly walked or jogged up to her.</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1992, a 33-year-old man who lived on Lloyd Avenue sexually assaulted a 10-year-old girl, but he got probation and was ordered to undergo counseling after he contritely explained that he had “a drinking problem.”</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">A Fargo Street man was convicted of assault with intent to commit rape in 1981 after he grabbed a woman and pulled her into an alley in downtown Springfield. He has since lived in the Springfield area and has been arrested for a multitude of crimes as recently as 2022.</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Moss Road, on the other side of Mary Lynch School from the Fox Road woods, has been home to several predators. One was imprisoned for kidnapping and raping his daughter repeatedly in the early 1980s and impregnating her. (He claimed that since his daughter was promiscuous, the fetus probably wasn’t his.)</span> </li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Those who have read the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Life-My-Idiot-Family-Childhood/dp/0998474002" target="_blank"><span class="s1" style="color: #0079cd;">memoir by a woman who grew up on Moss Road</span></a> knows the harrowing sexual abuse she endured from her stepfather starting at age seven through 17.</span></li></ul><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These men are in addition to the accounts of sexual deviants, flashers, and public masturbators in the reader comments after my first post on Tammy’s murder, including the Lucerne Road guy who was convicted of several sex crimes, such as trying to rape a jogger in 1980 at the corner of North Branch and Sunrise Terrace. As we learned from the victim’s harrowing story she wrote to Hell’s Acres, he was unsuccessful in his attempt to drag her into the Putnam's Puddle Woods. But this man was likely locked up at the time of Tammy’s murder—he had been sentenced to 20 years in state prison for that attempted rape and another rape.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnKOI6jhfr-jWEHI9ON5BrM1x2my2UqEhoPAO9DmX81piP0T_LghNA2s1_xw36shBNcp5bZAWttdQCzMuuJvrQIyiSA-C5FzrS9f2W0QS-9voj0USxy9Zr0DhtJ1k-EfSbUQiQ1WjP9tBbtDZSMktGcOBUpNNOH_mguedEMhLJarz8fKAXmGKTxk-p-w/s591/70947613_115067539884432_8076294037117599744_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="507" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnKOI6jhfr-jWEHI9ON5BrM1x2my2UqEhoPAO9DmX81piP0T_LghNA2s1_xw36shBNcp5bZAWttdQCzMuuJvrQIyiSA-C5FzrS9f2W0QS-9voj0USxy9Zr0DhtJ1k-EfSbUQiQ1WjP9tBbtDZSMktGcOBUpNNOH_mguedEMhLJarz8fKAXmGKTxk-p-w/w344-h400/70947613_115067539884432_8076294037117599744_n.jpg" width="344" /></a></div><br /><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However, another notorious rapist made headlines and terrorized the neighborhood in 1982, prompting women and girls to walk only in groups, and young men to cruise around the neighborhood with baseball bats in their cars, looking for “the underwear on the head” guy, which was said to be his M.O. in order to hide his identity when he attacked teen girls and young women in the woods at the end of Moss Road and Finch Road.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I remember driving around the streets near my house, with a carload of guys, just trying to see if we could catch the perp ourselves,” said a guy from Pidgeon Drive. “Little did we know he lived right down the street. I had a police scanner and a shopping carriage handle—very heavy by the way—and my friends and I all had sisters, so we were both scared and motivated to help find the rapist.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At first, he said, it was whispered that the “underwear” rapist was one of the aforementioned brothers from Sparrow Drive, or possibly someone from Starling Drive, but his face was always obscured, making an identification impossible.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The “underwear” rapist hit the area hard in the fall of 1982. In September of that year, a 26-year-old woman was pulled into the Fox Road woods, raped, and robbed by a man wearing what was described as possibly a white ski mask. In October, a 13-year-old girl was dragged into the woods off Riverton Road, across the street from Breckwood Pond, and raped. Residents were worried because Halloween was coming up, when trick-or-treaters would be out at night, so a community meeting was held at the Mary Lynch School. There were concerns that neighborhood youths might suspect the wrong person of being the rapist and would injure him. In fact, in one incident, a teen had been bothering two young girls near the Mary Lynch School, and by the time police showed up, he was surrounded by 20 guys—one with a shotgun. “The kid deserved to be arrested, but he wasn’t the one we were looking for,” said a detective at the scene.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then, on October 29, 1982, a 19-year-old man from Pidgeon Drive was arrested for the rapes and assaults shortly after he raped and robbed a 17-year-old woman in the woods off Finch Road. It turned out that the “underwear” or “ski mask” covering his face was a large white hockey sock with eye holes cut out—he was on the Putnam High School hockey team. He pleaded guilty to two counts of forcible rape of a child, three counts of aggravated rape, and single counts of rape, assault and battery, assault with a dangerous weapon, and threat to murder. In 1983 he was sentenced to 8-10 years in prison.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In his case, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree: his father was also convicted of statutory rape of a 15-year-old girl, along with molesting an eight-year-old girl (his granddaughter) in the early 1992. He was sentenced to 12-14 years, so he wasn’t out on the streets in 1994.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Again, the possibility that Tammy was attacked by a stranger, or a middle-aged neighbor, is a departure from investigators’ first suspicions. For years, the theory persisted that one of the teen boys in her life was probably responsible. After all, she went out to meet someone at night, and it was soon discovered that Tammy and her friends were playing a bawdy variation of the old schoolgirl “chatterbox” or fortune-telling folded paper game in which a handful of boys</span><span style="font-size: large;">’</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> names were written on the origami paper creation, and each player had to fool around with whoever’s name came up. Maybe, because of this game, Tammy was put in a situation she didn’t want to be in.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFYnrh95j18Vhu9g0UlPoLbGt09Hdd-ml_2dt-6r4ldFBXb7P_7tt21EZNSZ1b4NYphKCh65Pj9xp1WtDSQeCKEr1vg5rVl3hPj9nDk_cZQWOMgDXGtDjprSDqHTz874-1zE7k9YYKAZRjRHTTLqZKDoOEzcD-URox700u7aJkUSGtAyLGcKUE6in2Q4/s957/chatterbox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="957" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFYnrh95j18Vhu9g0UlPoLbGt09Hdd-ml_2dt-6r4ldFBXb7P_7tt21EZNSZ1b4NYphKCh65Pj9xp1WtDSQeCKEr1vg5rVl3hPj9nDk_cZQWOMgDXGtDjprSDqHTz874-1zE7k9YYKAZRjRHTTLqZKDoOEzcD-URox700u7aJkUSGtAyLGcKUE6in2Q4/w400-h286/chatterbox.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtn-ELVKAmGjn6R_U9uc4rkElPEknxFb2zzykylan1mo7mwSe08tCLwCXlreYIoT7nygSJjMWewR0JD7T3qRPdiGvnPdOBEKbW4eFgXTuzZIjxy4FbS5-skbAeTLRoj9YwIxEXwV3slaY9rc3G2HfuU69NCkNc1kI73Hn9-0uWwSKn2ZuXDXzfNGGJt0/s465/cootie-catcher3b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="369" data-original-width="465" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtn-ELVKAmGjn6R_U9uc4rkElPEknxFb2zzykylan1mo7mwSe08tCLwCXlreYIoT7nygSJjMWewR0JD7T3qRPdiGvnPdOBEKbW4eFgXTuzZIjxy4FbS5-skbAeTLRoj9YwIxEXwV3slaY9rc3G2HfuU69NCkNc1kI73Hn9-0uWwSKn2ZuXDXzfNGGJt0/s320/cootie-catcher3b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So this poses a scenario in which possibly one of the boys Tammy was “seeing” had found out about other “boyfriends” or “the game,” and exploded in a jealous rage. That’s not too farfetched. Or maybe he found out about her pregnancy—since my last post I’ve talked with yet another person who told me Tammy revealed to a friend that she was pregnant. But 15-year-olds typically aren’t homicidal. It is unknown if Tammy was acquainted with any older guys. As for the boys in Tammy’s circle and their behavior as they became adults, these fellows went on to lives that are similar to their working class contemporaries in Pine Point and Sixteen Acres—many married and are raising families, and some experienced homelessness and addiction, and some got into trouble with the law (including serious trouble), or died too young from “hard living.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, this was a blog post more about neighborhood freaks than about Tammy. I’d rather write a more victim-centered account, but, as Shakespeare wrote, “the evil that men do lives after them”—and because Tammy didn’t get to live her full life, all possibilities of potential suspects have to be considered. Most of these guys have paid their debt to society, however, a girl has been dead for 29 years, and no one has been held accountable for this monstrous crime.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is usually the part in my blog posts when I ask anyone with any information to text an anonymous tip or call the Springfield Police, but now it’s getting rather repetitive.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So where does this leave us? Unfortunately, we seem to be no closer to solving this case than we were almost three decades ago. Was it one of Tammy’s friends, an acquaintance, or a stranger? Each day I check my inbox and hope someone writes, “Look, here’s what happened…” Or that the DA will hold a press conference—to announce an arrest, new developments, or new information.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But I guess it’s not going to be that simple, is it?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; 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color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-58879333670971618302023-06-14T16:49:00.020-04:002023-12-21T14:15:52.748-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 3: The Code of Silence <p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QQEpSA7XBq5c2Bta6blRJorucUxz47LCXGHLVYog4iWeFz24nEXoA33Yl2InqrBP_F7RehNE7uMpKZnVl7gIqb-MBjsMfUz0ZeBKfpcr1gJZqbchTSMpTVr-iCaXQ-ah7L4TgGoKlKqfHMJvdSkEzedJzBrJ15EHx6-AB_5QoY_FbPBf5AL9ZXPF/s960/70585796_119282659462920_2061411872027967488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="895" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QQEpSA7XBq5c2Bta6blRJorucUxz47LCXGHLVYog4iWeFz24nEXoA33Yl2InqrBP_F7RehNE7uMpKZnVl7gIqb-MBjsMfUz0ZeBKfpcr1gJZqbchTSMpTVr-iCaXQ-ah7L4TgGoKlKqfHMJvdSkEzedJzBrJ15EHx6-AB_5QoY_FbPBf5AL9ZXPF/w373-h400/70585796_119282659462920_2061411872027967488_n.jpg" width="373" /></a></span></p><p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Who would have wanted to harm Tammy Lynds?</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Let’s be perfectly clear: in a murder investigation, motive can
never be more important than reliable evidence. Still, motive has to be considered,
especially when there is a lack of evidence in a case such as this one, in
which a 15-year-old’s skeletal remains were found in the woods.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">I’ve been in contact with several of Tammy’s friends, who can’t
imagine her angering anyone enough to leave her lying in the brush 10 feet off of
Fox Road like a discarded fast food soda cup.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“She didn't haven't a mean bone in her body,” said Tara, a woman
who was friends with Tammy as kid, and then had resumed their friendship when
they both hung out with the same group of teenagers. </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">As children, Tammy and Tara did all the ordinary things kids
did. “We would play on the swing set at my house, go swimming in my pool, or go
down to her house play Barbies, and play with her pet rabbit.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">She said that years later, Tammy was a typical teenager, with no
enemies. Yet, when Tammy’s mother put up “missing” signs in Pine Point after
the night she didn’t come home (July 21, 1994), “someone was ripping the posters
down as fast as she was putting them up,” said Tara. Who could possibly have had
anything against her?</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Then again, there was the night of the stolen bike.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJY_Dcvr4GFYkF_Kw8nDh91Q-XMBG-AE-ZpCK8MaiAFPTG0a92aNd5HbQBDa3wv-LD7djgSPx9JCvvdh55sY3r-EkSMnZD8AmU64wKbm4qI2_gYkzbc3Ojzy48W8JeoUuxWxzay13DYV9hOy8Yw4lYbCb5JgsnynszN0LlTJVc2wvGTnEwgEEz-xF/s464/lynds%20missing%20poster%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="263" data-original-width="464" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJY_Dcvr4GFYkF_Kw8nDh91Q-XMBG-AE-ZpCK8MaiAFPTG0a92aNd5HbQBDa3wv-LD7djgSPx9JCvvdh55sY3r-EkSMnZD8AmU64wKbm4qI2_gYkzbc3Ojzy48W8JeoUuxWxzay13DYV9hOy8Yw4lYbCb5JgsnynszN0LlTJVc2wvGTnEwgEEz-xF/w400-h226/lynds%20missing%20poster%20copy.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">In the early summer of 1994, Tammy’s friend was in her yard, and
he looked around, and couldn’t believe his eyes. His bicycle was gone—snatched
from right under their noses!</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“Fuck!” he screamed.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Searching the neighborhood, he, Tammy, and one of her friends
walked north on Gilbert Avenue, looking for his bike, and then Tammy suddenly
called out to someone a block away. “The guy was on my bike, and I started
running at him,” he said. He was catching up with the thief, who had lost
valuable seconds slowing down to turn around, and he was trying to pick up
speed to get away. They were both approaching a dead end at the end of Gilbert.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Bam! </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Tammy’s friend ran right into a metal cable that was blocking a
dirt trail leading to a small patch of woods that bordered Boston Road and the
Kmart parking lot. “It hit me right across the stomach,” he said. It was enough
of a delay for the thief to get away. “He went around one of posts
holding the cable, and he rode off into the night,” he said. “The police were
called, and Tammy identified the kid. She was positive it was him—she named him
and directed police to his house.” Police questioned a woman there. “We
weren’t allowed to get to close while they talked,” he said. “My father
showed up at some point and we drove around after, we didn’t see any more
activity at that house. I wonder if police reports from back then
would have any of that information.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">The alleged thief, Andy (not his real name), lived in the house
of a large, notorious family in the Fargo Street neighborhood. Andy’s uncles,
who had also resided there, had been in jail at one time or another for a
multitude of crimes: rape, kidnapping, assault with a dangerous
weapon, car theft, drug dealing, prison escape, B&E, burglary, robbery,
OUI—you name it. Did Tammy anger a violent family by fingering its youngest
member? Was Tammy’s “meeting” the night she went missing a ruse to supposedly
return the bike—or to “clear up” what Andy might have called a false
accusation? People are rarely killed over a bicycle, but incidents sometimes
escalate.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p2" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">And then there was the guy on the school bus who announced,
shortly after Tammy was found, to anyone listening, “She got what she
deserved!” It could have been nothing but just some 15-year-old talking tough
(that’s what police investigators thought in 1994 when they were told about
this statement), but this guy did go on to rack up a bunch of charges as he
grew up, including being involved in an animal cruelty case as a teen, as well
as assault, larceny, reckless driving, and weapons charges as an
adult—including assault and battery on a police officer.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">This youth isn’t one of the teens who had assaulted Tammy on in school (which I had reported in Part 2), kicking her repeatedly, and prompting a court hearing. But it’s unknown if he
knew her attackers.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_XvJ_bfQAQLCEC9OTGYmjR5CQdaE1nXa_FwPxGWlizrklVaXo8-EtPFiQgv1vGLoUQJVHYqM--XF8as1x3ne85FOBJSMWxme1pVET3jd6HjxgXn_6KljkWeeI3ZBEJSEuftXGQ1Q_AEXNQIjWDvfh5CFwiKzCZIpNsEpn4kePG47fhW6XjvLYPrk/s960/71215970_115067443217775_64027461188321280_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="721" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_XvJ_bfQAQLCEC9OTGYmjR5CQdaE1nXa_FwPxGWlizrklVaXo8-EtPFiQgv1vGLoUQJVHYqM--XF8as1x3ne85FOBJSMWxme1pVET3jd6HjxgXn_6KljkWeeI3ZBEJSEuftXGQ1Q_AEXNQIjWDvfh5CFwiKzCZIpNsEpn4kePG47fhW6XjvLYPrk/w300-h400/71215970_115067443217775_64027461188321280_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Tammy was by all accounts nice to people and didn’t seek out
conflict, but she was no shrinking violet—she could be vocal when it came to
standing up for someone else, according to her friend Ricky (last name withheld
by request). “There was a time two boys were saying something inappropriate
about her sister, Allison, and Tammy chewed them a new asshole,” he said. “It
was a ‘Don’t fuck with my little sister’ kind of conversation.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Shortly before she disappeared, Tammy was also involved in
a fight in which she was defending her brother Josh. Ricky has vivid
memories of their mother asking him to train Josh how to defend himself. For
years, Ricky had taken taekwondo with his neighbor, Chang Choi (the guy who
taught the martial art at his Boston Road studio).</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“There were obviously some issues going on with Josh, and they
were concerned enough to talk about it openly and to think that fighting was
the answer,” said Ricky. “I never trained him—Tammy disappeared around this
time.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Ricky has lately been a man on mission, determined to shed some
light on this murder mystery, asking people from his old neighborhood countless
questions, trying to create a buzz about this cold case, and getting
increasingly frustrated in the process. “I can’t even get them to write
anonymous comments on the blog posts,” he said. “Most people won’t text or
email me—they only talk face-to-face. They all want nothing to do with this
case, and said they would deny ever talking to me. They say, ‘Oh, you’re the
guy talking to Hell’s Acres.’”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p2" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">So, what’s with code of silence?</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Because people aren’t willing talk, there seems to be little
traction on the case. There have been exceptions; in 2005, someone from the
neighborhood texted a tip to police that in 1994 Tammy told a teen relative of
his that she was pregnant, and was upset about it. In 2018, a woman texted to
investigators that she suspects that her now-dead father, who had molested
dozens of children, might have been involved in Tammy’s murder. But for the
most part, there has been radio silence.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p2" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">The question is, why?</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p2" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">I’m not entirely surprised that Tammy’s friends aren’t dying to
talk to ME, the Sixteen Acres blogger. I’m a snooping old man—15 years older
than these youngsters. And I’m not from their neighborhood.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p2" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">But the disturbing thing is that they’re not talking to ANYONE.
What are they afraid of? Ricky has one possible answer: “Everyone seems to know
a guy who could have killed Tammy, and they’re all worried that person didn’t
act alone.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQNOL_Ish36qowkW6tjqq98qFjr6vrR2J4dooZFksPctK22fTfBFDDhlqyA3VoXMxOQe7gqssFJ_NcWR2qqhajFH24KUpPcmv46yvgLaHWIxSFaAB8cU7ok7SLozEiOjBf8ZLlYS6Z3bPXxsuIOTAvRQ5rMnlxk4jyuoz2EzqctUm-5Lt4bu3-5K1/s499/70609762_114992359891950_7099980548340187136_n.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="499" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQNOL_Ish36qowkW6tjqq98qFjr6vrR2J4dooZFksPctK22fTfBFDDhlqyA3VoXMxOQe7gqssFJ_NcWR2qqhajFH24KUpPcmv46yvgLaHWIxSFaAB8cU7ok7SLozEiOjBf8ZLlYS6Z3bPXxsuIOTAvRQ5rMnlxk4jyuoz2EzqctUm-5Lt4bu3-5K1/w400-h341/70609762_114992359891950_7099980548340187136_n.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpWNg__tG7I-Bt6qala7G7HcuHjs1oNBJvc4cQY1E-9_wPX-L-8s9XziqjqCIqlBxZyS-4HfNtR2yC1rd81nwsFzTaZ-kpqNYFhGxr-kEed5uPBb6oZ4h6M9CWZT3qoLeyYjiKA3HbWNok7eJ_LdfhdwZr8S8fz7z4z3TgVRjUBIWn4hOuvFbifla/s1200/71492725_117200589671127_543194254910947328_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="842" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpWNg__tG7I-Bt6qala7G7HcuHjs1oNBJvc4cQY1E-9_wPX-L-8s9XziqjqCIqlBxZyS-4HfNtR2yC1rd81nwsFzTaZ-kpqNYFhGxr-kEed5uPBb6oZ4h6M9CWZT3qoLeyYjiKA3HbWNok7eJ_LdfhdwZr8S8fz7z4z3TgVRjUBIWn4hOuvFbifla/w281-h400/71492725_117200589671127_543194254910947328_n.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">One day, in 1994, Tammy and a friend made plans to ride bikes
with other friends, but she had yard work to finish first. She was out back
raking leaves with her mom, so he started helping. “I remember thinking I was
so cool back then,” he said. “I had my Huffy ‘white heat” 12-speed and Orlando
Magic jacket, and I was ready to ride around and impress everyone. I was such a
dork.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">But Tammy wasn’t very happy that day. She had just
changed her hairstyle and didn’t like the way it looked. “Someone had told her
it looked like a Q-tip,” he said. “I couldn’t relate. My hair at that time
looked absolutely amazing. I no longer had a mullet. We called my hairstyle
‘the horse’s ass.’ I had a two-inch-by-four-inch patch of longer hair
above/across my forehead, and shorter spiked hair behind that slop, with faded
shaved sides. I also used enough hairspray and gel to create a rock-hard,
hurricane-resistant wave of hair that appeared to flow effortlessly from the
front towards the back of my head.”</span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">So being the supportive friend, always knowing the
right things to say (not), he decided he was going to cheer Tammy up. “It’s not
that bad,” he said. “It looks nice. It reminds me of my grandma.”</span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">Tammy stared at him in disbelief. “I tried to
explain that’s not what I meant—I really meant it looked like a perm or
reminded me of a perm, not that she actually looked like my grandma,” he
said. </span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">But it was too late. She said, “You little bitch!”
Then, she pointed the rake handle at him and said, “You better watch it or
grandma’s gonna shove this rake up your ass.”</span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">At that point he totally lost it and burst out
laughing. She swung the rake at him a few times and he fended it off. “Then,
she did the thinkable,” he said. “She reached out and messed my hair up. I was
mortified. She knew it took me 20 to 40 minutes to place every hair in the
perfect location. She looked so happy after that—so proud of herself.”</span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">He told her he had to leave. “I couldn’t believe
what she did,” he said. “I let her know my life was officially ruined.” She said,
“You poor baby. Does grandma need to give you a hug?”</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">He told her, “Yes I do need a hug and I’m going to
tell my mom,” he said. She kept laughing. When he saw her mother towards the
front of the house, he called out, “Tammy messed up my hair.”</span><br />
<br />
<span class="yiv7616410293s2">Sue yelled back, “Tammy knock it off.” After
cleaning up the yard, he and Tammy rode their bikes to some friends of hers on
Rosewell Street. All was forgiven.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 0in 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>*</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">I related the above story to show the humanness of Tammy, which
had been lacking in past reports about her murder. Tammy was not exactly a
saint. I know from several accounts that she was sexually active—not exactly
promiscuous, but let’s just say she had friends with benefits. She had a good
personality, but if you got her dander up, you definitely knew it.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">I had figured that the raking story might prompt someone might
step up with information—that a friend or acquaintance might say, “You know
what? Fuck it. I’m coming forward. I’m doing the right thing.”</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">But who am I kidding? The code of silence seems to be an
impossible one to break in this case.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">I can write about Tammy’s personality to no end—and I should,
because it gets lost in the narrative. Still, it has been nearly 30 years—and
not only will no one come provide any relevant information, but also no one
from the neighborhood is even willing to discuss the case—at all. And that is
really weird.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">“It’s almost like she’s a forbidden subject,” said Ricky.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Again, I ask, why?</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">Well, it could be that the last person to see her probably
didn’t want to get involved in the case in 1994 because he was a scared kid—and
now is a nervous adult with a family who doesn’t want to get pulled into an
investigation. He or she might have confided in friends back then, but now none
of them will touch this case with a 10-foot pole.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYL4Dc79xnnBJxEgsOQ3YkBynBzdnDwQ8v2Mt-dtEtYhYFXxw2F5pi44po1UgottNFK3IL2_ee7JiYf8jg45JHgNtqmWuNBciXcEzvT9Usc3k3gvx6Cgj6hjZW_GeGc4nvrAyacUwbDUIYBKSF5w2z6izGqPC4u3AkdZ2Gxv6qzTyqWOlB1A5-rqQa/s776/71558861_132095118181674_4977124071016759296_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="524" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYL4Dc79xnnBJxEgsOQ3YkBynBzdnDwQ8v2Mt-dtEtYhYFXxw2F5pi44po1UgottNFK3IL2_ee7JiYf8jg45JHgNtqmWuNBciXcEzvT9Usc3k3gvx6Cgj6hjZW_GeGc4nvrAyacUwbDUIYBKSF5w2z6izGqPC4u3AkdZ2Gxv6qzTyqWOlB1A5-rqQa/w270-h400/71558861_132095118181674_4977124071016759296_n.jpg" width="270" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">In 2019, when Ricky was contacting people about the case, a
detective (at least he identified himself as a detective) appeared at his door
and asked him to stop—to let him and his colleagues do their job. “He hinted
that something was going to happen with her case,” said Ricky. “I took it to
mean that Tammy’s case was either going to be solved or some new information
was going to be released soon.” The man cited Massachusetts General Law Chapter
286, Section 13B, which prohibits intimidation or harassment of witnesses and
persons furnishing information in connection with criminal proceedings—anything
that would impede or interfere with an investigation. This prompted Ricky to
cease and desist. That was four years ago—as far as we can tell, there has been
no earth-shattering break in the investigation. So Ricky has recently resumed
his inquiries.</span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv7616410293s2"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;">And why not? Now is the time to shatter the code of silence. If
not now, when? The Lynds family deserves an answer. If you—or one of your
friends or family members—saw something, say something. If you know
something—ANYTHING—text an anonymous tip: </span></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white;">text the word CRIMES (2-7-4-6-3-7) and type
the word SOLVE followed by the information. Or <span style="color: #262d35;">call
the Springfield Police Homicide Unit at 413-787-6355.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #262d35;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #262d35;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Silence, in this case, is not golden. Silence is fear and complacency.
Don’t be silent when people are desperate to hear from you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="yiv7616410293p1" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #262d35;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-43812119986044987312023-06-01T00:30:00.175-04:002023-06-01T00:30:00.145-04:00Random Stuff, Part 8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dcOm4eSvb1DIteSfXuNwZ6aUlbABd-8gAFz1Q7Zcqwm9DmfBeTlK7Gnpq2Ty2_L_p5W2YkjCRZvmPA-Cm6Rt6CLI0SS-eJJ0bQpdrZC7KWpJLGE8CH6okgifs8N-B0-duWoGUW8G4s5aAVflNzlTNmJqmZR0lO0Rul48mG-egQbpmDf4fjQrtLTl/s553/putnam's%201957.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="553" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dcOm4eSvb1DIteSfXuNwZ6aUlbABd-8gAFz1Q7Zcqwm9DmfBeTlK7Gnpq2Ty2_L_p5W2YkjCRZvmPA-Cm6Rt6CLI0SS-eJJ0bQpdrZC7KWpJLGE8CH6okgifs8N-B0-duWoGUW8G4s5aAVflNzlTNmJqmZR0lO0Rul48mG-egQbpmDf4fjQrtLTl/w400-h365/putnam's%201957.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">In my endless quest for photos of the now-drained pond that was Putnam’s Puddle, I haven’t uncovered any good pictures from the shore, but I recently found a great site: <a href="http://historicaerials.com">historicaerials.com</a>. Just plug in the address and you have plenty of birds-eye views to choose from. Just choose the year, going back to 1957.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And above is the pond back in ‘57—please ignore the annoying watermarks. At the shore on the bottom of the middle of the pond you can see the mushroom-shaped swimming beach that protruded across from the end of Maebeth Street:</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you follow Sunrise Terrace going right from the intersection of Maebeth Street, you can see where the housing across the street from the pond ends at Aldrew Terrace—there are woods before the HUD houses were built on Sunrise.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Interestingly, in some aerials taken of The Puddle in the 1970s, the pond is difficult to see because of all the algae. The contrast is clear in the 1950s and you can see the water—less so in the ‘70s, when the water is obscured by the muck. Yes, just as I remember it</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>—very mucky at times</span><span>—</span><span>especially in the summer.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Check out the lack of tree cover on the side streets in 1957—this was all farmland until the Acres post-war housing boom and the planted trees in the yards are still small.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhab8wauoLzg1uTRh7A17Wd4-Xlh0kV_fptDob_crnRdTDmP9bzNOtur-1NNorgsTUgbyhs1bx96SNbm0oMS45xL3QkxKY8ZqF3Rwts37gjf_Ws1zVATtvg_MinmdDlchWxRfw4BOQMdjr-lY7I1iYiA0oLuFkiAT_wcHUtqdctFn7ok4gAXBZgVbTM/s573/breckwood%201957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="573" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhab8wauoLzg1uTRh7A17Wd4-Xlh0kV_fptDob_crnRdTDmP9bzNOtur-1NNorgsTUgbyhs1bx96SNbm0oMS45xL3QkxKY8ZqF3Rwts37gjf_Ws1zVATtvg_MinmdDlchWxRfw4BOQMdjr-lY7I1iYiA0oLuFkiAT_wcHUtqdctFn7ok4gAXBZgVbTM/w400-h358/breckwood%201957.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1957, Breckwood Pond (above) sure was a lot larger, and longer than the 2023 version (below)—extending all the way on the right to the end of the Gateway Village apartments below it. Compare it to micro version of a pond it is now:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkwE0l1dEa9oxZN-zCTNvrB5S9dmkIw5DrcKJp-ei6y0B0uRaA9tIKz67PiMlh7sIsxIg2MhKlAXjiRgt6adVNDCUQ0mmdKLMOB91EkWcPzyRNhcsSaBsYkkoLwBDTlO0epnVIkIDAQ4olGB-fHSuTyJHhJPczP6CC2kVUL7xuZDD4qTyHuDOvI08/s490/breckwood%20pond.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="490" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkwE0l1dEa9oxZN-zCTNvrB5S9dmkIw5DrcKJp-ei6y0B0uRaA9tIKz67PiMlh7sIsxIg2MhKlAXjiRgt6adVNDCUQ0mmdKLMOB91EkWcPzyRNhcsSaBsYkkoLwBDTlO0epnVIkIDAQ4olGB-fHSuTyJHhJPczP6CC2kVUL7xuZDD4qTyHuDOvI08/w400-h263/breckwood%20pond.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a 1971 aerial of Friendly Field, the baseball diamond that is now a parking lot next to the Sixteen Acres Library. You can see the roofs of the dugouts. The arrow is pointing at the third-baseline dugout.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV1SQCwVzLKfgBZY2E1vPcn_QduY85PVhqpuLt5D8TWFVYVBo8WN8PgUQvX8yDyM84FQfmugXFqAHqo0ZR4o9k_4GWju4t_0tawM3WZx-PPuLbawneud6-Fs32AnZJi5Q-T-tKtZqR8oj7XWU9GVMhGfdUI9204xRIREPfk-FyWalCbA06eYj1Ve9/s551/greenleaf%20dugout.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="551" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQV1SQCwVzLKfgBZY2E1vPcn_QduY85PVhqpuLt5D8TWFVYVBo8WN8PgUQvX8yDyM84FQfmugXFqAHqo0ZR4o9k_4GWju4t_0tawM3WZx-PPuLbawneud6-Fs32AnZJi5Q-T-tKtZqR8oj7XWU9GVMhGfdUI9204xRIREPfk-FyWalCbA06eYj1Ve9/w400-h360/greenleaf%20dugout.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can see the square, four-way HOT sign atop the old House of Television building in The Center:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykStLrYUdke0kOGQwD_Ga7H9qHdZ0UY6tFXEnf1HBW4O_IeXgkdjw39pwq2iSGtyZq5aAis8Sqp0Wah59HUcV8FA4piK92laoEBgv_F3HO46917CrJekl51jT8X_HkkB61xBemOqLkUzpkjWgmNv-Hlw3xjxhLkwpnAuEBCMebGLsHpGnA0HWvU9E/s558/hot%20sign%20aerial.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="558" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykStLrYUdke0kOGQwD_Ga7H9qHdZ0UY6tFXEnf1HBW4O_IeXgkdjw39pwq2iSGtyZq5aAis8Sqp0Wah59HUcV8FA4piK92laoEBgv_F3HO46917CrJekl51jT8X_HkkB61xBemOqLkUzpkjWgmNv-Hlw3xjxhLkwpnAuEBCMebGLsHpGnA0HWvU9E/w400-h368/hot%20sign%20aerial.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYXVmUrAE4-56Rr5JQmVj9zkv6Iw8JPq_Ryy78vE9GZgj-OJRYY-iHQ0YOk7K9mHcdamZ8sSzkHUthqT2xXVzGDcTVAgSYlrbH7VmZUEs6zffuPBGzRMCp6wM1CL_CkAsJNA88TQmVbYYpyb2aZytvJ_SeZ43jo69WdqOO60VYQDNmpDdW4P7go_D/s768/49385107_10156939545229935_1484464993851146240_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYXVmUrAE4-56Rr5JQmVj9zkv6Iw8JPq_Ryy78vE9GZgj-OJRYY-iHQ0YOk7K9mHcdamZ8sSzkHUthqT2xXVzGDcTVAgSYlrbH7VmZUEs6zffuPBGzRMCp6wM1CL_CkAsJNA88TQmVbYYpyb2aZytvJ_SeZ43jo69WdqOO60VYQDNmpDdW4P7go_D/w400-h400/49385107_10156939545229935_1484464993851146240_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvfhb9z_UR44r9CZmLwvsbs-VkHA_CLa9T7iaMKvcg_2rTyqw8wUcO0_2PtX4B01Mz0ywESGiFKKgWEvXM7M0LIOiqvHwovgdqEsv_3gfXLArgxKGUVNjGFbeO5WGXiQzTI1P9ixWyTOxOt3GRqt38k5HbAM0g-6I7lEK1FFiipwl7iIsDlrF0v2j/s699/liberty%20and%20carew.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="699" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqvfhb9z_UR44r9CZmLwvsbs-VkHA_CLa9T7iaMKvcg_2rTyqw8wUcO0_2PtX4B01Mz0ywESGiFKKgWEvXM7M0LIOiqvHwovgdqEsv_3gfXLArgxKGUVNjGFbeO5WGXiQzTI1P9ixWyTOxOt3GRqt38k5HbAM0g-6I7lEK1FFiipwl7iIsDlrF0v2j/w400-h217/liberty%20and%20carew.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Brunton Triangle in Hungry Hill—known as Bottle Park in the old days, a nickname that probably dates back to the Great Depression—is where neighborhood alcoholics used to drink all day.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxETRN8UMkAIoa41eg--Im_9tBvQShf__WWPJfuu6STxkkbwEnpphn105IXHx90gxROo3ArzDiJBraAirZworB89IVEbsHlYOkTwcI70yVPcD4eCd1RmG6FYWiYnurJ9LNToYVfDClj7KJ_Njwf18L8h74FVUGAa2FISx9hYPYAZiC3GyFdmSmS8MB/s755/bottle%20park.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="755" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxETRN8UMkAIoa41eg--Im_9tBvQShf__WWPJfuu6STxkkbwEnpphn105IXHx90gxROo3ArzDiJBraAirZworB89IVEbsHlYOkTwcI70yVPcD4eCd1RmG6FYWiYnurJ9LNToYVfDClj7KJ_Njwf18L8h74FVUGAa2FISx9hYPYAZiC3GyFdmSmS8MB/w400-h203/bottle%20park.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s difficult to imagine such blatant boozing going on at such a major intersection, Liberty and Carew—the heart of Hungry Hill—but after Prohibition ended and unemployment was still high, there was lots of imbibing in public, especially among down-and-outers.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Those were desperate times. My father, who was from Hungry Hill, once related the story of seeing a woman and her children sobbing on the sidewalk among their furniture and all their other possessions after being evicted during the Depression. He didn’t say where they ended up—presumably with relatives or worse: the dreaded “poor house.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhZ7axxR7ejlqQDTjDaFhwMU2D9u3UjJovA9AHTV-rc05rKqfjM47DhdQ3hS76_SXfPfsBpeRRbvnR5gHABoyH-csDNLkADqkFM_-9P_im3My5JaYmgZ1zVS6--rOj5M5YG_wMCay6K8g557vI5lFYONCMVajRhpaXmLcQ7ID1FbjvdmrCyrIQez_/s668/hangar%20one%20poster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="518" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhZ7axxR7ejlqQDTjDaFhwMU2D9u3UjJovA9AHTV-rc05rKqfjM47DhdQ3hS76_SXfPfsBpeRRbvnR5gHABoyH-csDNLkADqkFM_-9P_im3My5JaYmgZ1zVS6--rOj5M5YG_wMCay6K8g557vI5lFYONCMVajRhpaXmLcQ7ID1FbjvdmrCyrIQez_/w310-h400/hangar%20one%20poster.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>I didn’t think there were any old Hangar One posters hanging around the internet, but here’s one featuring the Incredible Casuals, a group I saw a zillion times as the house band at the Beachcomber in Wellfleet. </span><span>I go into the history of Hangar One in <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2022/05/random-stuff.html" target="_blank">another post</a>.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnXidX7eS4U3MuvWY1DLtAAUD06iyQUb8glSBompbH7XQkgiN5l5hj3D56hZBeIuTfnVNKDClzwLtCzTxaOA9oDB57E4OU4NiZ02iudgylp-Ax1CA7jG3W8IsVrdY4YvYe9YZLgtqBagAxsBAIzS36nnp1i3ef6Z4iv7ZFC0qRYnrEMWsFnFf8Bao/s960/29134054_1837530772937340_3804465572482121728_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="960" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnXidX7eS4U3MuvWY1DLtAAUD06iyQUb8glSBompbH7XQkgiN5l5hj3D56hZBeIuTfnVNKDClzwLtCzTxaOA9oDB57E4OU4NiZ02iudgylp-Ax1CA7jG3W8IsVrdY4YvYe9YZLgtqBagAxsBAIzS36nnp1i3ef6Z4iv7ZFC0qRYnrEMWsFnFf8Bao/w400-h259/29134054_1837530772937340_3804465572482121728_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XM7p_CHf81zNePKZcyOix7gBK3NGrdNxFGgrqlGxgmV_v0QaEV4kvxejP0uFWYpEpVjbBWzn5rIhnbXj7eRw2YitlZNgN_-2jl9Oi3WVa2LvOHpSyBVAPONRv0c14uAaaVFFWB6e1oTlAA_F8a2RPxEe_Mw5WMwN0Bjv_ONXhYgnq-xlDyC9hK_G/s372/hemlockhillpamplet1cov.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="174" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XM7p_CHf81zNePKZcyOix7gBK3NGrdNxFGgrqlGxgmV_v0QaEV4kvxejP0uFWYpEpVjbBWzn5rIhnbXj7eRw2YitlZNgN_-2jl9Oi3WVa2LvOHpSyBVAPONRv0c14uAaaVFFWB6e1oTlAA_F8a2RPxEe_Mw5WMwN0Bjv_ONXhYgnq-xlDyC9hK_G/w188-h400/hemlockhillpamplet1cov.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hemlock Hill was a ski area in Palmer, run by the Sasur family at the corner of Three Rivers Road and Springfield Street (Route 20). How had I never heard of this place when I was growing up? It was open in 1968 until the early 1970s (Another site says 1964 to 1977, and yet another reports the first trail was completed in 1966.) I didn’t start skiing at Mount Tom until around 1976 or 1977, but I might have started skiing earlier if my folks had brought me to this place in Palmer, because it was closer, a less intimidating learning experience (no lifts—just four rope tows), and cost only $1.50 a kid for night skiing, although only the bottom part was illuminated. A season pass was $16!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bdnb61XT4y8yZZGI_HiCZAoPafJ2FRvoYwuvgw0Hr0XpsBDFW0u-XHdInqwaxe8VqCDgA8xmNq5fr8PAEWMFUgvSmtFiI4tgh7P_C3V3VhR3FQaZd2mCHwisSA4Q4Z4nii28PS5Sdxe-VjwPYKt6KR7P7QfmUkcc8lG5RikYD5pijkAYYWX4YwN1/s328/hemlockdirectionsbrochure.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="328" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bdnb61XT4y8yZZGI_HiCZAoPafJ2FRvoYwuvgw0Hr0XpsBDFW0u-XHdInqwaxe8VqCDgA8xmNq5fr8PAEWMFUgvSmtFiI4tgh7P_C3V3VhR3FQaZd2mCHwisSA4Q4Z4nii28PS5Sdxe-VjwPYKt6KR7P7QfmUkcc8lG5RikYD5pijkAYYWX4YwN1/w400-h248/hemlockdirectionsbrochure.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrc4efv0O_juTNPInLqTd_7T8XO9sItKC0K4HGxiWjzULXAOtK-b0TvhUvlPZXCEjaZrs2poNx3Lx97M_IUih_tObozZMPnKqROHiLm1eRq6HDufCN8sSzfqcCi1QMbFzhu4yzuAIRQMK744bLZqlfD1oyzSwgZuXlhDZPZOUy2SfFqoUwNwRKeuVJ/s317/hemlockhillPatch.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="317" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrc4efv0O_juTNPInLqTd_7T8XO9sItKC0K4HGxiWjzULXAOtK-b0TvhUvlPZXCEjaZrs2poNx3Lx97M_IUih_tObozZMPnKqROHiLm1eRq6HDufCN8sSzfqcCi1QMbFzhu4yzuAIRQMK744bLZqlfD1oyzSwgZuXlhDZPZOUy2SfFqoUwNwRKeuVJ/w400-h269/hemlockhillPatch.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was no snowmaking, which undoubtedly helped doom the place, because we all know the winters have gradually become milder, although they were plenty snow-filled here in the late ‘70s. The owner would simply haul snow uphill with a snowcat and dump it on the slopes.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuAEQ6btUk4wAzu8EUufsVt2RHzdIveJH2g8EjeQw17Phw_LZaYJsxm1_yDUFwR1bwl53a-ldJmKXEb9M5MF5WAA4hkiH4RQCvoI157EEq8ZMvYwbNrMJ92LVIlSEfTuLh8LssfKrnFZuRWGzqPeaY3iX7fMwSeC2b-ZnSl7Z_D1PdM_iFiJ1LQaK/s466/hemlockhillslope3tows.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="466" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuAEQ6btUk4wAzu8EUufsVt2RHzdIveJH2g8EjeQw17Phw_LZaYJsxm1_yDUFwR1bwl53a-ldJmKXEb9M5MF5WAA4hkiH4RQCvoI157EEq8ZMvYwbNrMJ92LVIlSEfTuLh8LssfKrnFZuRWGzqPeaY3iX7fMwSeC2b-ZnSl7Z_D1PdM_iFiJ1LQaK/w400-h308/hemlockhillslope3tows.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can plainly see three rope tows in the map below, but there was also a small one, added in 1972, that took skiers to the peak, known in Palmer as Baptist Hill:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl278iavrKmxXPngrFC_rRwGDDjzm8w0xwEURixRLdHN0ffr599cFg4xk2Uscn19l6zuAPKf93Ztjb-o0PhLMmqnrbUm1LR2zmU8pEPsuEm0HCuv-ny30v2tyT8R2m79vst7eNFQ0OFQjTQ2HuzLm3jKkSF35TNy6wDUIANmVBMMH0xFZTuu2YQ7vU/s377/hemlockhilltrailmap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="371" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl278iavrKmxXPngrFC_rRwGDDjzm8w0xwEURixRLdHN0ffr599cFg4xk2Uscn19l6zuAPKf93Ztjb-o0PhLMmqnrbUm1LR2zmU8pEPsuEm0HCuv-ny30v2tyT8R2m79vst7eNFQ0OFQjTQ2HuzLm3jKkSF35TNy6wDUIANmVBMMH0xFZTuu2YQ7vU/w394-h400/hemlockhilltrailmap.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is an aerial view in the springtime when the place was in operation:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwg5rskajJlbq6ZQoAKvbXotX7iO6phfI61qWfuNM7OPOzoOj4R3t7aq6x_LhVdkrszoslKp0rhq552VCvmtH8kmFgD0wW1my2zk35ShoHYBrSWIEytORQmPfCd4WuBbRHp-95ndQ4YRcJ-sVO1qvdyYLMKdygptw8HUBnpkOzI7rjWS065redumA/s535/hemlockhilloverheaddotcom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="535" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwg5rskajJlbq6ZQoAKvbXotX7iO6phfI61qWfuNM7OPOzoOj4R3t7aq6x_LhVdkrszoslKp0rhq552VCvmtH8kmFgD0wW1my2zk35ShoHYBrSWIEytORQmPfCd4WuBbRHp-95ndQ4YRcJ-sVO1qvdyYLMKdygptw8HUBnpkOzI7rjWS065redumA/w400-h304/hemlockhilloverheaddotcom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A view now with the vantage point flipped (Route 20 is at the top instead of the bottom). You can still see some of the remains of the lower trails, divided by two vertical rows of trees, although much of it has filled in. The skating pond is on the upper left:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9lZ4VCebac-efnP4B9NHePkeVEg_BD7Ams_QT8DWpuual_BlOWA0v8xNGu1iR5gjSea9iZW-C7vlUjfxarXAlXrnLJUIHGoaU7crrDWfkXEr0d8in6qYyTy7wcOsi70BzeMGrZ-scQqUzPCF-XooI_VcB6W5oWwNdBEFzr-C03UijmlTOEcvKT6N/s545/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-11%20at%202.20.36%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="545" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9lZ4VCebac-efnP4B9NHePkeVEg_BD7Ams_QT8DWpuual_BlOWA0v8xNGu1iR5gjSea9iZW-C7vlUjfxarXAlXrnLJUIHGoaU7crrDWfkXEr0d8in6qYyTy7wcOsi70BzeMGrZ-scQqUzPCF-XooI_VcB6W5oWwNdBEFzr-C03UijmlTOEcvKT6N/w400-h299/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-11%20at%202.20.36%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Take a look the next time you’re driving by—you can still see the bottom of one of the main trails to the left of trailer:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuF-IbbXzF9MpdsFocE7Fz7FdiNFmM3Xczx0HnQJv_8aRlHy6oIK8rgcDWPLVpbmfeMzEVh6z3BIpL_naUbu74MLIvHgK3yAOeKaAUFrf4LAjLtiSEz7oV0KvkI0Txqi3CtxqN66egvVrxMupdMifqSIzp0jXCs-OG3yOrYisdijUPOUs2-elnXUH/s849/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-11%20at%202.23.48%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="849" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuF-IbbXzF9MpdsFocE7Fz7FdiNFmM3Xczx0HnQJv_8aRlHy6oIK8rgcDWPLVpbmfeMzEVh6z3BIpL_naUbu74MLIvHgK3yAOeKaAUFrf4LAjLtiSEz7oV0KvkI0Txqi3CtxqN66egvVrxMupdMifqSIzp0jXCs-OG3yOrYisdijUPOUs2-elnXUH/w400-h283/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-11%20at%202.23.48%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was finally closed because of high insurance liability and skyrocketing tax rates. In 2013, John Sasur, the owner, actually hiked up and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHXTCTISq4Y" target="_blank">skied down one of the trails</a>. Spoiler alert: he wipes out at the end!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhOaHbf_EtOyTD8S_CM7HhcPXGbA5k63Uck8vb0am5QCWu5bjyEWoyzF3oZRT0VCnrvsyrHRGl5dcArKxQn_MfAsWcslNXfw6rwqv7kb1gSw82mNA2ura4kJzCyd25tC35KIKN5O1pjgVTMByFidkSQ3DT4Gh_55CGM_mB7NOw7UD0LXXVb-rT-mo/s640/319151812_825460371817487_7564006919051404688_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhOaHbf_EtOyTD8S_CM7HhcPXGbA5k63Uck8vb0am5QCWu5bjyEWoyzF3oZRT0VCnrvsyrHRGl5dcArKxQn_MfAsWcslNXfw6rwqv7kb1gSw82mNA2ura4kJzCyd25tC35KIKN5O1pjgVTMByFidkSQ3DT4Gh_55CGM_mB7NOw7UD0LXXVb-rT-mo/w400-h300/319151812_825460371817487_7564006919051404688_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The old Airline Drive-In sign—I've posted this before, but I STILL have no idea who is in possession of this gem. I found it on the Net somewhere. Anyone know where this is? It looks like it’s in front of a bar, and there is a coat room on the right. A function hall? VFW? K of C? Enquiring minds want to know. It’s no secret that I love a good mystery. Readers: we must solve this!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RhNYks1INg-pS4tZj1BImFfmYP6hnDNUE7kCJIggS5FR5jbblfEf7NfJCfaL7Ah75uOn55pw2mrvmoX8Dhp8Kw_rXwtYxdwvLwrboo_-aomxSrOj96gK9T3jGAA8j2xK78HkwC5y-py72lj1zak0CiIpJbsIandZdzZMAbii4gwAlnImaKHhGhFD/s960/thumbnail.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="501" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RhNYks1INg-pS4tZj1BImFfmYP6hnDNUE7kCJIggS5FR5jbblfEf7NfJCfaL7Ah75uOn55pw2mrvmoX8Dhp8Kw_rXwtYxdwvLwrboo_-aomxSrOj96gK9T3jGAA8j2xK78HkwC5y-py72lj1zak0CiIpJbsIandZdzZMAbii4gwAlnImaKHhGhFD/w209-h400/thumbnail.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Another Brick in the Wall” is number four in the spring of 1980. Remember these radio station handouts at record stores? I can say with confidence that back then I wasn’t listening to WHYN, with the lamest playlist on the airwaves. I must confess that I was an HYN top 40 listener when I got my Panasonic transistor radio for Christmas when I was nine in 1972, before I discovered album rock.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Sm2Nx9PVRyQfLxkosPHZu8pmjnHoxQ3KSfI6g-YbSNiunxPTnQqEzr2OiRKHnazNonNkkSsD-YW-g5SWurM6iBXcV85t7pX7JN21lfUljFY2Yw0mMz-3XNP-48aET26cHdq7ZRdg2nZ6gr-tpDGLYX_uuhS8KzI37RFXM-WsVgM0E5CdSwG0t8g/s1100/broadway%20grille.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Sm2Nx9PVRyQfLxkosPHZu8pmjnHoxQ3KSfI6g-YbSNiunxPTnQqEzr2OiRKHnazNonNkkSsD-YW-g5SWurM6iBXcV85t7pX7JN21lfUljFY2Yw0mMz-3XNP-48aET26cHdq7ZRdg2nZ6gr-tpDGLYX_uuhS8KzI37RFXM-WsVgM0E5CdSwG0t8g/w393-h400/broadway%20grille.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This Broadway Grille ad from 1914 got me wondering about the adjacent Broadway Theater. I had not heard of this Springfield movie house—probably because it stopped showing films in 1952. The Broadway Theater opened in 1913 in a block on the west end of Bridge Street that was torn down in 1953 to build a parking lot. That whole area was ultimately bulldozed in the late 1960s to make way for I-91.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgags5opwp8_2MC8QsHnTQZ4y5uRJm9nlaGrdObgbPUZh7LIBI71JyA5jFWgVoW54aQFCVdMXyfWNj9CMK-7FA3L-sEH5s73C5PDeQQFhIOlskOyAc57dFS1e977GtfURQTKdzDFiv6Tvs8SLe_zvpVmCHUjmAbzEorfC-_0cGLbZoDYG30-pCoh0Rt/s640/thumbnail%20copy%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="377" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgags5opwp8_2MC8QsHnTQZ4y5uRJm9nlaGrdObgbPUZh7LIBI71JyA5jFWgVoW54aQFCVdMXyfWNj9CMK-7FA3L-sEH5s73C5PDeQQFhIOlskOyAc57dFS1e977GtfURQTKdzDFiv6Tvs8SLe_zvpVmCHUjmAbzEorfC-_0cGLbZoDYG30-pCoh0Rt/w236-h400/thumbnail%20copy%202.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcnQNjgOFnxaNBifDSCKNI-1I0-6S5i0clrW8ARYioUfbYl5vqsmeL9jfKTliTVYTql0vB23dl-iHqUEfql5CWtqlJ6MqzpEaYlPFonFJQxCloeD-Fluj32n8Vd20Xtirb8gHwvxZ7p0vTA8EqlwiJMt77LkssS-HxHTBi4tqVoAsLGk5dT9uqSMo/s640/thumbnail%20copy.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="409" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcnQNjgOFnxaNBifDSCKNI-1I0-6S5i0clrW8ARYioUfbYl5vqsmeL9jfKTliTVYTql0vB23dl-iHqUEfql5CWtqlJ6MqzpEaYlPFonFJQxCloeD-Fluj32n8Vd20Xtirb8gHwvxZ7p0vTA8EqlwiJMt77LkssS-HxHTBi4tqVoAsLGk5dT9uqSMo/w256-h400/thumbnail%20copy.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The loss of this theater was unfortunate because it was one of downtown’s largest and most ornate cinemas. The place actually had an escalator that took patrons up to the balcony and loges, which had 1,100 seats (there were 1,800 seats downstairs).</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJ3TW3Avb4TiS3ypjCQefKQ_v1eCo6R57vxT4QnGF7jvV9RbpV5dLV9P6v-OD4ho6rtFbCxekwJszARPowNoKpFYai3TMUXahII-nTjYgXMvuth4uaL05y9t2rzFkGV-25u9R-nV0dakLjd9p7yu9xLPgw3nbqRbbUSA9SsvnHE_8Gls9VZB9MZGJ/s640/broadway%20inside.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="640" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJ3TW3Avb4TiS3ypjCQefKQ_v1eCo6R57vxT4QnGF7jvV9RbpV5dLV9P6v-OD4ho6rtFbCxekwJszARPowNoKpFYai3TMUXahII-nTjYgXMvuth4uaL05y9t2rzFkGV-25u9R-nV0dakLjd9p7yu9xLPgw3nbqRbbUSA9SsvnHE_8Gls9VZB9MZGJ/w400-h253/broadway%20inside.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Check out the giant sign on the roof that lit up the night:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FK6HBJ1BkEf9Cvm1xbgec2_38B5b_lgnh7mA59WynxQfNKn3ZXOABW49wG44kX2lthPZtbZg8y4IXyzYfJCcydidDnBT9B81HOAA_WHMHpa3PzO8CyGMW59WNsfhQPBOK8GevX1yW75YLB32iH92A1ISLv3KrqK6RZTRgb0oIx1oz_Hsfr7BsG34/s512/thumbnail%20copy%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="349" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FK6HBJ1BkEf9Cvm1xbgec2_38B5b_lgnh7mA59WynxQfNKn3ZXOABW49wG44kX2lthPZtbZg8y4IXyzYfJCcydidDnBT9B81HOAA_WHMHpa3PzO8CyGMW59WNsfhQPBOK8GevX1yW75YLB32iH92A1ISLv3KrqK6RZTRgb0oIx1oz_Hsfr7BsG34/w273-h400/thumbnail%20copy%203.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAgmUV-wS24SY2f5Phw9LzaUAWvi38y7f6KCT4fIW9lqDAT7oeJN5dED-oWRQZh69GGwrt0YoqbuIaRtJJHA7ORgvpFIXnp8ai5lKhLeZ_h-vySE6az1n-OQY7_ink7cWXPJ6j_az749RcJ3EwoFAw0e8FniRN6nrKeU_NpnvA7WT45FG_A69ZtqO/s640/thumbnail.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="409" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAgmUV-wS24SY2f5Phw9LzaUAWvi38y7f6KCT4fIW9lqDAT7oeJN5dED-oWRQZh69GGwrt0YoqbuIaRtJJHA7ORgvpFIXnp8ai5lKhLeZ_h-vySE6az1n-OQY7_ink7cWXPJ6j_az749RcJ3EwoFAw0e8FniRN6nrKeU_NpnvA7WT45FG_A69ZtqO/w256-h400/thumbnail.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Its first performance: a play called Green Stockings:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoYm-y3Xk-ytOM1uNs3qs6zbjMe3ej3TvzXehF3IYX42qyyLmIF_I-5jGexsK69rCOnS2Bx52qoTO9D1q9xwr61ZLZmB4mpcsKDKxNtm2FcnLeBJv1hqpgQT9iLPn-_lNrKcSw_vCKROrkV_O54Q3QW_sNUvB_Nth0B94O5xsAsbsz0vHXYgE3ggk/s509/stockings.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="212" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoYm-y3Xk-ytOM1uNs3qs6zbjMe3ej3TvzXehF3IYX42qyyLmIF_I-5jGexsK69rCOnS2Bx52qoTO9D1q9xwr61ZLZmB4mpcsKDKxNtm2FcnLeBJv1hqpgQT9iLPn-_lNrKcSw_vCKROrkV_O54Q3QW_sNUvB_Nth0B94O5xsAsbsz0vHXYgE3ggk/w166-h400/stockings.jpg" width="166" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wow, look at this non-politically correct ad from July 1, 1913:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUKR8hqrs3ERPXY21Mw6BBk6Ds7GnBaGU52xhwQjlKAl7QmSHbsdaoryVW3eXKnehKFvqxycyqSirZMYJG4PHvswlX8Y-bk3LM-MnsDv8nFJ2RJMNIcKxWl5A1xTy1rkTIF7AxOvAMIITzMWCKZmznQpu3naD76X_RZEBALDaCG18GlYdTRPtC5CF/s230/broadway%20pc.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="123" data-original-width="230" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUKR8hqrs3ERPXY21Mw6BBk6Ds7GnBaGU52xhwQjlKAl7QmSHbsdaoryVW3eXKnehKFvqxycyqSirZMYJG4PHvswlX8Y-bk3LM-MnsDv8nFJ2RJMNIcKxWl5A1xTy1rkTIF7AxOvAMIITzMWCKZmznQpu3naD76X_RZEBALDaCG18GlYdTRPtC5CF/w400-h214/broadway%20pc.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the end, the Broadway was used for professional wrestling. Although the reports I read had it closing in 1952, I found several newspaper ads for wrestling there as late as April 1953, including midget wrestling:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Gy7M0aGU7iMnOAoq8To1igRol-lFoCZsNXisRZmVMlAW_UoRhfhXOCRTBp7Sm7gHaoPat5UHX7cxBy6e7ivirHYr0jMVJTFTAhQQUzHuFlAapmBxI-C1oTKOJ1-EWU1YMelTQYckLTjLv_97VjAlTRI5zn8WKyJ1EfAilc__-4hBsgM2vrB-xZKo/s229/midget.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="229" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Gy7M0aGU7iMnOAoq8To1igRol-lFoCZsNXisRZmVMlAW_UoRhfhXOCRTBp7Sm7gHaoPat5UHX7cxBy6e7ivirHYr0jMVJTFTAhQQUzHuFlAapmBxI-C1oTKOJ1-EWU1YMelTQYckLTjLv_97VjAlTRI5zn8WKyJ1EfAilc__-4hBsgM2vrB-xZKo/w400-h377/midget.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, that’s Sky Low Low, who I remember wrestling into the 1970s! Ladies wrestling was also featured at the Broadway in the place’s final year. My God: Don Leo Jonathan wrestled there as well. I watched him wrestle Bruno Sammartino on TV in the early 1970s.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AQ63JNN0P6TbAZo0timKnORK1xQwrHqmewUoqwgPzrObBlSjPZlzsfTpeJtN9GcfnciU45-ia9wziW7_kej_zrZKcehfWJdEs0qzAZShFJoBsA5hb7GLg1nlV9wsbT4Oa33MAnlZTmjxnS3EA8pu1F1H7E8JQMM_dnRo5pzVKxbJ3eTbUmvpr1yp/s230/johnathan.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AQ63JNN0P6TbAZo0timKnORK1xQwrHqmewUoqwgPzrObBlSjPZlzsfTpeJtN9GcfnciU45-ia9wziW7_kej_zrZKcehfWJdEs0qzAZShFJoBsA5hb7GLg1nlV9wsbT4Oa33MAnlZTmjxnS3EA8pu1F1H7E8JQMM_dnRo5pzVKxbJ3eTbUmvpr1yp/w400-h400/johnathan.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTDMMUfL5-3fHwxbF_JzoNs9ub1iz8h-OWphG73XfDePLS4hspUdXDl54S_L-5cpxhweYLb0HhYsxSeMwxyqVTnR3ahIMcttiiVFyJKBITqEU2xJ26ASo1bORGs-2ka1mqeFA0kB-GGIi8JJdaKfyTB-OVXH1jkaelB8YRHiia0tsLgwWEg6BCqFk/s640/critter%20beer.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTDMMUfL5-3fHwxbF_JzoNs9ub1iz8h-OWphG73XfDePLS4hspUdXDl54S_L-5cpxhweYLb0HhYsxSeMwxyqVTnR3ahIMcttiiVFyJKBITqEU2xJ26ASo1bORGs-2ka1mqeFA0kB-GGIi8JJdaKfyTB-OVXH1jkaelB8YRHiia0tsLgwWEg6BCqFk/w400-h400/critter%20beer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It only figures that the legendary Cobble Mountain Critter—the Sasquatch of the woods in Russell, Granville, and Blandford, is not only featured on a <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/am/podcast/the-cobble-mountain-critter/id1274188453?i=1000478489542" target="_blank">podcast</a>, but is the name of a microbrew IPA. Here is an account of <a href="https://squatchable.com/report.asp?id=7951&title=Night+fisherman+has+possible+encounter+at+the+Cobble+Mountain+Reservoir" target="_blank">a possible sighting</a>. Encapsulated, in case you don’t feel like clicking on the link, in the year 2000, the witness had snuck into the reservoir shore for some night fishing. He never got a clear view of the critter, but he claims something approached him with very human-sounding strides. He saw a dark shape in the moonlight that was tall, with very broad shoulders. He beamed a flashlight on it as it walked away and when it turned around he saw eye-shine from the monster’s pupils. When it reached the road it emitted a “loud shrieking howl.” Then fisherman panicked, cut his line, and fled to his car.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAsZXI1aqQrJBG9DYrLCqifDoEmBxT_1kVeG2pHDLpaFbO1EaE1gKbCpsu9j52U60yzbzlwrGxudKrWeODUfILmb_cpJ2r9rcd3wmeN1M9XuGgKEi6JaNrIN8vaJnjLvsUvt3L8EtXHUQ4t8Bpl7-B8Svc1tDspd-l98BofklvmdFC1GNgVqkGuUr/s1080/cobble%20reservoir.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="1080" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAsZXI1aqQrJBG9DYrLCqifDoEmBxT_1kVeG2pHDLpaFbO1EaE1gKbCpsu9j52U60yzbzlwrGxudKrWeODUfILmb_cpJ2r9rcd3wmeN1M9XuGgKEi6JaNrIN8vaJnjLvsUvt3L8EtXHUQ4t8Bpl7-B8Svc1tDspd-l98BofklvmdFC1GNgVqkGuUr/w400-h259/cobble%20reservoir.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See you in July. Check out my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hellsacres" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>!</span></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-18555854584091145592023-04-13T19:37:00.043-04:002023-12-21T14:19:12.731-05:00The 1994 Fox Road Murder Mystery, Part 2: More Questions Than Answers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U5gzcmRZ6P080qH5emzvHAsCANy5cw6yaxOOIisOf_deArFUSFMbapcMBFLVtGynufPLYl1-EFhlQ0C3yPaqDpqvjyRLt_T7WF4_2co2y9nvwcOiFNWUDqQcue6nuYXMJ8vMnLhl1esJOXKGVPIwaQQCr2KkmxMbMDssyqmg9mh43D-w-7O9f5ly/s593/79182210_162853188439200_7702870115611574272_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="593" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U5gzcmRZ6P080qH5emzvHAsCANy5cw6yaxOOIisOf_deArFUSFMbapcMBFLVtGynufPLYl1-EFhlQ0C3yPaqDpqvjyRLt_T7WF4_2co2y9nvwcOiFNWUDqQcue6nuYXMJ8vMnLhl1esJOXKGVPIwaQQCr2KkmxMbMDssyqmg9mh43D-w-7O9f5ly/w400-h351/79182210_162853188439200_7702870115611574272_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: medium;">New developments in an old case: the names of boys who Tammy was “seeing” around the time of her death, a knife that was found at the scene, an earlier violent assault on Tammy, and the possibility that she was pregnant.</span></span><p></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">On November 4, 1994, almost four months after 15-year-old Tammy Lynds snuck out of her house </span></span><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s6" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">at midnight</span></span><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">, her skeleton was found in the brush just off Fox Road in Springfield.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Nearly 30 years later, and more than a decade since I wrote </span></span><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: #196ad4; outline: none;" target="_blank"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Part 1</span></a><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">, the homicide remains unsolved, with very few revelations. Here’s one of them: after Tammy’s sister, Allison, said that Tammy was supposed to meet someone the night she went missing, police interviewed the very person Tammy allegedly had named as her potential rendezvous partner. A pair of detectives spoke to the boy in his backyard, away from his parents. At that point, her whereabouts were still unknown.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">“The two officers told me they already knew what Tammy and I had been doing together,” he said. “They said she wrote a detailed description of everything in her diary,” and as long he told the truth, “I wouldn’t get in any trouble and they wouldn’t tell my parents. So I told them.”</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">His voice was quivering, and he was shaking as he told them about the <b style="outline: none;">“</b>inappropriate kid stuff” he and Tammy sometimes did when they were alone. He was nervous, because after all, he was only 15, and a girl was missing. “Then they asked if they could look around,” he said. “My parents agreed—we had nothing to hide.”</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Ricky (last name withheld by request) still had nothing to hide when he was pulled out of a classroom after Tammy’s remains were found. “I was called into the office at school and I had a picture of her shoved in my face,” he said. “Then they brought me to the station for questioning.”</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">In the almost three decades since the murder, those following the case have believed that a key to solving the murder is determining who Tammy met with that night. But Ricky said it wasn’t him. </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">In fact, more than just about anything, Ricky would like this murder solved—because he and Tammy were friends.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At times, life hasn’t been easy for Ricky, who has multiple medical conditions, including hyperthyroidism, and he is on permanent disability for an untreatable genetic skeletal muscle disorder. Still, among all the difficulties of his of his childhood and adulthood, one of the most frustrating tribulations has been losing a friend to murder, and then seeing her grieving family in limbo all these years.</span></span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important; outline: none;"></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrl4c6wzh8-giGe7fcCvLzUl96GauFBOM85ylGy8GVtgcDbjl9TIsuwi-liDi--4UvCxxDKXRz_yYJNq8BuvvyROM2EhPTWy5k4aIm9ho1D5pGpjd6qOt357JiEV2QfGlbfwz_6huxCqJ09uC7AXW4d7RO4DAeFWuGlAD3h9XU7227uxD8MApzGsHr/s715/tammy%20allison%20and%20josh.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="715" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrl4c6wzh8-giGe7fcCvLzUl96GauFBOM85ylGy8GVtgcDbjl9TIsuwi-liDi--4UvCxxDKXRz_yYJNq8BuvvyROM2EhPTWy5k4aIm9ho1D5pGpjd6qOt357JiEV2QfGlbfwz_6huxCqJ09uC7AXW4d7RO4DAeFWuGlAD3h9XU7227uxD8MApzGsHr/w400-h389/tammy%20allison%20and%20josh.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky knew Tammy well—he had dinner at her house on occasion, he attended Our Lady of the Sacred Heart School with her, and they remained friends, even though after graduating from OLSH she went to Central High School and he went to Putnam. The murder had a chilling effect on a typical group of adolescent friends who tried to break up teen boredom with the usual activities and shenanigans.</span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">“Tammy would read comics in my basement with me and my cousins at times,” he said “We all would ride the trails in the woods around North Branch and up and down the side streets off Sunrise Terrace when she came around. Tammy even came over and swam in our pool with my cousins and my mom at least one time that summer. There were occasions where a bunch of us would play video games together. We used to talk on the phone about all kinds of random stuff, like Star Trek. She loved Star Trek.” Tammy, who was interested in astronomy and wanted to be an astronaut, had talked enthusiastically with Ricky about comet Shoemaker-Levy 9, which was about to hit Jupiter in the summer of 1994. “We were excited to get our driver’s permits,” he said. “We also used to prank call people all the time. I was the number one offender, saying whatever stupid stuff came into my head.”</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Tammy’s death left a void not only with her family, but also her friends. Ricky felt it immediately. “My mother dropped me off to see the movie Star Trek Generations alone in West Springfield that November of 1994 after Tammy was found, because no one else I knew liked Star Trek,” he said.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">To this day, Ricky doesn’t know who else was questioned by police about the murder, except for a 13-year-old neighborhood boy who had commented to another kid that the skeleton that was found, which was still unidentified, was probably Tammy. Detectives were told about this remark, and they went to his home. “I guess his mom let the cops talk to him alone,” and the boy broke down and cried. He knew nothing, recalled Ricky. “I remember his older brother laughing about how swollen his little brother’s eyes were,” he said.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">The next time Ricky was interviewed was in 2012, when police were re-investigating the cold case. He told them all he knew. Again, he had nothing to hide, and he doesn’t to this day. </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">In Ricky’s correspondence with Allison over the years, she told him she believes that the person who lured her sister out of the house on that fateful night had pretended that Ricky wanted to see her. Supposedly, a person named Sammy had also asked her sister if she wanted to spend Friday night (the following night) roller skating at the Interskate 91 rink in Wilbraham, but her parents said no.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Several years ago, a paranormal investigator—who in videos has tried to contact Tammy’s spirit for clues—interviewed her father, Richard Lynds, who said on camera it was his understanding that Tammy was romancing two boys simultaneously at the time of her death: Ricky and someone named David. “She was playing a game between them,” he said. “All I know is Tammy was dared out by somebody.” Based on her diary, Richard Lynds had originally assumed it was Ricky—Richard and Tammy’s brother had pedaled their bikes over to his house and talked to him, his mother, and his siblings on the day she was reported missing—but apparently David is also someone to consider in this mystery.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Ricky had never heard of David or Sammy. “I don’t recall Tammy ever going roller skating or talking about it either,” said Ricky, who went to Interskate 91 a lot with his brother, friends, and cousins.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s3" style="outline: none;"><b style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Murder Weapon?</span></b></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="color: #1d2228;">In 2020, </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1Ih4t3hins" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">one of the paranormal investigator’s videos publicized for the first time</span></a><span style="color: #1d2228;"> what might have been the murder weapon: a knife that was allegedly found under Tammy’s remains. Richard Lynds described it as something like a carpet-cutting knife—more of a tool, with a removable blade.</span></span></span><span style="outline-color: initial; outline-width: initial;"><span face="sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228; outline: none;"></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Police had also showed Ricky the knife when they brought him in for questioning. “It was in a paper bag along with her rings—I remember because they said they took them off of her bones—and some clothing item I can’t recall, he said. “The knife was rusty, with a wooden handle and a dull tip. It wasn’t a sharp, sturdy knife.” Until the YouTube interview with Richard Lynds, “I was always under the impression that the knife and other trash were found in the general area, and not directly under her body,” said Ricky. According to Richard, some of his daughter’s teeth were found under her corpse as well. “I would imagine a forensic doctor should have been able to tell the difference of someone’s teeth getting knocked out before or after they died,” said Ricky.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Ricky pointed out that the knife could have been part of the roadside trash that was plentiful at the scene, but for some, a knife found underneath a murder victim is simply too much of a coincidence—and who can blame them? Police have never released the cause of death—or even if it had even been determined.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s3" style="outline: none;"><b style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Was Tammy Pregnant?</span></b></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">There is also the possibility that Tammy was pregnant. Ricky had heard this through secondary sources—hearsay from relatives of Springfield police—and that some of her girlfriends knew she was pregnant, but this is unconfirmed. If true, this could certainly provide a motive for murder—a dreaded conversation that might have enraged the father of the child, or a jealous love interest. Can DNA be extracted from a skeletal fetus in an effort to determine the father?</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">The main unanswered question remains: Who was Tammy meeting with the night she went missing? “I don’t know of anyone who might have wanted to hurt Tammy for any reason,” said Ricky. He did say that Tammy and her brother had discussed Tammy being assaulted in school recently—an attack in which she was kicked by someone wearing construction boots and the incident resulting in a court case, according to Ricky.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">In another one of the paranormal investigator’s videos, he explores the woods behind the area where Tammy was found, and discovers a depression he believes was a neighborhood party spot called The Pit. Richard Lynds believes Tammy was killed there that night and her body dragged up toward Fox Road. This leads to one of Ricky’s biggest frustrations: that Richard believes Ricky may have been involved in his daughter’s death—or at least knows more than he is letting on, or is protecting someone. Maybe he believes Ricky got his daughter into the habit of sneaking out at night, a practice that ultimately led to her murder—even though Ricky insists she never snuck out to meet him. Regardless, Richard’s suspicions almost led to a confrontation at a West Springfield bar.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ricky used to sing karaoke at the bar, called Mingles, with his friends, when they saw Richard giving Ricky “the death stare,” he recalled. “Wherever I walked, his head turned. Mr. Lynds wasn’t trying to hide the way he felt either—you could see the hatred in his eyes. Thankfully cooler heads prevailed. Mr. Lynds was sitting to the right of the Megatouch machine by the front door. When I was getting ready to leave, he got up and also headed towards the door.” Ricky knew an employee working at the door, who told Richard, after he exited, that he wasn’t allowed back in. “I ended up waiting around another 20 minutes, then</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> I left,” said Ricky. “I haven’t <span>seen him since.”</span></span></span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline-color: initial !important; outline-width: initial !important; outline: none;"></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhBOge06I-5FieHAhEkyKLBCCDxlnUa08455fttA8LKuvobLvGYiqCWBczzeaWFhZYWJ0iBfYX04b3u50tQ6ocXmVXJfPTZcNRltFN1cjwJ9pkUjdkxVCJuvG4QDYUDHP28auio9PbHRGqcscZIc6KjS_CJvfBCqDPO7Jk7nrU7F52Yti9BNsaarh/s717/70443423_115067469884439_4878455499562942464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="717" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhBOge06I-5FieHAhEkyKLBCCDxlnUa08455fttA8LKuvobLvGYiqCWBczzeaWFhZYWJ0iBfYX04b3u50tQ6ocXmVXJfPTZcNRltFN1cjwJ9pkUjdkxVCJuvG4QDYUDHP28auio9PbHRGqcscZIc6KjS_CJvfBCqDPO7Jk7nrU7F52Yti9BNsaarh/w400-h311/70443423_115067469884439_4878455499562942464_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">And so it goes with the Tammy Lynds cold case. Aside from comments on various blogs, there hasn’t been much publicized about the murder, except for the paranormal videos and their online comments. There have been 15 of these videos so far, with some good interviews. Unfortunately, as the years go by, the Lynds family is frustrated that this cold case isn’t getting any warmer. The videos are “the only outlet they’ve had in decades to get their story out,” said Ricky. “What if someone watches those videos and then comes forward with some missing piece of the puzzle?”</span></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"> </span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;">Ricky is adamant that the answer to this confounding mystery doesn’t lie with him, but he is happy to help draw publicity to the case, because this might also prompt someone to offer a missing piece—which could lead to another piece, and so forth. It boggles his mind that no new details have officially been released—especially Tammy’s alleged pregnancy. “Can detectives really be holding everything back, waiting to hear one person slip about something so specific, they’re not willing to say anything at all?” he asked.</span></span><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Those with any information about the case—no matter how small, or how insignificant it may seem—should call the Springfield Police Homicide Unit at 413-787-6355. People can also provide information anonymously through Text-a-Tip by texting the word CRIMES (2-7-4-6-3-7) and typing the word SOLVE followed by the information.</span></span></span></span></p><p class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890p3" style="background-color: white; background: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; outline: none;"><span class="yiv4925540662ydpbad85bb6yiv5926998890s2" style="outline: none;"><span face="sans-serif" style="outline: none;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2012/06/18-year-old-fox-road-murder-mystery.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 1</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 2</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-3.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 3</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-4.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 4</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #2d2d2d; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 5</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 6</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-7.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 7</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-8.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 8</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part-9.html?m=1" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 9</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 10</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 11</span></span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-part-12.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 12</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_29.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 13</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-murder-mystery-part-14-more.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 14</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 15</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_16.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 16</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_19.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 17</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Read Part 18</span></a></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-1994-fox-road-murder-mystery-part_20.html" target="_blank">Read Part 19</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-40914634100032793272023-03-22T20:30:00.041-04:002023-11-26T16:49:30.980-05:00An Indian Orchard Cold Case: Who Murdered Karen Soucie? Part 1<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmHMvSPoVMzGMzvH6mJYREalGR8ZiFJbxk00mUOxu1MHq5pnxAZS92k9weNs26mZIXd1TdqgjxmTP5D_VtvGcv_fU_u4Yi_XZNGKkgMBHs1tTHZas74p21whgHU3UFFXHHxBCMKAhhnELldIob0jTFSq1B-HFvNYqq2wHRajQ-FZEveQcl9kOxgtH/s720/297872882_5462990527150240_5442830376112602082_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmHMvSPoVMzGMzvH6mJYREalGR8ZiFJbxk00mUOxu1MHq5pnxAZS92k9weNs26mZIXd1TdqgjxmTP5D_VtvGcv_fU_u4Yi_XZNGKkgMBHs1tTHZas74p21whgHU3UFFXHHxBCMKAhhnELldIob0jTFSq1B-HFvNYqq2wHRajQ-FZEveQcl9kOxgtH/w400-h400/297872882_5462990527150240_5442830376112602082_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262d35;"><i><b>Above: Karen and her daughter, Jenna</b></i></span></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35;">Karen Soucie’s car had not been moved for days and her mail was building up. “That is strange,” thought her landlord. “She rarely misses work. Is she sick? Too sick to even get her mail? Is she OK?” </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">On November 3, 2000, he knocked on her door, called out, then gently turned her doorknob and noticed it was unlocked. Odd. He entered her apartment, stood in the doorway, and yelled, “Hello? Karen? Are you home?” He took a few tentative steps, calling her name a few more times. Then, after a little more exploration, he found her, dead, in a bathtub filled with water.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Police observed that she had no obvious injuries, there were no signs of a struggle or signs of forced entry through the door or windows. Five months later, however, the medical examiner told police that the autopsy found signs of blunt trauma to the neck and chest, so he checked off “homicide” on her death certificate.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It was one of 10 homicides in Springfield in 2000—and the only unsolved one.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Soucie, 38, lived at 22 Berkshire Street, in Indian Orchard. The 1981 Putnam High School graduate grew up on Slater Avenue in Springfield’s Boston Road neighborhood, went to Duggan Junior High School, and resided in the city all her life. A technician for Milton Bradley Co. for many years, she was divorced with a 15-year-old son and 12-year-old daughter who lived with their father in Connecticut.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Her daughter, Jenna Soucie-Moore and her son, Brandon, are by nature private people, but in 2020, as the 20th anniversary of their mother’s murder approached, they decided to actively advocate for their mom on social media under the hashtag #JusticeforKarenSoucie. </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0V3Zyie99gw0XNMgONR-wsOKxo_zHdOHI9wPmZ444kku1V45F1xNCsaeKYAHDDK6VDq2I6LVflmxJ32txu49vI26I7dpUGtGk_9lluJnGLe9XgSjbvdplwDv_DfqLEFz-HeVBdYpTiiIwVipKhpZCU9UVkWTC_uafAccyVBmPVp-67A0aMwE-P5f/s960/245332009_4525564810892821_7617573134967273916_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="960" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW0V3Zyie99gw0XNMgONR-wsOKxo_zHdOHI9wPmZ444kku1V45F1xNCsaeKYAHDDK6VDq2I6LVflmxJ32txu49vI26I7dpUGtGk_9lluJnGLe9XgSjbvdplwDv_DfqLEFz-HeVBdYpTiiIwVipKhpZCU9UVkWTC_uafAccyVBmPVp-67A0aMwE-P5f/w400-h284/245332009_4525564810892821_7617573134967273916_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna shared a few details about her mom: she was naturally quiet, but also known as a “wild card, a social butterfly, and some would even say ‘party girl’ who loved to socialize,” said Jenna. She frequented local bars, family gatherings, and parties at friends’ houses. “Her social group consisted of family, old high school friends, and co-workers at Milton Bradley,” she said. She had been casually dating, but no one important enough to introduce to her family or even mention to them.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">One of the things that goes with the territory regarding cold cases is the sometimes wild online chatter about them, with random people contacting victims’ relatives “with everything you can think of,” said Jenna. When someone reached out to her remembering the police showing up at a certain drinking establishment in The Orchard and asking questions shortly after the slaying, that recollection actually didn’t seem too farfetched. Karen went out a lot—she was young and single—and there were several bars in the immediate neighborhood, including the Regal Beagle (567 Main Street), Johnson’s Cafe (537 Main), Christy’s (278 Main), Solmar Restaurant (132 Main), The Rainbow Connection (186 Main), and Potbelly’s Pub (153 Main). Was it Halloween the night she was killed? Possibly. In that case, the bars would have had more patrons, even on a weeknight.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Potbelly’s was the closest to her apartment—a 10-minute walk. So Jenna is now looking for information on who hung out on a regular basis at these bars back then, including Potbelly’s—patrons who might have seen her mother, noticed who she was interacting with, and maybe remember when she left to help determine a timeline and her whereabouts on the night of her murder.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ooo3Vh3fv1ubSeuCaeehgoywNup5uHLxRMJ4OyrQBsNcGmuVc3JVrFCIj9HbqPPgzs0p_SZL7BdNRLcs-yTs8RZ3WGUPEH2t1Cr4k_gzBiaGhC06_aKlKB1soT0F3kmis7TKNDCYmUToVrBA6vifWCGmxTnU587UlcZmQO9A7E0j2qApPwifpRL8/s841/Screen%20Shot%202021-10-31%20at%2011.30.00%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="841" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ooo3Vh3fv1ubSeuCaeehgoywNup5uHLxRMJ4OyrQBsNcGmuVc3JVrFCIj9HbqPPgzs0p_SZL7BdNRLcs-yTs8RZ3WGUPEH2t1Cr4k_gzBiaGhC06_aKlKB1soT0F3kmis7TKNDCYmUToVrBA6vifWCGmxTnU587UlcZmQO9A7E0j2qApPwifpRL8/w400-h246/Screen%20Shot%202021-10-31%20at%2011.30.00%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna misses her mother every day, and as the case drags on year after year, she becomes even more tenacious about telling Karen’s story—the story of a loving woman whose life was cruelly cut short—in the hope that she will not be forgotten. “She doesn’t deserve to be in the dark,” said Jenna.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna related a sad but yet uplifting recollection about her mother’s gentleness and compassion: at six years old, Jenna began experiencing child abuse at the hands of a stepparent, which neither parent knew about at the time. She had nightmares in which she’d wake up crying, screaming, and sweating. “My mom, without forcing me to come clean about the abuse, just drew me a bath that night,” she said. “She told me to come sit with her in the bath until I felt better. She would sit in the bath with me, in total silence, and just rub a wash cloth, gently across my back. When I felt better, I would tell her, ‘I think I’m okay now,’ and we would get back in my jammies, and go back to bed, cuddling of course. That night I woke up an additional 15 times, and every time, mom got up and drew a bath.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The memory is telling not only in showing Karen’s strong maternal instincts, but also reveals her habit of soaking in the bathtub to attain calmness—and the possibility that the after the traumatic experience of being assaulted on the night of her murder, she might have gotten into a hot bath to soothe herself, and then died of her injuries. No one knows for sure about the circumstances of her death—where she was beaten, and why that door was unlocked. Jenna believes she possibly had known her killer, whom she might have been let into the apartment. That area of Indian Orchard has its share of crime nowadays, but it was even considered a rough neighborhood 23 years ago—a section of the city in which people certainly lock their doors.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The exact cause of her death is also unclear. Did the blunt trauma affect her air passages (larynx, trachea), or was there damage that caused internal bleeding? Was strangulation involved or just blows to the neck and chest? I’d think it was unlikely that she would be able to prepare for a bath if she were in respiratory distress. </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_LGMrE_M1EnAilWVXB_sjdEWNbJDDwCOe8XXW_7MsDdfBKccvWuWtBThZQ1FKEH-Txopx2EVW1-dxVAnH6QM3XBCxifTN7Is0DGUMLorVx7caP-U3cGX8OKAGFmKPOU3zPIKF4-yADyTUCgMMhPX1r_dOVWWwDDVobwVp8sS4XaQ0zvvA6iHW9m2/s960/yearbook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="636" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_LGMrE_M1EnAilWVXB_sjdEWNbJDDwCOe8XXW_7MsDdfBKccvWuWtBThZQ1FKEH-Txopx2EVW1-dxVAnH6QM3XBCxifTN7Is0DGUMLorVx7caP-U3cGX8OKAGFmKPOU3zPIKF4-yADyTUCgMMhPX1r_dOVWWwDDVobwVp8sS4XaQ0zvvA6iHW9m2/w265-h400/yearbook.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Karen's 1981 Putnam yearbook photo</i></b></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">When the thoughts about her mother’s last moments—and the ongoing silence about the case gets louder in her head—Jenna turns to the “sanctuary” of the porch in her own house. It reminds her of how she felt on her mother’s apartment porch, complete with wind chimes, a hammock, and a rocking chair, and hanging out with Karen.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In her own home, Jenna gets to “sit” with her mother, relax, and listen to wind chimes again.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna remembers her mother’s calloused “warehouse hands,” along with Karen waking her up to see the stars, laying in a field with her and seeing shapes in the clouds, and, of course, the therapeutic baths on that nightmare night, and the cuddling that followed. “She just simply was a mother comforting her daughter, showing me what she always did that made her feel better—when she struggled with her trauma too,” said Jenna. “To this day, a shower or bath can fix anything I’m going through oar at least give me a moment’s peace, and I have my mom to thank for that.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But in recent years Jenna has found that it difficult to wash profound grief away, and there will never be true peace until her mother’s killer is brought to justice. Now that she is approaching her mother’s age when she died, she gains some perspective on what a short life Karen lived, and the fact that she would never see her granddaughter.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jenna and Brandon came up with the idea of Hampden District Attorney issuing a press statement in 2020, on the 20th anniversary of their mom’s death, and he agreed to do it. The media release prompted some news stories, but it’s unknown how many leads it generated—or if it persuaded anyone to come forward with information. It has been a while since there has been any media coverage, and now they and their friends are pulling out all the stops. “We are a little army of people just trying to get some information,” she said. Her squadron is small, but her troops are mighty.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">“Mom, for you, I will scream—I will get annoying,” she wrote on a recent Facebook post. “I will post and post again.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In her quest, she contacted me, the author of the Hell’s Acres blog, and I am happy to get the word out. Karen’s family deserves some resolution. A murderer—if this person is still alive—needs to be punished.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY292ubqgkDEJG9AWM7_5IjG-7qj5cHjdIQLXpc7WUVzUbn9JUgFBVQsOhzMlrD_iDgSP3VT6ZsvExmy5B7UaYRotvvka3HlDymMRejXVvUaHyY-5pIEsxwwqJWdIvYa_f66vBVE7M3IIKeNE7CiB3_K0PW8RjJMgKkWpSOXGvvXDLmVEXL4dQCQfV/s2048/312980111_5666300833485874_6071081387824464981_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1674" data-original-width="2048" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY292ubqgkDEJG9AWM7_5IjG-7qj5cHjdIQLXpc7WUVzUbn9JUgFBVQsOhzMlrD_iDgSP3VT6ZsvExmy5B7UaYRotvvka3HlDymMRejXVvUaHyY-5pIEsxwwqJWdIvYa_f66vBVE7M3IIKeNE7CiB3_K0PW8RjJMgKkWpSOXGvvXDLmVEXL4dQCQfV/w400-h328/312980111_5666300833485874_6071081387824464981_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There have been three different DAs since the homicide, and the original detectives that investigated the case have retired. But Jenna is optimistic that “a fresh set of investigative eyes” can bring new developments. Not only that, but now-DA Anthony Gulluni has made cold cases a priority, recently solving the decades-old murders of Danny Croteau (1972) and Lisa Ziegert (1992). Her mother’s homicide, compared to the other two, is relatively recent, as cold cases go.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Those with any information about the case—no matter how small, or how insignificant it may seem—should call the Springfield Police Homicide Unit at 413-787-6355. People can also provide information anonymously through Text-a-Tip by texting the word CRIMES (2-7-4-6-3-7) and typing the word SOLVE followed by the information.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: #262d35; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2023/11/an-indian-orchard-cold-case-part-2.html" target="_blank">Read Part 2</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-54434832046415489572023-03-01T00:30:00.235-05:002023-03-16T13:34:56.234-04:00The Ruins of South Branch Park, Part 7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUVRv5OLrPVqYjyW_-kmwnXHGTk9EpGNICFZqcPLqX4uQSgNQmnmB9vAD0SnJQSlSTJHmJlhembg3uAXFBsFep6aRyLwTuCarynqBDAhOsIChhLwhPM74169AVSx6gNpgu5YVppk8BW4yqvlH3GgQeu_f4rZ02VyBPx1FpQuc-CIgZqGV1Y299MrE/s1487/IMG_0550.jpeg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1487" data-original-width="1040" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUVRv5OLrPVqYjyW_-kmwnXHGTk9EpGNICFZqcPLqX4uQSgNQmnmB9vAD0SnJQSlSTJHmJlhembg3uAXFBsFep6aRyLwTuCarynqBDAhOsIChhLwhPM74169AVSx6gNpgu5YVppk8BW4yqvlH3GgQeu_f4rZ02VyBPx1FpQuc-CIgZqGV1Y299MrE/w280-h400/IMG_0550.jpeg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP75D9oKw4bZYbiExT4iuA3pjvltW8fAYoqVOo9iSalziXFA8ejaX4ldrUJGC2weO1xzIjIQAEcWAlBkkDiCcjCjjJbIfsA1xlHKF83a2rqfZiBs0VO642Y6zMGzUTnDqV6QeU7YHYWzg17ObOMg-FzwkspR28uI7dpJvrl9ccKWQWxqgyiS3jY9W1/s703/falls%201934.png" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="703" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP75D9oKw4bZYbiExT4iuA3pjvltW8fAYoqVOo9iSalziXFA8ejaX4ldrUJGC2weO1xzIjIQAEcWAlBkkDiCcjCjjJbIfsA1xlHKF83a2rqfZiBs0VO642Y6zMGzUTnDqV6QeU7YHYWzg17ObOMg-FzwkspR28uI7dpJvrl9ccKWQWxqgyiS3jY9W1/w400-h270/falls%201934.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">Come to think of it, this post isn’t so much about the ruins of South Branch Park today as it is about this reservation’s yesteryear.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And just when I thought there was nothing left to add to The Ruins of South Branch Park series, unofficial South Branch Park historian “Bridle Path John” emailed me an old map from The Springfield Republican newspaper that shows not only the old trails there—most of them long gone— but also the old picnic area “mushroom hut” shelters that I remember as a kid.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5hmXYmKI1Gc-xU_PnGX1KjZtIJI0rPRx8gbHzgmZhzbeQDPThwwbD6xf7WtzkZMLFqcIrd-vO64HWHbwcXJfJC2qTp4tKcQGK7CDx_JI7r29v0Fb7IizKlU9qyTOpTDuMWFMis--mv0XXASLkl2JmwAR_2JIHTBuw8YnhCMPtMqN6vaZmLYcyUSU/s1573/IMG_5942.JPG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="1558" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5hmXYmKI1Gc-xU_PnGX1KjZtIJI0rPRx8gbHzgmZhzbeQDPThwwbD6xf7WtzkZMLFqcIrd-vO64HWHbwcXJfJC2qTp4tKcQGK7CDx_JI7r29v0Fb7IizKlU9qyTOpTDuMWFMis--mv0XXASLkl2JmwAR_2JIHTBuw8YnhCMPtMqN6vaZmLYcyUSU/w396-h400/IMG_5942.JPG" width="396" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The mushrooms, small pavilions that accompanied numerous cooking grills, are no longer there. Only a handful of dilapidated ones had survived when I was young. This is what they looked like:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X8gO6vyGUle1Uk-FxqZxNJwEUtPlM7OjifhhLLnkWgmt7O5lqRT6L4IRw4cWXTIsL_ZhIb5XU4pDT47IjrAuF-0DjQ0LyFjsyiDdJmuimrHgCOaCBEd3T5qTjHq1yd56bDswqCMBZrcp9rEu95ztX1faYO3YUDy3hmdJWavUE7K6vKCe5NrLSLAM/s863/mushroom%202.png" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="863" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X8gO6vyGUle1Uk-FxqZxNJwEUtPlM7OjifhhLLnkWgmt7O5lqRT6L4IRw4cWXTIsL_ZhIb5XU4pDT47IjrAuF-0DjQ0LyFjsyiDdJmuimrHgCOaCBEd3T5qTjHq1yd56bDswqCMBZrcp9rEu95ztX1faYO3YUDy3hmdJWavUE7K6vKCe5NrLSLAM/w400-h265/mushroom%202.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6KuhSI9mBeskXNL2EFCLuzGOFEwvH5WsEyI8eJQ1Nz-NgMF4-GCEbEfiYZ1ZF9E-bflYZ-pXCzhdTTxD0Ujpto97UEayIYccbMK_P9zIST4E0QCZH-up_pmHQ_-5GFMel1L6GJ5FJqxaGjoyZzQAiG40h0kuRnZUUwYIas7vJyXNT_zyNlbY4vul/s277/mushroom.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="277" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6KuhSI9mBeskXNL2EFCLuzGOFEwvH5WsEyI8eJQ1Nz-NgMF4-GCEbEfiYZ1ZF9E-bflYZ-pXCzhdTTxD0Ujpto97UEayIYccbMK_P9zIST4E0QCZH-up_pmHQ_-5GFMel1L6GJ5FJqxaGjoyZzQAiG40h0kuRnZUUwYIas7vJyXNT_zyNlbY4vul/w400-h322/mushroom.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the 1938 map of South Branch Park, more than 20 years before the 1960-1962 construction of Veterans Golf Course, which left a lot of open space in the area, but still ate up a lot of the woods there:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHHKlvwcLG6VKCt7GGp6AbrdVm6jkGzXtZzc3v8qMEFC9dlOyszsbrHBxeFefu9xbyCFCEmIdkO3KodkB0QNjSLASVQt1Hwbu33__HDM-K4tGJr2-zFkf9dQKRNkrKEyB6lmxBtQgMbOj5zAMJn_6apXJOYFuoE2l2Mfk8VDcbb0XCyYEd1ZyraWt/s1334/IMG_6020%20copy.PNG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1334" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHHKlvwcLG6VKCt7GGp6AbrdVm6jkGzXtZzc3v8qMEFC9dlOyszsbrHBxeFefu9xbyCFCEmIdkO3KodkB0QNjSLASVQt1Hwbu33__HDM-K4tGJr2-zFkf9dQKRNkrKEyB6lmxBtQgMbOj5zAMJn_6apXJOYFuoE2l2Mfk8VDcbb0XCyYEd1ZyraWt/w400-h225/IMG_6020%20copy.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bradley Road is running north-south on the left, and Parker Street is north-south on the right. Plumtree road is east-west on the top, and South Branch Parkway is east-west on the bottom. On the right are Bass Pond and Mill Pond, the latter of which feeds the South Branch of the Mill River under Parker Street and into South Branch Park, which basically begins at the iconic waterfall in Sixteen Acres center.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can see all the former bridge crossings where the trails go over the brook, on the waterfall side of the park, including one on the right, just before the stream bends in a big left hook:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYDCsBT_bYOE_p-8J0OWBwPJIvQFG4er1WfNi4X5pUSNPeQpJMApbcck79lIXxno_09QcPwEngN_yrcrkEEm8eEQyyKzgFuj6BNeRGS9q4CdaCz3AXsWAmcbT00ldHb3bqUeJMQ7h0MyTlVun8Q0wHgJzVIO367AUOqjB52t375yGSnR9fsy8FuFe/s940/bridge%20falls.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYDCsBT_bYOE_p-8J0OWBwPJIvQFG4er1WfNi4X5pUSNPeQpJMApbcck79lIXxno_09QcPwEngN_yrcrkEEm8eEQyyKzgFuj6BNeRGS9q4CdaCz3AXsWAmcbT00ldHb3bqUeJMQ7h0MyTlVun8Q0wHgJzVIO367AUOqjB52t375yGSnR9fsy8FuFe/w400-h335/bridge%20falls.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The crossing on the arrow to the left is the old bridge that once went over the stream near the former Camp Angelina. Below is the foundation and a photo of the old bridge:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZpRRfZJLoKaERtFCm7j-dFSCKE8ak2mvZ93Y3vLblSk_UhnQwEXcKQ_YDnX-aINF2RuavePyU5eOUKuuzoS8RL8GeYELKojLs5w7K2ejvCE0bqqyqSPYMewKDSFG26Xgcs5QDCNRbyYxwfsXp3odgzT8OjaspdsTn3vZh2qJHrn3XpsaC0B5S1_i/s1600/bridge%20foundation.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZpRRfZJLoKaERtFCm7j-dFSCKE8ak2mvZ93Y3vLblSk_UhnQwEXcKQ_YDnX-aINF2RuavePyU5eOUKuuzoS8RL8GeYELKojLs5w7K2ejvCE0bqqyqSPYMewKDSFG26Xgcs5QDCNRbyYxwfsXp3odgzT8OjaspdsTn3vZh2qJHrn3XpsaC0B5S1_i/w300-h400/bridge%20foundation.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WEJnF1scTRLc2uuyUO515GdXXUZmlREtDyDQhfgkpW3oUYzS6Yp31_3PoWXvc-bAVrFmIShkZAkzsLijEuQZJCmXjtk6NPHBRVrHw9M4kiTJ3tZwc22iy8cSpMDbJMgc4W_NZsi2Vv__768TnSDm-mI9YAMIBVKUaJQ2IQt6uO3-qZNMno8ZANNk/s1575/IMG_0527.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1263" data-original-width="1575" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_WEJnF1scTRLc2uuyUO515GdXXUZmlREtDyDQhfgkpW3oUYzS6Yp31_3PoWXvc-bAVrFmIShkZAkzsLijEuQZJCmXjtk6NPHBRVrHw9M4kiTJ3tZwc22iy8cSpMDbJMgc4W_NZsi2Vv__768TnSDm-mI9YAMIBVKUaJQ2IQt6uO3-qZNMno8ZANNk/w400-h321/IMG_0527.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are a few bridge crossings on the Bradley Road side of the reservation:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTw5oY88GCiURyyHrTC6QdZyMTqdjVRqao37r79iVujbbG5ZA8ZNChLh_agn0kf07KSab10iz0HgaNLfNAX75gUV_z2PZPJMtWwmZmQh49nwae7VNrmq5Yv0feFXYQu1AX0OMnIMHFnqhHWYlsJfkojEJq0cZ4-hiw_DghvXx8H-Ly7fLOwX4gHEwg/s934/bradley%20bridges.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="934" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTw5oY88GCiURyyHrTC6QdZyMTqdjVRqao37r79iVujbbG5ZA8ZNChLh_agn0kf07KSab10iz0HgaNLfNAX75gUV_z2PZPJMtWwmZmQh49nwae7VNrmq5Yv0feFXYQu1AX0OMnIMHFnqhHWYlsJfkojEJq0cZ4-hiw_DghvXx8H-Ly7fLOwX4gHEwg/w400-h203/bradley%20bridges.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And thanks to historicaerials.com, we can compare aerial photos of the park before and after the golf course was built. Compare the 1958 photo with the 1971 photo below it, where you can see Veterans’ fairways.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoe_Wq1rWDOJK4_u7xm-AwCZ1UMZjoVt9-pcrwdNwGr4ly2CzmlabWeFU9280woDuHB9YRh-E9xI-1P0PrEMW0z9-K-XaCQPVxwAP3nMr0I1WItkV35U0QOQJHyZFGsBwKfuzutP59aHrgG2Xs1xn0YLAZZhx0P6X5BEJYi8tZN9MnDrOstcp2Dx3/s574/south%20branch%20outline.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="574" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoe_Wq1rWDOJK4_u7xm-AwCZ1UMZjoVt9-pcrwdNwGr4ly2CzmlabWeFU9280woDuHB9YRh-E9xI-1P0PrEMW0z9-K-XaCQPVxwAP3nMr0I1WItkV35U0QOQJHyZFGsBwKfuzutP59aHrgG2Xs1xn0YLAZZhx0P6X5BEJYi8tZN9MnDrOstcp2Dx3/w400-h341/south%20branch%20outline.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZHY7zsn84nTfm_w5sPFGhFo19ffrCMzHcm3n4cUv13P4cYn9szzEAFEzXltTqh0GL9dQs-QDxW-dUlLVQ9cpxvJO4lGfYbq5Tmn_ndJ2opqfCbcDEVFwswJgM9Of1yIEq1SfMqopE6Xvw8Pf4cwGBwalqNtTONwh_0-RQEjxTpXXhc66kIbLGc_e/s579/golf%20course%20outline.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="579" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZHY7zsn84nTfm_w5sPFGhFo19ffrCMzHcm3n4cUv13P4cYn9szzEAFEzXltTqh0GL9dQs-QDxW-dUlLVQ9cpxvJO4lGfYbq5Tmn_ndJ2opqfCbcDEVFwswJgM9Of1yIEq1SfMqopE6Xvw8Pf4cwGBwalqNtTONwh_0-RQEjxTpXXhc66kIbLGc_e/w400-h328/golf%20course%20outline.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1971, here is the clearing for the old outdoor Siebert ice skating rink, which is still visible in white before tree and plant growth took over the area in the decades following the 1970 vandalism and subsequent closing of the rink:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsDO2jlMk3vydD8O4V8XcUJaAZAc8qzpPbZwV73RldWbz85WR8ZY6aeDYw-Kde_GBEYGtXUZ0SLF40k79vENGR-L5qirw5m-BNlvupsgmV3qTEZAU9hhYmWNlpegpbKlNFaziKwZD7eJoVM3omHfLQXB3m1Hus8JqU3RWzyiNovKUF9x0640ym3R3/s846/ice%20rink.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="846" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsDO2jlMk3vydD8O4V8XcUJaAZAc8qzpPbZwV73RldWbz85WR8ZY6aeDYw-Kde_GBEYGtXUZ0SLF40k79vENGR-L5qirw5m-BNlvupsgmV3qTEZAU9hhYmWNlpegpbKlNFaziKwZD7eJoVM3omHfLQXB3m1Hus8JqU3RWzyiNovKUF9x0640ym3R3/w400-h369/ice%20rink.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a 1957 aerial of the bridge crossing the meandering stream near Camp Angelina:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBXfJyL21SksVVYUvUVrFZJdeLDCgQ3TxwDSm71iywiYKcME9pUJqL9JdvIlm8SEhtAupXgZ5aA2SgtCKQffhphVAA3ASAIC3BfwsZxh7v2jFtFzmhUlvvYERR-qSNpdvo1UMegPdFNvkSd9hHsfyDE7aGXTkcu3Sfb0sK7jab6CIoTrhQqgeFMPo/s919/angelina%20brigde%20aerial.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="919" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBXfJyL21SksVVYUvUVrFZJdeLDCgQ3TxwDSm71iywiYKcME9pUJqL9JdvIlm8SEhtAupXgZ5aA2SgtCKQffhphVAA3ASAIC3BfwsZxh7v2jFtFzmhUlvvYERR-qSNpdvo1UMegPdFNvkSd9hHsfyDE7aGXTkcu3Sfb0sK7jab6CIoTrhQqgeFMPo/w400-h299/angelina%20brigde%20aerial.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not many people know that South Branch Park continued to the other side of Bradley Road in that steep ravine you see near the intersection of Bradley and Plumtree, before the brook goes under Plumtree and empties into Watershops Pond. I always found it a picturesque view downhill there when I looked out my school bus window, but there was an actual bridge crossing and pathways down there, too.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a newspaper photo of this bridge (I believe), which was supported by iron girders, in 1932:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR4TSqenCVolgKVmLHBp8mo-zIpoX6AEyc336Gf0GKq3USD7RTdFNt2LA_VVMMJBjk2XjSvD7C0cY4q4fk6xPQurzkDQF9Ha-ZwRafcGiwK_9cFnLmQCARf4PB5G82A0uB6Uc_XAjinfEM5ldPkrLqIOQoPQ8eNNqkbeb6J9p72lf-tk-jCoPsgCk/s954/bridge%201932.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="954" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR4TSqenCVolgKVmLHBp8mo-zIpoX6AEyc336Gf0GKq3USD7RTdFNt2LA_VVMMJBjk2XjSvD7C0cY4q4fk6xPQurzkDQF9Ha-ZwRafcGiwK_9cFnLmQCARf4PB5G82A0uB6Uc_XAjinfEM5ldPkrLqIOQoPQ8eNNqkbeb6J9p72lf-tk-jCoPsgCk/w400-h276/bridge%201932.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">How did people get to this trail and bridge? Bridle Path John informs me that there was a path from the Redstone Bridge that crosses Bradley (pictured below), a trail that roughly hugged the South Branch of Mill River over to the footbridge (pictured above), which actually serviced a trail that ran along Schneelock Brook off Bradley on the south, (parallel to Burt Road), over to South Branch. (Schneelock Brook feeds the South Branch of the Mill River near the intersection of Bradley and South Branch Parkway.)</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GBGHj16cnH0neOGkkgaQe_o5Ei5DOmbOhR66O5bHZDThFBItyxIK3C-tsuJa1gjGx8vwpvSDx4Gl2U3Tv-MhuhaVhkhlP_vD2I8g1mAJymVUBmqGbmD3n8KnEgRl0pt-E3d_DSa7pgTtQKqB6TgM3lx2nXgted2T2hfsgApz0D3BhTBqMK-tkjC_/s640/IMG_6015.JPG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GBGHj16cnH0neOGkkgaQe_o5Ei5DOmbOhR66O5bHZDThFBItyxIK3C-tsuJa1gjGx8vwpvSDx4Gl2U3Tv-MhuhaVhkhlP_vD2I8g1mAJymVUBmqGbmD3n8KnEgRl0pt-E3d_DSa7pgTtQKqB6TgM3lx2nXgted2T2hfsgApz0D3BhTBqMK-tkjC_/w400-h300/IMG_6015.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6zGBNrWmLmeywR5j4drdZU0qjUvrNvtm0Vj3_dJm6tMgMz-rXmwDfCdTrDochjNWIAVv5jOmb-Y1UPu81Ovel0KXHhdswGZaYtVc-TP5zMkyKlElv6Qa7QcXe-I-6_ikiK2Ba0ysx-g_OZ6o428ffzJNWjyijlbOZOzGyhL4pjJfj7KJ5voPW8gw/s640/IMG_6016.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6zGBNrWmLmeywR5j4drdZU0qjUvrNvtm0Vj3_dJm6tMgMz-rXmwDfCdTrDochjNWIAVv5jOmb-Y1UPu81Ovel0KXHhdswGZaYtVc-TP5zMkyKlElv6Qa7QcXe-I-6_ikiK2Ba0ysx-g_OZ6o428ffzJNWjyijlbOZOzGyhL4pjJfj7KJ5voPW8gw/w400-h300/IMG_6016.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">The vehicle bridge on Bradley Road was built by the federal Works Progress Administration in 1933, when the South Branch Park (WPA) added 42 acres, greatly expanding the 156-acre reservation, a WPA project, to almost 200 acres.</span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIo4xXbcKumoUF8GcCWX4FWdtulRLzXZjJqf0APEk-gnRH4Mab9BRQk73zUyd41PTYA7CEhYnKz2t9ZCvNQoa_YAM5zUafG-432CbZUjB1KZ3CNBzZq0Tdzy6cbdzDMrd6edKf5zK0zQkX5MuoVWthYBsElv-dcZxltAqUjY7szwFLVL2dKNnrIkcf/s640/IMG_6017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIo4xXbcKumoUF8GcCWX4FWdtulRLzXZjJqf0APEk-gnRH4Mab9BRQk73zUyd41PTYA7CEhYnKz2t9ZCvNQoa_YAM5zUafG-432CbZUjB1KZ3CNBzZq0Tdzy6cbdzDMrd6edKf5zK0zQkX5MuoVWthYBsElv-dcZxltAqUjY7szwFLVL2dKNnrIkcf/w400-h300/IMG_6017.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The path that went through the ravine has the arrow pointing to it below. The 1938 map reveals a loop trail down there but no stream crossing—so maybe the bridge in the 1932 photo is another one that was upstream, and the one Bridle Path John remembers was built later. It’s hard to tell.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNuTeWYVwBwD6LzYPJpIkK8G53htylU9GumdmDptWJtgHSUijuPTuMbXL1gLzR_JgGOvMF9UIX3k1RdXvwA__yQLGcTFRkI0iCgKd1IP5ug_tO-yCTAkqeX3Ym7ocVVdWdpWZzLGoXA6PNYu7vHs9t3iFHv7YGJIzqdymznyn3hnczThlORtQryme/s445/IMG_6020%20(1).jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="294" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNuTeWYVwBwD6LzYPJpIkK8G53htylU9GumdmDptWJtgHSUijuPTuMbXL1gLzR_JgGOvMF9UIX3k1RdXvwA__yQLGcTFRkI0iCgKd1IP5ug_tO-yCTAkqeX3Ym7ocVVdWdpWZzLGoXA6PNYu7vHs9t3iFHv7YGJIzqdymznyn3hnczThlORtQryme/w264-h400/IMG_6020%20(1).jpeg" width="264" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was back when the South Branch Parkway went through the ravine before the street continues all the way up to Plumtree Road and beyond through East Forest Park:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14hhtjE7RJaM1QINuMPYeYfs8MhmH1DEIjO-6gNI4Jkbv1wjMTKNQyN9A-Mk51aupO1QyUQcftGHN6tCCtT3J8jEX1o6wp4AaEcsD0micbGOhvh8xQl-QOEBHeWeveiSHdy0isasMZPeFD258eOy-z6wIrF4XIqM676UzF0HI-p4E7oYW7dAXw5_E/s438/IMG_6020.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="286" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14hhtjE7RJaM1QINuMPYeYfs8MhmH1DEIjO-6gNI4Jkbv1wjMTKNQyN9A-Mk51aupO1QyUQcftGHN6tCCtT3J8jEX1o6wp4AaEcsD0micbGOhvh8xQl-QOEBHeWeveiSHdy0isasMZPeFD258eOy-z6wIrF4XIqM676UzF0HI-p4E7oYW7dAXw5_E/w261-h400/IMG_6020.jpeg" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That section was of the Parkway was closed to traffic decades ago and reclaimed by nature:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgjqqivAPRuWzT35onifVwm2ZB69fJPsFvZxao5ZJ3yRugn2wol5uJBByyC5DR00kyt2QlUHADioUh7YpHXY1geWRu0leKEcvmaJ3xz_OqZzwkMTQGRUoes572T2wgm_v-lMf0T0A7iNJuqrwmxUN0tPhVA4DHUg9zqvINkGw8RsMM-1CspG2Cb6_/s563/south%20branch%20dotted%20line.png" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="563" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgjqqivAPRuWzT35onifVwm2ZB69fJPsFvZxao5ZJ3yRugn2wol5uJBByyC5DR00kyt2QlUHADioUh7YpHXY1geWRu0leKEcvmaJ3xz_OqZzwkMTQGRUoes572T2wgm_v-lMf0T0A7iNJuqrwmxUN0tPhVA4DHUg9zqvINkGw8RsMM-1CspG2Cb6_/w400-h368/south%20branch%20dotted%20line.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Below, courtesy of Bridle Path John, are photos of the 1934 WPA construction of the culvert that goes under Plumtree Road curve, taking the South Branch of the Mill River into Watershops pond. The vantage point is from where the stream is about to enter the pond, looking east at the intersection of Plumtree and Bradley.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-KJ5hR6JlEnHR3QVxX40bwiwltLA6b_hlRegxLZJTQs4u_2wSBG8_UT3vrzUTFehXPHusyiyy5mmOMLrqoaaX5SnnOhTvPUg8hy_G-CslDvnT592sikQuiFfyuMxP9dGdTpUg8l2_z6RvXGrjZodo9wb4R8cekSFLclo0n-nr0NsItrGOylZwq9N/s3304/PLUMTREE-CURVE-WK-1934.TIF" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="3304" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-KJ5hR6JlEnHR3QVxX40bwiwltLA6b_hlRegxLZJTQs4u_2wSBG8_UT3vrzUTFehXPHusyiyy5mmOMLrqoaaX5SnnOhTvPUg8hy_G-CslDvnT592sikQuiFfyuMxP9dGdTpUg8l2_z6RvXGrjZodo9wb4R8cekSFLclo0n-nr0NsItrGOylZwq9N/w400-h309/PLUMTREE-CURVE-WK-1934.TIF" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmH9d6V_VMyub5jASelBb2M17nq51bVUS1_-P70ROHZ0Wf268aZ7-V8QQ7SQ8H-mqfHZRx6Tn5wWfIa0CsVtIFWU8E-vtxOGHh_wq2E4_hi0x8inEL_iuwO-qY_TEkOqAE316Yhuj_q3aI8J3Qyy9aZl-WJuuE-va1kT-AuKjZFVbON6kGI8eEnvP/s3304/PLUMTREE-RD-CURVE-1934.TIF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2550" data-original-width="3304" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmH9d6V_VMyub5jASelBb2M17nq51bVUS1_-P70ROHZ0Wf268aZ7-V8QQ7SQ8H-mqfHZRx6Tn5wWfIa0CsVtIFWU8E-vtxOGHh_wq2E4_hi0x8inEL_iuwO-qY_TEkOqAE316Yhuj_q3aI8J3Qyy9aZl-WJuuE-va1kT-AuKjZFVbON6kGI8eEnvP/w400-h309/PLUMTREE-RD-CURVE-1934.TIF" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One of the great aspects of getting the old map and aerials is seeing the path that runs behind the old Ursuline Academy (now Pioneer Valley Christian Academy) to Bradley. I had always assumed it was an old access road for the golf course, but it’s a surviving relic of the old South Branch Park. This trail, marked by yellow arrows below (the left arrow where it intersects with Bradley Road), once went all the way across the park and connected with the path that went to the waterfall off Parker Street. The red arrow points to the Evangelical Covenant Church on the corner of Plumtree and Bradley.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFg0UC0mVc14CkHxOVWoV44NLY1_vlk76xdWTGZgtuT--HGOjg9FqxtNCvV6-eo1Z1iHLG56NknOKGIOQW3Te4Qxeyn9WObQT9PVAxZB9fJ23OYXt5RkYehl5Y91C9-Jaj-6qZicZsC6ibjqO5OvLnlvWbI_esF0DcTXEb-Pehl2RuEU8olzsELT6/s572/IMG_6018.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="572" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFg0UC0mVc14CkHxOVWoV44NLY1_vlk76xdWTGZgtuT--HGOjg9FqxtNCvV6-eo1Z1iHLG56NknOKGIOQW3Te4Qxeyn9WObQT9PVAxZB9fJ23OYXt5RkYehl5Y91C9-Jaj-6qZicZsC6ibjqO5OvLnlvWbI_esF0DcTXEb-Pehl2RuEU8olzsELT6/w400-h373/IMG_6018.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">According to the 1938 map, back then there were trails on BOTH sides of the stream that flows toward Bradley Road. The yellow arrow indicates the present path. The red one points to a now-overgrown trail on the south side of the stream:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPOnw6DU-KePisPni3XQWySQ0qmBJ5b_NMqvAm3bUqNvfaKmUzJTKe9d4yakeMcvd8_Du9xBIH9gb2SmvDfFfTqIfBJFQmbYCpRwMElEJz7PCB5hJ7LYbZz0-m0Qak0d4k-1CDyUFBbVLeQYIKwA33qKcGGevvf6MpqbKu4BO2UyPWPP8jW-mm9Ab/s451/IMG_5943.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="374" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPOnw6DU-KePisPni3XQWySQ0qmBJ5b_NMqvAm3bUqNvfaKmUzJTKe9d4yakeMcvd8_Du9xBIH9gb2SmvDfFfTqIfBJFQmbYCpRwMElEJz7PCB5hJ7LYbZz0-m0Qak0d4k-1CDyUFBbVLeQYIKwA33qKcGGevvf6MpqbKu4BO2UyPWPP8jW-mm9Ab/w331-h400/IMG_5943.jpeg" width="331" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The photos I took below at Veterans’ 12th hole in 2009 show the woods that contained some of the trail that still goes to Bradley, but now is just a narrow strip of trees (along with a tree-less gap) because the Pioneer Valley Christian Academy tore down a bunch of woods to put in more athletics fields.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is the tiny tree buffer (and gap) between the school and the golf course:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6hmd1vQZVYGIpWBzqBdn90AzxRpZXwoihuaiCH2vDEQskiaOiWzKBOsa-vL6P70j37gKgkXdYol4990wFMG-b2CtWsC8knw4OxltAe1ZA8HuG8IRplRUUm11eRMmvGPB-fcZjR3Ale6jnK-E4vPNmZob-0HoeLAkB-REMCEsfkZLY0o905-UQ08e/s1334/IMG_6051.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1334" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6hmd1vQZVYGIpWBzqBdn90AzxRpZXwoihuaiCH2vDEQskiaOiWzKBOsa-vL6P70j37gKgkXdYol4990wFMG-b2CtWsC8knw4OxltAe1ZA8HuG8IRplRUUm11eRMmvGPB-fcZjR3Ale6jnK-E4vPNmZob-0HoeLAkB-REMCEsfkZLY0o905-UQ08e/w400-h225/IMG_6051.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This 2009 photo shows the much thicker woods on the right facing the 12th hole tee:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrksh97V-dk8-O8a5bsvr_hnXPpiOlzWDSl5RHDIf2vrD9OxOgG6_mr5FE5gIwW8LOruLKzP8bocd_2Rwuh_hP8htDDVRKKouN38vIN8jqtDefB11KreCrgp4WJdWEb8zyJ07c3G5IUOEUfmU1vmO4SXvK0bd-n0sBzXJXXhX3XLH8SRdTUkT2LsL9/s640/IMG_6046.JPG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrksh97V-dk8-O8a5bsvr_hnXPpiOlzWDSl5RHDIf2vrD9OxOgG6_mr5FE5gIwW8LOruLKzP8bocd_2Rwuh_hP8htDDVRKKouN38vIN8jqtDefB11KreCrgp4WJdWEb8zyJ07c3G5IUOEUfmU1vmO4SXvK0bd-n0sBzXJXXhX3XLH8SRdTUkT2LsL9/w400-h300/IMG_6046.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And here is my photo taken a minute later facing the 12th hole fairway, with the former woods on the left:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZPJtkHmX1a03yE724sBRem_QKGxYZ6KPy78Aw6xjBdF1JYWCxEwXMLz5X_Ia8xoJtHIEVPxeTuPCV8cc4xchgg6rWEFnca1XlLeeMGcvNIAWIHbKIZewzeD-S-InwL5hlDYHOS0IrR_OmibHFl77683Z3N9G457dO1ARQQ-dBU6TXwC7pm8OEjj_/s640/IMG_6047.JPG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZPJtkHmX1a03yE724sBRem_QKGxYZ6KPy78Aw6xjBdF1JYWCxEwXMLz5X_Ia8xoJtHIEVPxeTuPCV8cc4xchgg6rWEFnca1XlLeeMGcvNIAWIHbKIZewzeD-S-InwL5hlDYHOS0IrR_OmibHFl77683Z3N9G457dO1ARQQ-dBU6TXwC7pm8OEjj_/w400-h300/IMG_6047.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the 1950s, the wide east-west trail in the middle of the park, bisecting the main north-south trail and going all the way down to the brook (the brook is at the yellow arrow), is interesting indeed (below). Now obliterated by the golf course, it looks like it actually started in the woods across from Plumtree Road as kind of an extension of Balboa Drive (red arrow), intersected with Plumtree, and continued throu</span><span style="font-size: medium;">g</span><span style="font-size: medium;">h the reservation. That was one monster trail! Or was it some kind of service road?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50FGPjgqUQyXHk-m-8rNd1JW4Knypwjn0hkj-7ZbQ5VqevdFzrASd7iOy2HiPECEB3aS7pqBXa5m1a_1m6q-LBL2oPYsZ8IT_5CSZKHskqZ7stZ-CYt6pkNP301Zp2moVt-PyiTsZl9t485vgKzwLmg0C9Smvu2hhbsgIWsSaBuCvjuizlw4bCSKg/s382/balboa.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="382" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50FGPjgqUQyXHk-m-8rNd1JW4Knypwjn0hkj-7ZbQ5VqevdFzrASd7iOy2HiPECEB3aS7pqBXa5m1a_1m6q-LBL2oPYsZ8IT_5CSZKHskqZ7stZ-CYt6pkNP301Zp2moVt-PyiTsZl9t485vgKzwLmg0C9Smvu2hhbsgIWsSaBuCvjuizlw4bCSKg/w400-h306/balboa.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The “relocation” of Memorial Golf Course from East Springfield to South Branch, first proposed in the 1950s, was controversial at the time, but the city was determined to develop an industrial park on Roosevelt Avenue.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPacOcu5ftgx-LtYXS1drJqArN30QybCTgijXy-O8h6tCZ9fdWx4VtAEpEoMNrNjY03sxsn3cl0QiRMeMtrMuk-IzooFu6wDdGRpi6mQgZHeJWWyoRBe1_EuQgc9_OxvLpPX-tcSR1I2bqlT52wcDB9AyrXscpXeMKOUiNYpbEmJfednFOHs-7B7oX/s216/IMG_6029.PNG" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="208" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPacOcu5ftgx-LtYXS1drJqArN30QybCTgijXy-O8h6tCZ9fdWx4VtAEpEoMNrNjY03sxsn3cl0QiRMeMtrMuk-IzooFu6wDdGRpi6mQgZHeJWWyoRBe1_EuQgc9_OxvLpPX-tcSR1I2bqlT52wcDB9AyrXscpXeMKOUiNYpbEmJfednFOHs-7B7oX/w385-h400/IMG_6029.PNG" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGgjQJui9NoNK8Ke0VhsT_Nj_4dVYgDc5ebOjzFFsQv3x2ncnmOmfaTpi9gCLROd4vPvHwWTBYM2OXFnuwDTXkN4HywVv5hAOM79gjJKT_FGhvrMulfRmZaIdMSXjwSIqA-_iEGCGeZlpxrB7hmn3TSLiqypLuholxbLc3cSmgCNoL2TBACu9KK6U/s230/IMG_6032.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGgjQJui9NoNK8Ke0VhsT_Nj_4dVYgDc5ebOjzFFsQv3x2ncnmOmfaTpi9gCLROd4vPvHwWTBYM2OXFnuwDTXkN4HywVv5hAOM79gjJKT_FGhvrMulfRmZaIdMSXjwSIqA-_iEGCGeZlpxrB7hmn3TSLiqypLuholxbLc3cSmgCNoL2TBACu9KK6U/w400-h400/IMG_6032.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I have pointed out before, the incredibly scenic trail that went along the gorge immediately downstream of the falls—and followed the bank of the rapids—has been overgrown and impassable for at least 20 years. It's marked on the map below:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYTqhIyEjQBFVznJeOixjTlXNxMMojvJSEXZ6U36kcwdC0Qd9d6M3BPZ_GvdUgLQ1ZPM-VOpI3FoJvjYW6ZLzmCv549cq-JC9YVBULelAMVJ9EjYw_UHZwpE1CTvzZ49l-0q0-kFjGMZLw7UX-w9Ek8wEvMt5FF0Xufxgk0CDBaS-r66KuJMOg6Hy/s1334/IMG_6040.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxYTqhIyEjQBFVznJeOixjTlXNxMMojvJSEXZ6U36kcwdC0Qd9d6M3BPZ_GvdUgLQ1ZPM-VOpI3FoJvjYW6ZLzmCv549cq-JC9YVBULelAMVJ9EjYw_UHZwpE1CTvzZ49l-0q0-kFjGMZLw7UX-w9Ek8wEvMt5FF0Xufxgk0CDBaS-r66KuJMOg6Hy/w225-h400/IMG_6040.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you’re really determined, you can bushwhack your way to the main vista in the gorge, where there is evidence the place being a party spot—not particularly littered, but a few cans and bottles. “Weed“ is carved into a tree—the rapids are in the background: </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIK7eanqx_F47Oglngw9yvNiLDwkwW33CsVus10BeTqanmpT1l8QRJknDxVrFUl89RzQ-l7fdNGUzK54DoXMDHYZkOu_KTJ8OyuQ75xeGaWlvtCeCl6PEHJ1zeLnkUAZfaB87LXuLeKvV6vfPEwpBdoPNL3vJrvWWpzdMDfXNB2iJjzyRzdH7Y3kAl/s1080/south%20branch%20tree%201.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIK7eanqx_F47Oglngw9yvNiLDwkwW33CsVus10BeTqanmpT1l8QRJknDxVrFUl89RzQ-l7fdNGUzK54DoXMDHYZkOu_KTJ8OyuQ75xeGaWlvtCeCl6PEHJ1zeLnkUAZfaB87LXuLeKvV6vfPEwpBdoPNL3vJrvWWpzdMDfXNB2iJjzyRzdH7Y3kAl/w300-h400/south%20branch%20tree%201.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A stoner hangout? “Blunt” adorns another tree:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-je91QGFl87VJZSpLr5PNfW1gn4HF0EKjTTJYZZ_cAbj-IyE2VESgaVFfIGA_TIhKqNhFh8OkAqZ1UoN-SDBYIngz_Folek5o8qqb0K6tuyWipISG70MTqKtT4WoYj_gE71wkHeogddVwvxLWLoRjzlvEi38YJjPi8UTvppOX65Mz8zd2hEcXPqoD/s1080/south%20branch%20tree%202.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-je91QGFl87VJZSpLr5PNfW1gn4HF0EKjTTJYZZ_cAbj-IyE2VESgaVFfIGA_TIhKqNhFh8OkAqZ1UoN-SDBYIngz_Folek5o8qqb0K6tuyWipISG70MTqKtT4WoYj_gE71wkHeogddVwvxLWLoRjzlvEi38YJjPi8UTvppOX65Mz8zd2hEcXPqoD/w400-h300/south%20branch%20tree%202.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I would love for that trail to be cleared and restored! I don’t have a chainsaw—which is what it would take to clean up those woods—but I would certainly volunteer for a day of trail work. Years ago there were volunteer cleanup and trail maintenance days at the park, but not recently. Here is one from 1964:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHdNSQWRDjQn5xAd_0HL1O3wGcful_A-vbSmxejMhqOAMb-zT0mPtw-jEat7O1hJqonwfPNJnbHrFvI52sUZ5KLOMdznhXz913UlcJNGIXuflENds738G32B9rIZ6H8pWt_tIN8IEWsCqcvH2IkFoLF8_1LL_EafQlVhbJkz1znXFdnvcdFC9UvHu/s794/south%20branch%20branches.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="498" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHdNSQWRDjQn5xAd_0HL1O3wGcful_A-vbSmxejMhqOAMb-zT0mPtw-jEat7O1hJqonwfPNJnbHrFvI52sUZ5KLOMdznhXz913UlcJNGIXuflENds738G32B9rIZ6H8pWt_tIN8IEWsCqcvH2IkFoLF8_1LL_EafQlVhbJkz1znXFdnvcdFC9UvHu/w251-h400/south%20branch%20branches.jpeg" width="251" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIkTtPpAsySAuR_GpsMNzFVUKX3gV684cs1Dt749HETTJ6GXdpb97OvkVpxLEclVeOm-ozVLZlGFYgFNXthYAIWZ3u2UtXtjTALPg8Ro49JUl62y-naTNBjzcUrbBRPmoVkAW9HshIgR_97hy2Izax3dTOZJEWBUCfrw8rIQMCNO_BN7TLpxsJuqs/s1851/IMG_0535.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1851" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIkTtPpAsySAuR_GpsMNzFVUKX3gV684cs1Dt749HETTJ6GXdpb97OvkVpxLEclVeOm-ozVLZlGFYgFNXthYAIWZ3u2UtXtjTALPg8Ro49JUl62y-naTNBjzcUrbBRPmoVkAW9HshIgR_97hy2Izax3dTOZJEWBUCfrw8rIQMCNO_BN7TLpxsJuqs/w400-h290/IMG_0535.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba5IqMnNMCbmrv2FvvjaqJVg2gtD2F635YQWONtaFZdSUyiZGl-xfuc_WxFSQrvodW7_iDq2S3bdGieqpoDj1uJrP1Xs9HK7GloLIOdiP9rFDVMBBWZOp40ksgBWKEXb5RCSqGrGp63_f6Nlg22L0TGJ_RGVSOLCTycPYlQqy4NSxovnIohRfglbV/s676/south%20branch%20falls%20cleanup.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="670" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjba5IqMnNMCbmrv2FvvjaqJVg2gtD2F635YQWONtaFZdSUyiZGl-xfuc_WxFSQrvodW7_iDq2S3bdGieqpoDj1uJrP1Xs9HK7GloLIOdiP9rFDVMBBWZOp40ksgBWKEXb5RCSqGrGp63_f6Nlg22L0TGJ_RGVSOLCTycPYlQqy4NSxovnIohRfglbV/w396-h400/south%20branch%20falls%20cleanup.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5RmUnwprdXiCXbek5ERIxEyOdya5YZ_Qlj8enmTL1Fp4RM6BOQNdEi5M-9wS_bUmiqCEV9m25RQuILykGGu4Oh87N5CH1Voxy-IcFgIOIGDXctvI-UGUE5f7E3pFwnJuXTBaallCAunzWGgp_coDCkQMX5OlWdpBGjUw2JgvJVfJ69DwTbIJWyk3/s960/south%20branch%20stream%20cleanup.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="960" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5RmUnwprdXiCXbek5ERIxEyOdya5YZ_Qlj8enmTL1Fp4RM6BOQNdEi5M-9wS_bUmiqCEV9m25RQuILykGGu4Oh87N5CH1Voxy-IcFgIOIGDXctvI-UGUE5f7E3pFwnJuXTBaallCAunzWGgp_coDCkQMX5OlWdpBGjUw2JgvJVfJ69DwTbIJWyk3/w400-h251/south%20branch%20stream%20cleanup.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">South Branch Park isn’t under Springfield Parks and Recreation jurisdiction. The park is on its own, without a grassroots “friends” group to advocate for it or maintain trails, so there are several tree-falls blocking the main trail.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The original trail that hugged the gorge wound its way around the brook, which takes the 90-degree turn south. When I was a kid, at this bend my friends and I discovered a freshwater spring. It was magical—crystal clear water bubbling up from the ground. I had never seen anything like it. On a dare I drank from it because we had heard spring water was safe. It was delicious, and I didn’t get diarrhea!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In recent years I looked for the spring and I finally stumbled upon it after many hikes. It’s not pristine like it was in the early 1970s—it’s muddy and totally lacks the bubbling action it had back then. Hell, a freshwater spring is really nothing more than groundwater coming to the surface, but there it is, emerging at the bottom of the photo and flowing (barely) toward the brook. It’s looking pretty stagnant, but at least I found it:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSEd0uG-8A8AaEMtLrn6jS5Rct9SyO3hylqY8H4NZtDRc7f89Ud6T7bDJkt18iam2vuL8Jdet0g_R3tYwntmoGM9vaJBXQpsnBY_557WOQceatYkeUI1RYtE8G4SGcIFGHqgjd7PI0toGfohofY6_Zbjdp2wQbYoSKXNCmVmdifpUDtBN1Qt2rEWa/s1080/south%20branch%20spring.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSEd0uG-8A8AaEMtLrn6jS5Rct9SyO3hylqY8H4NZtDRc7f89Ud6T7bDJkt18iam2vuL8Jdet0g_R3tYwntmoGM9vaJBXQpsnBY_557WOQceatYkeUI1RYtE8G4SGcIFGHqgjd7PI0toGfohofY6_Zbjdp2wQbYoSKXNCmVmdifpUDtBN1Qt2rEWa/w300-h400/south%20branch%20spring.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I can’t fully explain my obsession with South Branch Park, and neither can Bridle Path John—he has a hard time elucidating to others the reason for his fascination with the place. It undoubtedly has roots in our fantastic childhood memories of these woods—especially for John, who hiked and fished in them pre-golf course—and the fact that we had a beautiful waterfall and roaring rapids right in our own neighborhood. Hence, all the minutiae I have been providing on this reservation in seven blog installments.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So will there eventually be The Ruins of South Branch Park, Part 8? It depends. Maybe if the old gorge trail is restored! Or maybe if I could find some quality old photos of the park, especially its formation. Back then, the WPA was very thorough about documenting its work projects with photos, and I keep getting the nagging feeling that a treasure trove of South Branch pictures from the 1930s exists somewhere—probably in a file cabinet. And certainly there must be photos of the construction of Veterans Golf Course!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If anyone knows the possible whereabouts of this Holy Grail of photographic history, email me at hellsacres@gmail.com.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Read all the blog posts on The Ruins of South Branch Park:<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruins-of-south-branch-park-part-1.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;">Part 1</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruins-of-south-branch-park-part-2.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;">Part 2</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2011/05/spitting-to-all-fields.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;">Part 3</a> (scroll down)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2014/01/shitting-to-all-fields-part-5.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;">Part 4</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2014/02/shitting-to-all-fields-part-6.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;">Part 5</a> (scroll down)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="line-height: 17.12px;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-ruins-of-south-branch-park-part-vi.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Part 6</span></a></span></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-77595918351897525062023-02-01T00:30:00.032-05:002023-02-07T13:59:29.752-05:00Random Stuff, Part 7<p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwruq5rLGCLwGLjByxGAeGVl05x_VRLADv3ctogkw_GPHOWrHMtGroF7htltUvngE-kEWbTn0z3I0l99rUEPNOwHqqCPS42LXwJbkHyqSknyLmD1V1TxpOwgoRLhxuE1AnrftLeSO84QLmwRiJdLTZztEwuZiBb9KbKNqkiKN-wU01fUoVR4mrU5LQ/s329/renrut%20baseball.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="276" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwruq5rLGCLwGLjByxGAeGVl05x_VRLADv3ctogkw_GPHOWrHMtGroF7htltUvngE-kEWbTn0z3I0l99rUEPNOwHqqCPS42LXwJbkHyqSknyLmD1V1TxpOwgoRLhxuE1AnrftLeSO84QLmwRiJdLTZztEwuZiBb9KbKNqkiKN-wU01fUoVR4mrU5LQ/w335-h400/renrut%20baseball.png" width="335" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;">It was with much sadness that I found out Brian Turner, AKA the hilarious cartoonist Renrut (“Turner” spelled backwards) died back in 2021 of cancer at age 71. He was an Acres guy, from Birchland Avenue.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Turner was a writing instructor at Smith College for more than 30 years, but he was more known for his cartoons. After he graduated from AIC earned an MFA in English with emphasis in fiction writing at UMass Amherst, he bought a Springfield Newspapers delivery truck and took his cartoon business on the road. The venture failed, but eventually his “Renrut’s World” and his SCAT Comics Gazette, based in Northampton, were big hits in The Valley and beyond.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPQg21vvZ2o306UCrHBeAUGYb6goYClsb1JvDTNLvtXp0mdE3SY4FiLK34JD7kxa8Jnx3e_s3ijmjJf9_5cotoE3ez1289m6vnMWUg4JzCuKVv4OkMUveiApgvP7Krjhnt2mWcNq9NIITsjx2aLS5cMa3pqGNwQl2LJAbKtmrEYxmXM1dxheTUSro/s500/turner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="362" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPQg21vvZ2o306UCrHBeAUGYb6goYClsb1JvDTNLvtXp0mdE3SY4FiLK34JD7kxa8Jnx3e_s3ijmjJf9_5cotoE3ez1289m6vnMWUg4JzCuKVv4OkMUveiApgvP7Krjhnt2mWcNq9NIITsjx2aLS5cMa3pqGNwQl2LJAbKtmrEYxmXM1dxheTUSro/w290-h400/turner.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite Turner confessing he wasn’t much of a ballplayer<a href="https://sophia.smith.edu/~bturner/nohitter.html" target="_blank"> in his humorous take on his Sixteen Acres youth baseball days</a>, which I featured in another post, he was a prolific baseball author, frequently being published in The National Pastime and Base Ball: Journal of the Early Game. He also co-authored The Hurrah Game, a companion book to an exhibit at Historic Northampton, and The Florence Eagles Base Ball Club.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Turner, a fan of Hell’s Acres, messaged me a couple of times, insisting I should author a book. “I hold out hope that someday all your material can be pulled together into a really thoughtful, not to mention highly entertaining chronicle of life and times in the Acres,” he wrote. “I mean the blog is an accomplishment in itself, but I'm hoping you do a book.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, readers, what do you think? Is some of this blog book material? I’ve always been comfortable in the blog format, but I guess you never know. Leave a comment if you would buy a book that I wrote (even though the material is all covered free online!).</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Turner mentioned a couple of crazy Acres dudes he knew, including a guy who ran away from home when he was 15, lived in the woods off North Branch Parkway, and one day robbed customers at knifepoint in the International House of Pancakes on Boston Road in 1971. “Like stagecoach holdup, it didn't work out very well,” he wrote. “You capture those insane days really well, and I am sure I only know a tiny portion of the nonsense Acres lads got up to back in the day. I was too much of a goody-two-shoes for my own good.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUF-Uil-mk2-58tuJwZ0b_x8GqUSsS3jy96irSuKPjvL7AMriA1cYW6h8BgfWwy9kvlbPAhlmAr8NN0UWvi3tM-acxcdq_W7BqnB0vjlQFpjeCNzibhDUW2Pj56Rj7ojCKeHHF6GhUzH5fuBuEcA1PATCipKphosNAcwnK5FzA7zPZiKpMJm19mOt/s301/fort%20street%20bust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="283" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUF-Uil-mk2-58tuJwZ0b_x8GqUSsS3jy96irSuKPjvL7AMriA1cYW6h8BgfWwy9kvlbPAhlmAr8NN0UWvi3tM-acxcdq_W7BqnB0vjlQFpjeCNzibhDUW2Pj56Rj7ojCKeHHF6GhUzH5fuBuEcA1PATCipKphosNAcwnK5FzA7zPZiKpMJm19mOt/w376-h400/fort%20street%20bust.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is a autobiographical cartoon of him <a href="https://sophia.smith.edu/~bturner/mike.html" target="_blank">getting arrested in front of The Fort/Student Prince restaurant</a> in Springfield.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-z9_FAqhv1Qap4KwW74WhQhLm8oCKd-0RRQvyLEN3cuqiEZJryi4iP60YeSKWli2fJpo5I4iog5FCdzZJkW1Ms3IaUpaLFACYGDM6kKUtVBfbH_eV5-s9hQONNtGHjhq0JLgAnS1bHYslna7tnfZ4FuqP7z4ZzjLoWTQy2g47ylQFyuSUs07klj-/s400/pike%20sign.jpeg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="400" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-z9_FAqhv1Qap4KwW74WhQhLm8oCKd-0RRQvyLEN3cuqiEZJryi4iP60YeSKWli2fJpo5I4iog5FCdzZJkW1Ms3IaUpaLFACYGDM6kKUtVBfbH_eV5-s9hQONNtGHjhq0JLgAnS1bHYslna7tnfZ4FuqP7z4ZzjLoWTQy2g47ylQFyuSUs07klj-/w400-h329/pike%20sign.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who remembers the old Mass Pike sign? Decades ago, before the controversies about Native American mascots and team names, the state realized the turnpike logo might be just a tad offensive. The original sign did show, however, that King Philip’s War still remained in the collective unconscious of the Bay State.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSh9R9CKfWZnmi2Vf0mgDIYyBTY784DebyKBSmOib1FyLMpFUZGIh2uz8cciiBQLj7clps43SqcWUyjC1nKedMncb1m04Spr59ElABu-os_Ve5d5clhRcJfchbEvonNp6fL4q25TUDUGInzaB9uXvnGby7UWc2cznuQ-KGGOabyicCV0hCNWBYQkd4/s679/riverdale%20screen.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="679" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSh9R9CKfWZnmi2Vf0mgDIYyBTY784DebyKBSmOib1FyLMpFUZGIh2uz8cciiBQLj7clps43SqcWUyjC1nKedMncb1m04Spr59ElABu-os_Ve5d5clhRcJfchbEvonNp6fL4q25TUDUGInzaB9uXvnGby7UWc2cznuQ-KGGOabyicCV0hCNWBYQkd4/w400-h301/riverdale%20screen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s always great to find another photo of the Riverdale Drive-in theater screen (on the left). I do remember Town & Country Liquors—now Table & Vine—but not a Topps department store (although I recall the Topps on Boston Road).</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The sight of no beggars holding signs on Riverdale is indeed a nostalgic one. Here is some more Riverdale Drive-in nostalgia, including the 1950 grand opening ad and the swing set. Read more about this drive-in and others <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2016/08/not-coming-soon-drive-in-theater-near.html" target="_blank">in this post</a>.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EuS_6Tc5WhHBhw4gCCYEfj-mobXOC9VSdKcDpZL8GbDjxpG5yAHQix3WgRnRCUIB85zSTb4eRDO9F686pEH51-yr4BTD4mlAx3Y_PxPYCzal-Dah9AW-vg0UkcZSJWFSP5sguG2HVZyPd22x_Neiet8E4l3y-aesKi5sXl-h0HSbipCHfuaHA_aS/s377/95620504_4364797643545884_441996819598147584_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="155" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EuS_6Tc5WhHBhw4gCCYEfj-mobXOC9VSdKcDpZL8GbDjxpG5yAHQix3WgRnRCUIB85zSTb4eRDO9F686pEH51-yr4BTD4mlAx3Y_PxPYCzal-Dah9AW-vg0UkcZSJWFSP5sguG2HVZyPd22x_Neiet8E4l3y-aesKi5sXl-h0HSbipCHfuaHA_aS/w165-h400/95620504_4364797643545884_441996819598147584_n.jpg" width="165" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHd6lkqKXaLnQPU80UFBVSZxPYMjgKuqVkzRBHUTPAE6AUqELvJDCVwkQ1wXP65JfjxzquS55ZYwB03qmCcS6wMcf2_FKQt4-ogSC9HofWQYw2CFtP9e-UomGPUzto7UZfk5pfFQNV-AHKS41fU72G572DJ-MR3_o7N6RjWLGKz74rZtWqsUOIxo-z/s888/240386392_2667327860240069_2408406575069430046_n.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="888" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHd6lkqKXaLnQPU80UFBVSZxPYMjgKuqVkzRBHUTPAE6AUqELvJDCVwkQ1wXP65JfjxzquS55ZYwB03qmCcS6wMcf2_FKQt4-ogSC9HofWQYw2CFtP9e-UomGPUzto7UZfk5pfFQNV-AHKS41fU72G572DJ-MR3_o7N6RjWLGKz74rZtWqsUOIxo-z/w400-h383/240386392_2667327860240069_2408406575069430046_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK00xLmKM7yxHMlSVaKlob_O51iCTopBlLnwHHVmbr4ZfpLovUIx7aWQDNTDWKrMma3GljBv1sMjcxa_4C1X6LKi_B6S6JBZPpC8_q7MVaxM7qSnSZ2kzUxzpt8wduc25hXugxFZf77Ix1v6uQQL4yiP5KBSujFKs2PZ5rxjR3QQxWw6G64GBqKkOl/s522/298963507_590275272574472_1351717640366039996_n.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK00xLmKM7yxHMlSVaKlob_O51iCTopBlLnwHHVmbr4ZfpLovUIx7aWQDNTDWKrMma3GljBv1sMjcxa_4C1X6LKi_B6S6JBZPpC8_q7MVaxM7qSnSZ2kzUxzpt8wduc25hXugxFZf77Ix1v6uQQL4yiP5KBSujFKs2PZ5rxjR3QQxWw6G64GBqKkOl/w368-h400/298963507_590275272574472_1351717640366039996_n.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I gotta get me one of those hoodies!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And these T-shirts!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAgoY5mAB2TG5l1mW9MQnF1MJcbEuIMKH6VTe8IgctTGODMw1pJQXcDv4EyaqMjdFzKH-iE9NQdSeVk4sB0ecjicQPL8hAHaK276sPFoMzoY8hKXh630h7Pg28RX59fvC7bF8kK6TEzVi_JHqA8rpDUx7BSbugIqxqM_IAd3IdXWUX0JFCqETiw4H/s739/mt%20tom%20t%20shirt.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="687" data-original-width="739" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAgoY5mAB2TG5l1mW9MQnF1MJcbEuIMKH6VTe8IgctTGODMw1pJQXcDv4EyaqMjdFzKH-iE9NQdSeVk4sB0ecjicQPL8hAHaK276sPFoMzoY8hKXh630h7Pg28RX59fvC7bF8kK6TEzVi_JHqA8rpDUx7BSbugIqxqM_IAd3IdXWUX0JFCqETiw4H/w400-h371/mt%20tom%20t%20shirt.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QJqVofXe5baDOSZS09ULuRJCLkBt6Bl32OKwyXH5G_RTLbLaI3Sax1T3Pe-qKGimo5MbbwK7EnhoTpl2WjpnNw48SH02ZtS4_olSGvXNM7dXvQtDLgYveUccSMtZ4xSS3DS2az6PTFmY1b7P83IRHq_yNFcKt_e1sf6MN0mR0jLDhyNKRx_GAh9v/s762/steiger's%20t%20shirt.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="735" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QJqVofXe5baDOSZS09ULuRJCLkBt6Bl32OKwyXH5G_RTLbLaI3Sax1T3Pe-qKGimo5MbbwK7EnhoTpl2WjpnNw48SH02ZtS4_olSGvXNM7dXvQtDLgYveUccSMtZ4xSS3DS2az6PTFmY1b7P83IRHq_yNFcKt_e1sf6MN0mR0jLDhyNKRx_GAh9v/w386-h400/steiger's%20t%20shirt.png" width="386" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Speaking of Steiger’s: Bloomers and petticoats—“fetchingly styled”—at Steiger’s in 1914.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNx0teKhVcTTOTQ_VlvhyBz7HqEpEgOELrLhM4i1-QhX4Brk07QKl_EJFqehqscVBzfc7v0IlFW76yw2VP8YOvR7iAm7l1pkVmKH706m111nX0JJ-JEoj1vU8IxmKKAmB3p6Cdw8OI0NsO7r5Lcmm4rV7vHxSup9Y6FICzyDTEK3TaPTFnC-OffWY/s2088/bloomers%20steigers.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNx0teKhVcTTOTQ_VlvhyBz7HqEpEgOELrLhM4i1-QhX4Brk07QKl_EJFqehqscVBzfc7v0IlFW76yw2VP8YOvR7iAm7l1pkVmKH706m111nX0JJ-JEoj1vU8IxmKKAmB3p6Cdw8OI0NsO7r5Lcmm4rV7vHxSup9Y6FICzyDTEK3TaPTFnC-OffWY/w208-h400/bloomers%20steigers.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVerjwsYNYf_2OIUYtUKUExJ8s99RWzF2ESYb6ArQvQDobUgizhJ3Go1yR5ZKc9zJHWLO-9vBXRVmKZR4XDRjgVc6ysdsCV6BXdC6zSO1WNZOIRiLq_gj01Fbq4xyduPcaGC8_6uqUyjf5peZ0SAHD10qP5vJi6zyOPS8C0MT6COILiB863NeQAI5u/s942/dugout.jpg" style="font-family: Arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="589" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVerjwsYNYf_2OIUYtUKUExJ8s99RWzF2ESYb6ArQvQDobUgizhJ3Go1yR5ZKc9zJHWLO-9vBXRVmKZR4XDRjgVc6ysdsCV6BXdC6zSO1WNZOIRiLq_gj01Fbq4xyduPcaGC8_6uqUyjf5peZ0SAHD10qP5vJi6zyOPS8C0MT6COILiB863NeQAI5u/w250-h400/dugout.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At Friendly Field, the old baseball field at Greenleaf Park (now the north side of the parking lot for the Sixteen Acres library), the dugouts used to be perpetually flooded, so many players sat on top of them, explaining the sneakers at the top of this photo.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupl4BRxMXcXwNgwuJX6NMtMGvx_D5q7ipClbIJgI30uZ0G7xYvrwAfy9mGzyUODpfD4LgVXdDTIScf94nunVzu3u_c3EdXdcaH8-Zn_YJMuKjEdIuOJuXe2bQlW0qWVPUnyuK8veO3hxTwSjIo-ep_QLZugFJz0e-T6f7ruSPsnLEyM1q188ID_EF/s813/camp%20husky.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="813" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupl4BRxMXcXwNgwuJX6NMtMGvx_D5q7ipClbIJgI30uZ0G7xYvrwAfy9mGzyUODpfD4LgVXdDTIScf94nunVzu3u_c3EdXdcaH8-Zn_YJMuKjEdIuOJuXe2bQlW0qWVPUnyuK8veO3hxTwSjIo-ep_QLZugFJz0e-T6f7ruSPsnLEyM1q188ID_EF/w400-h305/camp%20husky.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The swing set at the old Camp Husky at 885 Grayson Drive, which was a day camp opposite the intersection of Grayson and Spear Road from 1953 to around 1967. They had two pools and pony rides!</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qM2Jq3mNYZvdyXRVZqz0dXV__R65sQy9QiMwqAIaojrauNCLGJMoXm1YWh282jTtulzN3L8XJzCE6QhKFFFYDe5_MZihtsLvrCdQeeHs8mD1rPl75G32O2kgyLZv8rIQ7DCCh9PZrF64HKhI_w1tsUkr1WhKN7ZaV_jFMRL6ixJiJ7nWYMEJclns/s228/irish%201866.jpg" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="193" data-original-width="228" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qM2Jq3mNYZvdyXRVZqz0dXV__R65sQy9QiMwqAIaojrauNCLGJMoXm1YWh282jTtulzN3L8XJzCE6QhKFFFYDe5_MZihtsLvrCdQeeHs8mD1rPl75G32O2kgyLZv8rIQ7DCCh9PZrF64HKhI_w1tsUkr1WhKN7ZaV_jFMRL6ixJiJ7nWYMEJclns/w400-h339/irish%201866.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had always heard about the discrimination against the Irish back in the day, including signs and ads that included the sentence “No Irish need apply.” So I looked up this requirement in the Springfield Republican online archives and found several examples, including one in a classified ad from November 9, 1866 (above).</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I then typed in “Irish need not apply,” and found one from March 20, 1890, just three days after St. Patrick’s Day. The interesting thing is that upon further examination, the ad in its entirety said that the family was looking for a good cook—German preferred—“colored or Irish need not apply.” </span></p><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-OUn4tABKIMEVjJnv9W3Ld2lPKhIcEFqA2uacGNnWgAKPWwhwy-biRZK54l8gFmE2cyOdU9iJDunMdw5MADjJogJFUqWqqD0vmWJaErxHHZOWa5sz27q9OvG6gO7ymeHYqaXFzWwNdhLlTvEHB7Lt30pyiSQgCysXIzBFwbNNEEtCYhM_pNctvO7/s499/irish%201890.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="499" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-OUn4tABKIMEVjJnv9W3Ld2lPKhIcEFqA2uacGNnWgAKPWwhwy-biRZK54l8gFmE2cyOdU9iJDunMdw5MADjJogJFUqWqqD0vmWJaErxHHZOWa5sz27q9OvG6gO7ymeHYqaXFzWwNdhLlTvEHB7Lt30pyiSQgCysXIzBFwbNNEEtCYhM_pNctvO7/w400-h370/irish%201890.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had heard that this kind of ad was published in the mid-19th century—1890 seems to be a little late for this overt bigotry. In fact, it's less than 20 years before my grandfather came to the US from County Kerry.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Richard Jensen, a retired history professor from the University of Illinois at Chicago, wrote in a 2002 article in the Oxford Journal of Social History that the “Irish need not apply” trope was false, and that “there have been no documented instances of job discrimination against Irish men.” This was debunked by a 14-year-old girl in 2015, who did a casual newspaper archive search and found plenty of these ads, refuting his claim that “The NINA myth fostered among the Irish a misperception or gross exaggeration that other Americans were prejudiced against them, and were deliberately holding back their economic progress.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dm48nv9BUjiwwsb5qDJj4jiqDlZxhsGstMtJueTNKcBg_IL1YCT_DVSe1itDwvXFiKNFcdkgKKqzIr_GLSPpH0MpU1vV7kbiiW_BlR_wayToC_U3Nd3M8jYNw39NxpdLcYSKuCJaQp-Y7U3jW7rdqBowxelUA9Kb1PMjVjC148PNmobnmI5WmeeS/s757/don't%20want%20the%20irish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="757" data-original-width="750" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dm48nv9BUjiwwsb5qDJj4jiqDlZxhsGstMtJueTNKcBg_IL1YCT_DVSe1itDwvXFiKNFcdkgKKqzIr_GLSPpH0MpU1vV7kbiiW_BlR_wayToC_U3Nd3M8jYNw39NxpdLcYSKuCJaQp-Y7U3jW7rdqBowxelUA9Kb1PMjVjC148PNmobnmI5WmeeS/w396-h400/don't%20want%20the%20irish.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Jensen added further insult to injury by insisting that the NINA stories </span><span>“</span><span>have been kept alive by Irish-Americans today is possibly due to “the political need to be bona-fide victims.” He seems to think many Irish-Americans are using this “myth” to make the case that they suffer from the same injustices that Black people have endured. Wow, was he missing the point. We as a country still have a long way to go to achieve true equity for every one of our citizens. This became even more obvious in 2020 after several high-profile police killings of Black people—the murder of George Floyd being the most prominent. This prompted our country to reckon with its long history of systemic racism. But to claim that systemic discrimination against Irish-Americans was a fallacy was idiotic. The 14-year-old girl found 69 NINA newspaper ads—and even Hell’s Acres found some!</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s obvious that Jensen’s research was shoddy. I think I’ll print out Jensen’s paper—so I can wipe my ass with it.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6Xms1afq2y560USIlPmFfCcIe0LvKmdNM5L0irthmyzpUOdYQttSg6w5Pa9ESWu0HFXSBgbaGR4UcznWsM0U-ctZupefoGGvnk0y2FfZI7w9IZ7LBnWIcXYirbw4oH6wFZbfwFhd9ga5lq0bX-lqfAznIei8O8TEo-ul0aDF1f2d7-cZURmJa2oJ/s723/tower%204.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="663" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6Xms1afq2y560USIlPmFfCcIe0LvKmdNM5L0irthmyzpUOdYQttSg6w5Pa9ESWu0HFXSBgbaGR4UcznWsM0U-ctZupefoGGvnk0y2FfZI7w9IZ7LBnWIcXYirbw4oH6wFZbfwFhd9ga5lq0bX-lqfAznIei8O8TEo-ul0aDF1f2d7-cZURmJa2oJ/w366-h400/tower%204.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Tower Hill Restaurant on Ridge Road in Wilbraham burned to the ground on June 17, 1954. Owned by the E. C. Porteri family, it served hot dogs, hamburgers, ice cream, shakes, etc. Located a quarter-mile on the left from Monson Road intersection, there was no hydrant around, so four Wilbraham pumper fire trucks did what they could, spraying the water in their tanks when the 12:17 p.m. call came in, but the flames were too intense for it to be doused. </span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXfYIJzlGOL6rcb7x4Xf41zwAEcntwn1UOFVkTZp_HRaBk2cpwI9EQ6w6m4pgPoWUK-sLc-iLrb3LLbgInkyQZUa_zawgSTAdsRb3Glu9rzA_Ddk6s0kQL9w3MVhTmj5fGqPfWOMqs6IlxjhopASWNxInre1s2K8gWxbVczUYiu9KwiSakcFp94z_/s960/tower%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="747" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXfYIJzlGOL6rcb7x4Xf41zwAEcntwn1UOFVkTZp_HRaBk2cpwI9EQ6w6m4pgPoWUK-sLc-iLrb3LLbgInkyQZUa_zawgSTAdsRb3Glu9rzA_Ddk6s0kQL9w3MVhTmj5fGqPfWOMqs6IlxjhopASWNxInre1s2K8gWxbVczUYiu9KwiSakcFp94z_/w311-h400/tower%201.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The cement steps leading to the 90-foot tower, as well as the foundation footings, and some broken window glass in the topsoil, are still there, but the entire structure, as you can see, was a total loss (it was uninsured) and never rebuilt—which is too bad, because it must have been quite the destination.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Designed by Springfield architect Atwood C. Hall, it was built entirely out of Douglas fir atop a terraced green in 1930<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and was intended to be reminiscent of an early 16th-century English watchtower. The family still flies an American flag daily at the site.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VtPJoC88tcdR0CeABTmCwbyXD3FT8zxA1Lp1bBirXBEqA8GstcNLlFOqYOGynVKmdyxcTxT4B7MynXdrhKuvBasXnGBV4DaygpUJz4i44jbMSbDB5Ah713RpoTnkbR3ja-9y20Ll5xG0EU2FDDDXCmdw4_Jdp14zx_a5hDl0iveTlA3-qRWoN2NT/s960/tower%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="760" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VtPJoC88tcdR0CeABTmCwbyXD3FT8zxA1Lp1bBirXBEqA8GstcNLlFOqYOGynVKmdyxcTxT4B7MynXdrhKuvBasXnGBV4DaygpUJz4i44jbMSbDB5Ah713RpoTnkbR3ja-9y20Ll5xG0EU2FDDDXCmdw4_Jdp14zx_a5hDl0iveTlA3-qRWoN2NT/w316-h400/tower%202.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The place had been known over the years as the Porteri Tower, the Fire Tower Restaurant, the Porteri Lookout, and the High Tower Tea Room. People said the tower was visible from Sumner Avenue in Springfield, and it was the place to go on a summer day because of the incredible views and the fact that the ridge was always around 10 degrees cooler than the valley, which retains heat notoriously. I had always heard defective wiring from a ham radio on the tower caused the fire. Anyone else hear this rumor? There were also arson fires at the nearby Rice Fruit Farm buildings around that time, so there are other rumors as well. A witness said it burned from the top and spread down. Anyone remember this fire or hear about its origin? Leave a comment!</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubH5550od21HUVU92EyXYI433dUPSivORYvznQrMWryD0jRL8AGlkyi_zw5BtoRh0BMXAIRoV1yjzamWWh-JObB1bgkJ8BN6UUG43PhEJ2G4ZIjvniYS0hFJIwANYxjt4Pje3iUtx2VHeXDTi5MZMSTzQIKCuEIwzhnboDelxkcUgMRMwXcgsf9Rl/s960/tower%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="769" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubH5550od21HUVU92EyXYI433dUPSivORYvznQrMWryD0jRL8AGlkyi_zw5BtoRh0BMXAIRoV1yjzamWWh-JObB1bgkJ8BN6UUG43PhEJ2G4ZIjvniYS0hFJIwANYxjt4Pje3iUtx2VHeXDTi5MZMSTzQIKCuEIwzhnboDelxkcUgMRMwXcgsf9Rl/w320-h400/tower%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">See you in March. Like and share my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/hellsacres" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>!</span></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-69456286802847774192023-01-01T00:30:00.016-05:002023-01-01T09:44:32.885-05:00Random Stuff, Part 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VzQIwgR1H2dhqYq2w5mM-3FXAWokI_lHfgJV94VVTZiRHSE8OZ-QqshrhDnMyVREtIgDMs21FwzFCrKMv7mlTKlcTdrcPOLKcTkAyYmPil_CvIoZ2h-e1x_bZ0_hUFyDkwqkrNDj10B2thLu_7PUFiPrT_QIZF8bfrLA-mwBRfIiN2LU5QeJaKjR/s2048/270204217_10223557161934420_5862435365599714174_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="2048" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VzQIwgR1H2dhqYq2w5mM-3FXAWokI_lHfgJV94VVTZiRHSE8OZ-QqshrhDnMyVREtIgDMs21FwzFCrKMv7mlTKlcTdrcPOLKcTkAyYmPil_CvIoZ2h-e1x_bZ0_hUFyDkwqkrNDj10B2thLu_7PUFiPrT_QIZF8bfrLA-mwBRfIiN2LU5QeJaKjR/w400-h249/270204217_10223557161934420_5862435365599714174_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: medium;">Check out the youth baseball game at Kiley Junior High sometime in the 1970s. Looks like a Wilshire cap on that guy “keeping book” on the right. I’m marveling at that guy with the plaid pants, Elvis glasses and sideburns, along with the pipe in his mouth. Yes, that’s a pipe! He’s pictured below on another day at Kiley on the left with the v-neck sweater and yellow T-shirt.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NpgABWrhrvza7aZ9axy7ENc78VwNkQHeYL727opZbBlAEik8yPCzQDv5QTw0yvgIqOmZK6bFaR-ARX_PGJMrucDqOy2qj914yq06ZAr1CURb_YDMjpzMFlfk38tgK-a7VD4j-7hjNYfP9U0Hunu1SAFf4YMjdeqiQbpJsEga_Ah-ThImxn5vc41D/s2048/270115072_10223557162174426_2827135148093284382_n.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NpgABWrhrvza7aZ9axy7ENc78VwNkQHeYL727opZbBlAEik8yPCzQDv5QTw0yvgIqOmZK6bFaR-ARX_PGJMrucDqOy2qj914yq06ZAr1CURb_YDMjpzMFlfk38tgK-a7VD4j-7hjNYfP9U0Hunu1SAFf4YMjdeqiQbpJsEga_Ah-ThImxn5vc41D/w400-h300/270115072_10223557162174426_2827135148093284382_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the background is the Bicentennial Highway (formerly the Outer Belt) and the Five Town Plaza (formerly Grants Plaza). Wow, the plaza looks really close in this photo—it always seems further back in my memory, but everything seemed larger and distances longer back then. One of our youth baseball games at Kiley was paused for a few seconds as a Corvette and a GTO drag raced down the Bicentennial. I forget who won.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I never had those red Sixteen Acres uniforms—they were always the white wool ones below. I’ve posted the circa 1970-71 photo before (it’s not my team in front of the dank Greenleaf Park dugouts), but I never commented on those funky red, white, and black striped socks. They were the old-time “stirrup socks” that had the uncomfortable strap that went underneath white socks. It was uncomfortable enough to wear wool uni’s on a hot day, never mind two pairs of socks. Stirrup socks are supposedly making a comeback, but I can’t imagine why. Also, the wool uniforms had to be hung dry after washing, and I don’t know how many Saturday mornings I grabbed it off the line and it was still damp!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu661RwdpIw3PXG-S4hMZQ9-aT4PWAzwqxA-jdx3fIISwHgyW1rVZEOkft7wV1q9YYf97GowASP4rVdGS8yM3J7kHeETtZlmzD2b8og6KC81IStucbB5SBjH4N9LszBN0XlU95N9yRQaCpFjncbYDDVAYHM-sLF_rN_J584KAV2PtdLvJmOLlqKBhG/s976/41332506_10217907444863989_4917744580486496256_n.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="976" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu661RwdpIw3PXG-S4hMZQ9-aT4PWAzwqxA-jdx3fIISwHgyW1rVZEOkft7wV1q9YYf97GowASP4rVdGS8yM3J7kHeETtZlmzD2b8og6KC81IStucbB5SBjH4N9LszBN0XlU95N9yRQaCpFjncbYDDVAYHM-sLF_rN_J584KAV2PtdLvJmOLlqKBhG/w400-h315/41332506_10217907444863989_4917744580486496256_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qDSVk8W8lkOXXW8c1LrdQn7fqnhJE2nUliR1aAMZg34akbPAJI_k8Vz5mSFOr2GkXiCUMRksf83g8cnJ-nEcMe54-tlOcS_bsA6yIXC3aThgRO1RVv1QojBXH8_zA9cU2pPBqYa3WwsxPa4ClJhkL5Nnpy1KNFgMi59cfeDbnSQSrYFrOyvH7ZZm/s935/276166025_1868247943383998_5683838823302770981_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qDSVk8W8lkOXXW8c1LrdQn7fqnhJE2nUliR1aAMZg34akbPAJI_k8Vz5mSFOr2GkXiCUMRksf83g8cnJ-nEcMe54-tlOcS_bsA6yIXC3aThgRO1RVv1QojBXH8_zA9cU2pPBqYa3WwsxPa4ClJhkL5Nnpy1KNFgMi59cfeDbnSQSrYFrOyvH7ZZm/w225-h400/276166025_1868247943383998_5683838823302770981_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love how some people in the Spring Meadow apartments in South Sixteen Acres wheel the Stop & Shop shopping carts home and just ditch them at the entrance to the woods on Canon Circle.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieQTnQJO8-18KFwDCSvuvfA2rm7KG0pWb-5JwV0vqX2e_Szn0WVdiLZc4n6sMzlC2KCQ9TzCfeLV0r7OJyScM9tIn5qamxvfCMI7dWn5cEcDL8GaiLPRUlOouZEYm-GbaQ9Wp5WOX-FBQq8NQLq_NZOifnj1-e5CXBSgzqEEoPcRhq-moY77Jl08i/s2048/big%20lots%20carriage%20stop%20shop%20next.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhieQTnQJO8-18KFwDCSvuvfA2rm7KG0pWb-5JwV0vqX2e_Szn0WVdiLZc4n6sMzlC2KCQ9TzCfeLV0r7OJyScM9tIn5qamxvfCMI7dWn5cEcDL8GaiLPRUlOouZEYm-GbaQ9Wp5WOX-FBQq8NQLq_NZOifnj1-e5CXBSgzqEEoPcRhq-moY77Jl08i/w300-h400/big%20lots%20carriage%20stop%20shop%20next.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Big Lots apparently has a solution to this lazy, entitled bullshit: carts that apparently stop at the edge of the parking lot (above)! I had no idea this technology existed. Stop & Shop needs to invest in this invention!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">OK, I know I’m starting to sound cranky.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq62RG188TCfV-vCR5MOyRDtGWIxgjCyfeS0LSpqhnyEGJ7cn2LebsvOech_YrXtE0MBxlgG0Sbyckbb6A1aPtjATyldQz0b9mhfBexT190VwbJuA-0fo5wRCLhyB_rxeiwKBXxgdMrTiIQiE7V9nDghK4SMGjs1xvOKpEzAcZBHbXZxmJIkVVEgPW/s680/297.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="680" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq62RG188TCfV-vCR5MOyRDtGWIxgjCyfeS0LSpqhnyEGJ7cn2LebsvOech_YrXtE0MBxlgG0Sbyckbb6A1aPtjATyldQz0b9mhfBexT190VwbJuA-0fo5wRCLhyB_rxeiwKBXxgdMrTiIQiE7V9nDghK4SMGjs1xvOKpEzAcZBHbXZxmJIkVVEgPW/w400-h225/297.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, the entrance to the woods at Canon Circle eventually leads to Redstone Lake(s), which I had mentioned years ago in <a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2013/01/summer-swimming-spots.html" target="_blank">another post</a>. The lakes are technically in East Longmeadow, just over the Sixteen Acres line. This was formerly a quarry way back when East Longmeadow was known for its redstone quarries (There were more than 100 of them!) whose sandstone slabs were shipped by railroad everywhere. The historic Trinity Church in Boston’s Copley Square and the Bobst Library in New York City were built with red sandstone from East Longmeadow.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Redstone Quarry in East Longmeadow was originally owned by the Norcross Brothers and red sandstone was harvested there in the late 1800s and again from 1965 to 1971. In the old days, the stone slabs were loaded onto trains on the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad. Below is the former East Longmeadow station on that rail line, which is now the Redstone Rail Trail.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRCUj-3lgxzaLebJIlRjYrwQMrNDs45BIs6lhlRW8RtxgFMJwfg5n_dmBuQwNqaCTH0YX8-MYDtTSP1TPNgY683NkuV_i4YP62iz-9QXa3xjs2fprcFRNC5pV6s6ZUvqSp6xvI5nT6tqkOvfkuYebaoOuql5_mdbEBHszQxyplrBEUwqd1PU-IOON/s1024/476_1910-03-14-elonghistcom.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRCUj-3lgxzaLebJIlRjYrwQMrNDs45BIs6lhlRW8RtxgFMJwfg5n_dmBuQwNqaCTH0YX8-MYDtTSP1TPNgY683NkuV_i4YP62iz-9QXa3xjs2fprcFRNC5pV6s6ZUvqSp6xvI5nT6tqkOvfkuYebaoOuql5_mdbEBHszQxyplrBEUwqd1PU-IOON/w400-h266/476_1910-03-14-elonghistcom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In recent years they fixed the building up and now sell ice cream and hot dogs there.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNs1UW5pU8s_rW4NebzE5-kiLX_YnUo0ghR--7Tr5vtKr2LKTk0SbTg1vYg_aTJW2RzQ_GPK2ADxtoEr2HJF68oAIN6s-tzzmlAvtpibKF1TiNaifSY8grR3OvCfBGilDRYV8rgLu2zdcXUwX3TmcigrHlVBiKMyMKmXd32_50wIZap_1GEG3TDCl/s800/QTEVCJTKCZFCDLGLB3EP7GYIG4.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNs1UW5pU8s_rW4NebzE5-kiLX_YnUo0ghR--7Tr5vtKr2LKTk0SbTg1vYg_aTJW2RzQ_GPK2ADxtoEr2HJF68oAIN6s-tzzmlAvtpibKF1TiNaifSY8grR3OvCfBGilDRYV8rgLu2zdcXUwX3TmcigrHlVBiKMyMKmXd32_50wIZap_1GEG3TDCl/w400-h300/QTEVCJTKCZFCDLGLB3EP7GYIG4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where were we? Oh yeah. The Redstone Lake area consisted of 26 acres and there was recreational swimming there in the 1950s and early 1960s, but in 1965, the lake and property was bought by the McCormick-Longmeadow Stone Company and quarrying operations began again.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsJEk_hq_hkpRWHu-sPB8JUAA6YTKOaC0VYLpAKZ5tIHFQPcfPVhzOHGURdOe2rzBD0Wc5rhqsbKM9YznYkHny9Ctk_y2fUtpp5CfJ9QOt06CTyPlEBfAXo0ZAgdbSENBGFUleycfQvf9zh10SUJMySrIYPxpoFp40RyrjmftyQEbeFk5f6gmXp5j/s2048/20121217_1355400811247753_8918026825592890425_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From what I have been reading, the smaller lake that had the peninsula with the diving board was drained during this time and another larger quarry was dug adjacent to this one—the bigger Redstone Lake.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Supposedly, the Clean Water Act of 1972 officially shut down quarry operations there for good because the water McCormick was pumping out was going directly into the Schneelock Brook, turning the water red from the silt.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eventually a chain link fence surrounded the property to keep people out. The house below, where people bought refreshments from makeshift take-out windows, was left in a state of disrepair:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GCRk_IuDOOS36uuAU-2trtkhY85pUBWleLnHm6yc0iNX49kVPgk4Z1acaXM5Yx7wi_9LpLxHJtdIwQKm9pmDx5buWi4veXGLvMh16vlUm6XtiVgagLAOGPW2CeGucMxY-Ni5TaI8RZIfUta3B1qZczO4t5FE2vYVor2y02JEo-bEV3DdyZRQv0ac/s1600/11021400_751942208207169_5684296701788409267_o.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GCRk_IuDOOS36uuAU-2trtkhY85pUBWleLnHm6yc0iNX49kVPgk4Z1acaXM5Yx7wi_9LpLxHJtdIwQKm9pmDx5buWi4veXGLvMh16vlUm6XtiVgagLAOGPW2CeGucMxY-Ni5TaI8RZIfUta3B1qZczO4t5FE2vYVor2y02JEo-bEV3DdyZRQv0ac/w400-h300/11021400_751942208207169_5684296701788409267_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQu01eQC7QbjIS12KdLkAuW3ye0crw-3ij0BSX4qxeaN_dQDEjDxjNxUoDZylxMAJhFre1cvoMRXMYZfkKBV8J8DJ0eidUd1gTxftkByEggKID2RE1Q4ay4SCrtRIx5fp7QUAdFYWPhje6Pbpe3qVJl0XXmUGwgxHmAn8ij5nFDnBwjIhxwrYAWh0/s1448/11062001_751942324873824_7654595132725888085_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="1448" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQu01eQC7QbjIS12KdLkAuW3ye0crw-3ij0BSX4qxeaN_dQDEjDxjNxUoDZylxMAJhFre1cvoMRXMYZfkKBV8J8DJ0eidUd1gTxftkByEggKID2RE1Q4ay4SCrtRIx5fp7QUAdFYWPhje6Pbpe3qVJl0XXmUGwgxHmAn8ij5nFDnBwjIhxwrYAWh0/w400-h183/11062001_751942324873824_7654595132725888085_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was a movement for the town to buy the acreage in 2008, but it never panned out. Last year I happened to look on Google Maps to see the woods around it clear-cut:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEif7lfqyZtKOPgS7SSWKFYRBbd7Gh7mYznqvFXhSGa52lZ0E1zZXRW6OUF6nJOvWv8RZR35s_QN5FGatl03OVGllKEYTeVjhplbWK9TWsgDlKqd8NdoDBhyofg8-ijLC2ppyD5eqxE8OTHacBgy6qoxs7u-4V0uI60e--PDefKvfkuGXz0Pza2TyX/s627/redstone%20lake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="627" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEif7lfqyZtKOPgS7SSWKFYRBbd7Gh7mYznqvFXhSGa52lZ0E1zZXRW6OUF6nJOvWv8RZR35s_QN5FGatl03OVGllKEYTeVjhplbWK9TWsgDlKqd8NdoDBhyofg8-ijLC2ppyD5eqxE8OTHacBgy6qoxs7u-4V0uI60e--PDefKvfkuGXz0Pza2TyX/s320/redstone%20lake.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5QFFdpvHt6-M3XKYVrBWfidrChHA1_AXbVIuBjH1IZvoE0VGSPvtnZMPCEv6O5XCcHu-L3-nmqn7icwAJDyNFglYUwVhCkaeNBCbFJL038Vbmg7E0ZcFBaPoYkax5vICzdSDjp2YQsNGUNB_LDB9U0ljXMAzh1OOULSBvu9ltE5K0g33w2jKsmbH/s635/Screenshot%202022-10-14%20162419.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="635" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5QFFdpvHt6-M3XKYVrBWfidrChHA1_AXbVIuBjH1IZvoE0VGSPvtnZMPCEv6O5XCcHu-L3-nmqn7icwAJDyNFglYUwVhCkaeNBCbFJL038Vbmg7E0ZcFBaPoYkax5vICzdSDjp2YQsNGUNB_LDB9U0ljXMAzh1OOULSBvu9ltE5K0g33w2jKsmbH/s320/Screenshot%202022-10-14%20162419.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A recent satellite look reveals a housing subdivision surrounding the lakes—well, not COMPLETELY surrounding it. Only the Schneelock Brook on top prevented the development from totally enveloping the shoreline. Why couldn’t East Longmeadow preserve this area and make it a park? I checked out the street names: Redstone Drive and Hidden Ponds Drive. Ugh—the ponds were hidden all right. The area was a hidden jewel for decades, and then the woods were knocked down. Here’s what we have there now:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80AEGV4TOnDEQL64AJnTdJDy-BKe8YrZAyZeFYSsNury_Inq2FUzNRANhRkqkHX7x1cL8v6h9YOE7v5b4CWYy6LIZ8Hf_SyzYjwo323ZZIUBxIzbu3AbQduE9u0W_NkOVT4HpU76MIIHvlN0pgGJqrAcF1FSt5Aoz0WHqdo-2qgSuqbB8YjnIQwki/s2048/100051502_2897191760348859_4135484968342126592_n.jpg" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1324" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80AEGV4TOnDEQL64AJnTdJDy-BKe8YrZAyZeFYSsNury_Inq2FUzNRANhRkqkHX7x1cL8v6h9YOE7v5b4CWYy6LIZ8Hf_SyzYjwo323ZZIUBxIzbu3AbQduE9u0W_NkOVT4HpU76MIIHvlN0pgGJqrAcF1FSt5Aoz0WHqdo-2qgSuqbB8YjnIQwki/w400-h259/100051502_2897191760348859_4135484968342126592_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, as I pound the keys I find myself getting angry again, whaling on the keyboard like Jerry Lee Lewis, so my rant is over.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why haven’t I been to the Diamond Junction Lanes (formerly Palmer Bowl) in Palmer? They still have candlepin bowling, which would be more appropriate for my daughter than the giant balls. The neon sign, as you see, still exists, only modified from the one in the 1970s photo.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7V1B7sTP_sIYk_YprskZtNe3hfVaCiopDIkjkbpSivHF381acpjBjwHBljss2-3ejfo84GLzhZ2Wx2Ha4Cf5IWae88Jjc8Rnlj8pnZus5XkllCbE5Y45_TVGTF8_3D_vvaTZ0bTI1TLKzCyn1QR8eQC7qu-kJdrbKlvmIFXbDxbl_MpUOjtg9DvRM/s746/Screenshot%202022-07-22%20132333.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="746" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7V1B7sTP_sIYk_YprskZtNe3hfVaCiopDIkjkbpSivHF381acpjBjwHBljss2-3ejfo84GLzhZ2Wx2Ha4Cf5IWae88Jjc8Rnlj8pnZus5XkllCbE5Y45_TVGTF8_3D_vvaTZ0bTI1TLKzCyn1QR8eQC7qu-kJdrbKlvmIFXbDxbl_MpUOjtg9DvRM/w400-h326/Screenshot%202022-07-22%20132333.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And the neon still works!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jdTQkRL6ky0ZzToiRw9oFiAf9yGK4tfWjT7xgfbDCWKalQ9gzNxbVwZgI6yW1FypdmT6vBm2OVobmPvf9Ly0usqK2gmhh1wWJZiTCbJYLOtGNEfKduyuFC55zCMnaeBbJzhRTKxO0FuiQcAh2ozDqI7f3VapvlgqAllALqKhns456PY4pkAGWRNx/s2048/276988772_10158378289041406_5362926003932134175_n.jpg" style="font-family: Times; 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font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was another bowling sign back in the day—looks like the 1950s judging by the car?</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRkeSt4WtlRpFXRSZRktPCu-qkfmkNolL-s0S0pLfKul8ucUrgaI-JOBWtaGaknFSM6p4E6i-KmsxBh3LNui7FIuXHBt9hcsFBVw3CGC2tiYxSabkslHG4tnVjQvdyupoCKcpB8VCcKh2KaY540UwaXfnG9DdIQ_GnH-Qt9N4tWO7GNUE-Yxs7xmg/s1440/152422756_10157712221171406_5311535107797938589_n.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1294" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRkeSt4WtlRpFXRSZRktPCu-qkfmkNolL-s0S0pLfKul8ucUrgaI-JOBWtaGaknFSM6p4E6i-KmsxBh3LNui7FIuXHBt9hcsFBVw3CGC2tiYxSabkslHG4tnVjQvdyupoCKcpB8VCcKh2KaY540UwaXfnG9DdIQ_GnH-Qt9N4tWO7GNUE-Yxs7xmg/w400-h360/152422756_10157712221171406_5311535107797938589_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Love the Schlitz sign. As Red Sox fans know, </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>“When you're out of Schlitz, you're out of beer.</span><span>”</span><span> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNakKFLkc3sNaiEjGdYC4CDCLKufObm2sC8uSxT4xnNxEunxMOu5dd8bff88xDXMsBATCiINLkoq40IoxJZ-nmND-mhOFGldfJ9VqSLgj3xgADV0ZBXYO7yuspSBMKHEecw9CS9Q2a2_u00nc53DiNmKqm9alhTETNijVYBjCdz_j8iOF5rFlSuZcx/s758/schlitz.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNakKFLkc3sNaiEjGdYC4CDCLKufObm2sC8uSxT4xnNxEunxMOu5dd8bff88xDXMsBATCiINLkoq40IoxJZ-nmND-mhOFGldfJ9VqSLgj3xgADV0ZBXYO7yuspSBMKHEecw9CS9Q2a2_u00nc53DiNmKqm9alhTETNijVYBjCdz_j8iOF5rFlSuZcx/s320/schlitz.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While we’re in Palmer, let’s head over to Route 20 and check out the two-story house at Liz Motor Sales—it’s almost across the street from the Monson Ballet (the Magic Lantern). It was interesting to watch the structure deteriorate over the years, and I really should have taken photos every once in a while of the place’s decay. But with Google Maps, I can easily get a timeline street view of <span class="s1" style="text-decoration-line: underline;">360 Wilbraham Street</span>, its official address.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53RbgmMewvHDF8df0J8m3BfLINE-iRxbFqNYbBMPnzvKDcWEl5ZseWvt3ZRCLsn1Ae05-mxX08e-Hlib-8sY8nt3TVAVdD4YICvFLVP0Qxyiibga6R3NdrHnviUvGREyY2qgOHQV5ocjcLROIzZvBFB5i8S92YsqgEOJ0M9wsfqVYctrrtFyBLRPW/s1493/360%20wilbraham.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="889" data-original-width="1493" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53RbgmMewvHDF8df0J8m3BfLINE-iRxbFqNYbBMPnzvKDcWEl5ZseWvt3ZRCLsn1Ae05-mxX08e-Hlib-8sY8nt3TVAVdD4YICvFLVP0Qxyiibga6R3NdrHnviUvGREyY2qgOHQV5ocjcLROIzZvBFB5i8S92YsqgEOJ0M9wsfqVYctrrtFyBLRPW/w400-h239/360%20wilbraham.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNY59lfxKRe_5iq5zndcjPZ5AxfZZ-4lLQTvq0WiPc9rFR5Cvgt17Y94J4IED-1wbd_6piKGgcRUoLHBCm-T5ayJbOwFZLk5V5adF2VRGCSB0TdEsQWjDo_rR9hkhynmch-l3JPr0ZI4avUfKL5N_ZF51WcHtO3mtNqsy2V0w5kjbcXKHm1jYPvBK/s1399/360%20wilbraham%20bowing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="1399" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNY59lfxKRe_5iq5zndcjPZ5AxfZZ-4lLQTvq0WiPc9rFR5Cvgt17Y94J4IED-1wbd_6piKGgcRUoLHBCm-T5ayJbOwFZLk5V5adF2VRGCSB0TdEsQWjDo_rR9hkhynmch-l3JPr0ZI4avUfKL5N_ZF51WcHtO3mtNqsy2V0w5kjbcXKHm1jYPvBK/w400-h246/360%20wilbraham%20bowing.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was basically intact when I moved back to western Massachusetts in 2007. Perhaps Liz’s had an office in there and used the house for parts storage. Kind of fascinating to see the sign lettering fade and the top of the house bowing in as the years passed by:</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sJKTFUvjk0tPCJMwmh94RUoUhfj6DrurLzoPgK-tpeDC7QfFce1hkgc0_3ssWbMn4mMesqKwZUWNfb7B504fG8vIg0wZqiGv41BtrO6Y-JnU3E5P8fwkqRvh2mnEVXHwz0MAYSXl1LLkNywUX5CvmaZIaQIIehYK-aUE4JfkM27RIi9N3eK6RvHU/s1433/360%20bowing%20a%20little%20more.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="1433" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sJKTFUvjk0tPCJMwmh94RUoUhfj6DrurLzoPgK-tpeDC7QfFce1hkgc0_3ssWbMn4mMesqKwZUWNfb7B504fG8vIg0wZqiGv41BtrO6Y-JnU3E5P8fwkqRvh2mnEVXHwz0MAYSXl1LLkNywUX5CvmaZIaQIIehYK-aUE4JfkM27RIi9N3eK6RvHU/w400-h224/360%20bowing%20a%20little%20more.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finally, in the past year, I noticed the roof had finally caved in. I wonder when the town of Palmer will make Liz’s tear the sucker down. Imagine, someone used to live there at one time! Not lately, though. No sir!</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGf0LQIFeySP6fTLqsZD9_B76o2jGnVhTTTcVdNRtooY7bnaTjFOit0PFIef40JTSKdyLT_UI4nw2GSLA2_zY3pihray-St2UdhK9inhTromvo-oo5iLKctzkC_s8mmubTPzzqowJq2H28_pgaSjJQxhriv-X75aS8dGil0dsgp6Z1PuzfAPlKhmsX/s1580/360%20crumbled.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1580" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGf0LQIFeySP6fTLqsZD9_B76o2jGnVhTTTcVdNRtooY7bnaTjFOit0PFIef40JTSKdyLT_UI4nw2GSLA2_zY3pihray-St2UdhK9inhTromvo-oo5iLKctzkC_s8mmubTPzzqowJq2H28_pgaSjJQxhriv-X75aS8dGil0dsgp6Z1PuzfAPlKhmsX/w400-h234/360%20crumbled.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz_44JWKgER3QXZzhovF5SV-lA_ZpkDIXTC3HOAbLPcNpoOR2D9l0gGHAB5VLMXYzIdvjMiE3LcR6iufqgkLMLILRnxdOrQfA91xfxmul6NFtRFfq9yLcOlPx3XV3NB2CVZ7g1EyoFMRM8PnNf_IycKhaTaoGdQIV1OeTH9RNdLKIpoWd48_4Q9R8/s2244/minstrel.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvz_44JWKgER3QXZzhovF5SV-lA_ZpkDIXTC3HOAbLPcNpoOR2D9l0gGHAB5VLMXYzIdvjMiE3LcR6iufqgkLMLILRnxdOrQfA91xfxmul6NFtRFfq9yLcOlPx3XV3NB2CVZ7g1EyoFMRM8PnNf_IycKhaTaoGdQIV1OeTH9RNdLKIpoWd48_4Q9R8/w193-h400/minstrel.jpeg" width="193" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the office building where I work—a former factory—they were cleaning out an old vault and found some World War 1-era newspapers. They were so brittle it was difficult to turn the pages without tearing them, but I managed to take a few interesting photos, including a nice racist minstrel show at the Court Square Theater, and a Charlie Chaplin flick at Fox’s Theater. "The Fox" was at 1670 Main Street, a few doors south of the Paramount Theater. It opened in 1909 as Nelson’s Theater, as I wrote in another blog post, where I had included a photo of the Nelson’s sign, but not a picture of Fox’s, its moniker from 1918 to 1934. Then it became the Art Theater until its closing in 1956. Here it is (the green sign on the right):</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCcsU9EiqPGySXbmJ9ZQJl9_cUww3YypvdqO7oJhBXyA0oT3aZTZQs-DB7nmTcj5Yci_tkXqmFbBP3IKrjD2ebfup1ggpFMtU9v9yp6cWj9in9g5qHniCVaHWUfOK9rbPB3AAfxQnQ8lQbv9qg5oFiaAxnaTSrDH5yR47C3C8pva0NZzYvgr3NCGH/s1025/Fox%20theater.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1025" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCcsU9EiqPGySXbmJ9ZQJl9_cUww3YypvdqO7oJhBXyA0oT3aZTZQs-DB7nmTcj5Yci_tkXqmFbBP3IKrjD2ebfup1ggpFMtU9v9yp6cWj9in9g5qHniCVaHWUfOK9rbPB3AAfxQnQ8lQbv9qg5oFiaAxnaTSrDH5yR47C3C8pva0NZzYvgr3NCGH/w400-h260/Fox%20theater.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0Pw05iiyXOzNSnt62sNtr8EDruEzOsVBmREh7c9HvQl1dEKB34Sf_t1V45X666oXUaZQAcNGynjDRr_qs1UqduUEcfNfcpd2LumIF_7zmPwX7ewA5uH0TF4J1mI4FvAOEtLUZTOeWoiF9WoL5JIX7M27Haj7wHnr78-G25DJK1CyuhofW9ISnxZB/s500/4820194218886661531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0Pw05iiyXOzNSnt62sNtr8EDruEzOsVBmREh7c9HvQl1dEKB34Sf_t1V45X666oXUaZQAcNGynjDRr_qs1UqduUEcfNfcpd2LumIF_7zmPwX7ewA5uH0TF4J1mI4FvAOEtLUZTOeWoiF9WoL5JIX7M27Haj7wHnr78-G25DJK1CyuhofW9ISnxZB/w400-h209/4820194218886661531.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, the field at the Walker Memorial Grandstand has been kind of hurting (to say the least) in the past few years. <a href="https://www.westernmassnews.com/2022/08/26/rally-held-restore-baseball-fields-forest-park-springfield/?fbclid=IwAR2lKhmWtuTw3Fp62s3d5PhB8ipaTNXWApkfprE2c0t6EycR2Ur0-aQgGZs" target="_blank">It’s high time they restored it</a>, as they did with the Walker Memorial Grandstand years ago. However, the grandstand project was powered by fundraising. Surely, the city could do its job and fix the field.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAVOlrGKga8e3AmyoN4zwMMtrJYbwS48OXtmFbH4y9Zycvjot54Ti61rzX8y9_0GNdZnYbGMqdh5ePHJdxAYB01TX2c2jb5VirOTN7oOIDCtewMO5ycOW2b9Yd-nBJ3JC1Y7LIpPEXqamOH0fnMLCyZvD4Lh7vZSBRkQzPEb-78Mgaq_Q4uG-4nSS/s250/shirley.jpeg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAVOlrGKga8e3AmyoN4zwMMtrJYbwS48OXtmFbH4y9Zycvjot54Ti61rzX8y9_0GNdZnYbGMqdh5ePHJdxAYB01TX2c2jb5VirOTN7oOIDCtewMO5ycOW2b9Yd-nBJ3JC1Y7LIpPEXqamOH0fnMLCyZvD4Lh7vZSBRkQzPEb-78Mgaq_Q4uG-4nSS/w400-h400/shirley.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">OK, I’ll stop bitching now, and I’ll see you in February.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGpQMwVRRXYiR8U4IuzDkH8UEEu8F0WzNTUN7k5TuqtKs_PNfPz13AHMXZTmPuekNidRjTRDVoRi2uGTm55LVIBP6n6YtFpP1NFAp7DPSfBqEhgcn-MtV2Lpy4C4eDnV2UJwpOPpZN0pFJBae7xKV4GUr36VQ7xN_KLjNxv8Fdyt92NJm9037xw99/s985/grandpa.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="985" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGpQMwVRRXYiR8U4IuzDkH8UEEu8F0WzNTUN7k5TuqtKs_PNfPz13AHMXZTmPuekNidRjTRDVoRi2uGTm55LVIBP6n6YtFpP1NFAp7DPSfBqEhgcn-MtV2Lpy4C4eDnV2UJwpOPpZN0pFJBae7xKV4GUr36VQ7xN_KLjNxv8Fdyt92NJm9037xw99/w400-h228/grandpa.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8436846479279507747.post-81293964893270303152022-11-06T22:09:00.033-05:002022-12-04T15:41:49.327-05:00The Unsolved Murder of Betty Lou Zukowski, Part 4: A Suspect is Charged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FsB2IdHcXGOWM2_rydgA7g2dnvzVtl99R3TWFl0wHbB1-OzYmVq82i2gF17ASj7FrQnnVqNeupxpTwOQpSkWd-Pa2Gb48BgsN6wLLLGxBq_pfTOeKwfrM3Ew3g3isBGkKgB-YUtGRXkB4oh_jYYHpYzt0WpPaUhneB_H6xGcvwxjOt9fC4M_UMOc/s1126/Donald%20R.%20%20Mars%20WEST%20SPRINGFIELD%20POLICE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="810" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FsB2IdHcXGOWM2_rydgA7g2dnvzVtl99R3TWFl0wHbB1-OzYmVq82i2gF17ASj7FrQnnVqNeupxpTwOQpSkWd-Pa2Gb48BgsN6wLLLGxBq_pfTOeKwfrM3Ew3g3isBGkKgB-YUtGRXkB4oh_jYYHpYzt0WpPaUhneB_H6xGcvwxjOt9fC4M_UMOc/w288-h400/Donald%20R.%20%20Mars%20WEST%20SPRINGFIELD%20POLICE.jpeg" width="288" /></a></div><p><span style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I thought that there was absolutely no chance they'd arrest a suspect in the murder of 10-year-old Betty Lou Zukowski. But they did on November 2! </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In all honesty, however, I had considered the possibility that the investigation was ramping up when a Hell’s Acres commenter wrote to me last May: “In 1966, I was the nine-year-old fisherman that hooked this body, and it was a worm rig with a bobber, not a lure as the paper suggested. I had pretty forgotten about this until the police showed up to interview me today 56 years later.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I knew that DA Anthony Gulluni had been taking decades-old unsolved homicides seriously, solving the murders of Lisa Ziegert and Danny Croteau. But<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>this one was 56 years old! How, I asked, could they effectively pursue it? Well, if the commenter was indeed genuine, the cold case squad is certainly being thorough.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> </p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had written three previous blog posts on the Zukowski murder, beginning in 2020. “Ralph,” who Zukowski’s friends said she used to meet with, allegedly turned out to be Donald R. Mars, who looked a lot like the police sketch in 1966.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKIriTmBHSGs3vtzna0tc-SxeutQ36NVwBTxDAZy6LpuSu2ar1JXZN73Hi5k9j9hRneEXvfrpG7fTiGgJ1GgIJRly91VbrTYCrIpK05QulietLli-n8qyEbavPsOVZzIWzmPwWOcPaQ_McLkEuHj9nn3BLupXwdTFu6ANTFH2TirZc1gm2y74YIz8/s1293/AECHEABUO3MT5AJWGYDXRBUJRA.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1293" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKIriTmBHSGs3vtzna0tc-SxeutQ36NVwBTxDAZy6LpuSu2ar1JXZN73Hi5k9j9hRneEXvfrpG7fTiGgJ1GgIJRly91VbrTYCrIpK05QulietLli-n8qyEbavPsOVZzIWzmPwWOcPaQ_McLkEuHj9nn3BLupXwdTFu6ANTFH2TirZc1gm2y74YIz8/w316-h400/AECHEABUO3MT5AJWGYDXRBUJRA.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhKi4w0zlUERBOgweFtyKhRxXqCpQPhVZjwEm-_hMOHgjJW-9H3MMpDLVkQsZBP2rtoQbvsw1Ro9BIGbcVm5LB40TE8PD_raSRCssq3GRK8DSm87Bi9IYUd_tpmUS5zUAtNyDl7lSzX5n31-kHK2Bmc4dmb5Q9-JtOBzYtk0IyrStoicO_kCO8rYN/s1365/B5MGXI4ITZIWNVA64ZARAAHFCU.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhKi4w0zlUERBOgweFtyKhRxXqCpQPhVZjwEm-_hMOHgjJW-9H3MMpDLVkQsZBP2rtoQbvsw1Ro9BIGbcVm5LB40TE8PD_raSRCssq3GRK8DSm87Bi9IYUd_tpmUS5zUAtNyDl7lSzX5n31-kHK2Bmc4dmb5Q9-JtOBzYtk0IyrStoicO_kCO8rYN/w300-h400/B5MGXI4ITZIWNVA64ZARAAHFCU.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In my last post, I had asked Betty Lou’s best friend to shed some light on the victim’s personality, which she did. “Adventurous” was probably too mild a term, considering she dyed her hair blonde, wore makeup and jewelry, hung out with teenage boys, and certainly got into the wrong car THAT night.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But what about Mars and his story? Right now we know that he is a Level 3 sex offender, convicted in 1995 of raping a child with force and indecent assault and battery on a child under 14. His past, according to prosecutor Elizabeth Dunphy Farris, also included an assault and battery in 1970. During the arraignment, it was difficult to determine exactly when, over the past few decades, the guy was incarcerated and when he was a free man. From what I could gather, when he was convicted in May of ’95, he was sentenced to two-and-half years, was released in June of 1997 and given probation. He violated the probation in February of 1999 (two default warrants from 1997 I believe?) and was given a five- to seven-year sentence at Cedar Junction.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He eventually ended up as a prisoner at Bridgewater State Hospital for quite some time, before finally landing in a VA hospital in Bedford, MA, where he was living before being arrested and hauled into the arraignment hearing, which was done via Zoom.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Farris also mentioned Mars violating restraining orders from his family members in her argument for him to be held without bail. He emerged as a suspect in the Zukowski murder in 1997, but we don’t know how they connected him to it. However, we will. Did he blab about it to a fellow inmate at Bridgewater? Did a family member or friend get something off his/her chest? We’ll see.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpbPj-LzPyMk9e91ZWXIMvmPodei5FCNi_Vi7uzw4Qk6vv0SplXmNTtt1lyPg8pb6KAQI73wbX5Ucy_qw_V1Y0JUq8SijUy3PUk7CEDdkVy6hLQqXuv7l46iJHDOeiyELmJzzyzzcgvztLiSFlMhI5X2BOThaKwgwr8Eboo4ZTjGNd4I7aJZB9Yvl/s1064/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.13.24%20AM.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="1064" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpbPj-LzPyMk9e91ZWXIMvmPodei5FCNi_Vi7uzw4Qk6vv0SplXmNTtt1lyPg8pb6KAQI73wbX5Ucy_qw_V1Y0JUq8SijUy3PUk7CEDdkVy6hLQqXuv7l46iJHDOeiyELmJzzyzzcgvztLiSFlMhI5X2BOThaKwgwr8Eboo4ZTjGNd4I7aJZB9Yvl/w400-h243/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.13.24%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> </p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1Bwx0voA8MDVO3h7o_NQQQXXcpPRevrZ_bmc05DFVoIfPhuxa0T3Co0UwFiXONmh_dyOHd0bC5Kkmk1tvtG5ibfmha3VNbKHZmH6B0Hlvctd5gDDHYA750g7wlMolDMTk4tJb-2uC5_h-A2D9uljb3QWNp7Salo-bIrokhJU1-fV8hxtyKgNDycJ/s779/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.11.34%20AM.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="779" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1Bwx0voA8MDVO3h7o_NQQQXXcpPRevrZ_bmc05DFVoIfPhuxa0T3Co0UwFiXONmh_dyOHd0bC5Kkmk1tvtG5ibfmha3VNbKHZmH6B0Hlvctd5gDDHYA750g7wlMolDMTk4tJb-2uC5_h-A2D9uljb3QWNp7Salo-bIrokhJU1-fV8hxtyKgNDycJ/w400-h340/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.11.34%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mars came from a well-known family in Chicopee. His father, Roger Mars, owned Mars Heating and Service, and had five sons. Roger served in Korea, and at least two of his sons was in the military: his older brother, and evidently Donald was as well, or he wouldn’t be treated in the Bedford VA. Donald was in the bowling and chess clubs at Chicopee Comp before graduating in 1967.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1980, Donald married a 1975 Chicopee Comp grad</span><span>—</span><span>presumably Donald's best friend, Richard Paine, was the best man at his wedding</span><span>—</span><span>and he was working at the R.E. Phelon plant in East Longmeadow. The couple had three kids together.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Donald has seen his fair share of tragedy and adversity in his life. In 1977, he discovered the murdered body of his friend, Russell Schlatter, in the victim's West Side apartment. <a href="https://www.mass.gov/doc/richard-rackliffe-life-sentence-decision/download" target="_blank">The man had been strangled by Richard Rackliffe</a>, a bisexual hustler, after Schlatter and Rackliffe had spent the night drinking heavily at The Arbor, a gay bar in downtown Springfield. Schlatter was found nude with an electrical cord wrapped tightly around his neck and a necktie knotted around his penis. Mars knew Rackliffe by his nickname of "Cherokee" and pointed him out at trial as the man who had been with Schlatter that night.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Was Mars also at The Arbor that evening? Apparently.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqBMjC2JeiWIyTlHkTQfPJW1FjUtEVvD3yomRXWtZu9P0il4PKgE5Sy4elLpUa-t_qbaUfkrOj9w3a8VTUcqVSi_PEGO7AUuRKG8a_CJWj6CiAAs_HPOasVYKvWQEQzfr2vEJOwRi-YtCn_Z494orsOJQyVt99rkmW-9e7Khs7hJeONoEoIOwSg_Y/s203/arbor.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="78" data-original-width="203" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqBMjC2JeiWIyTlHkTQfPJW1FjUtEVvD3yomRXWtZu9P0il4PKgE5Sy4elLpUa-t_qbaUfkrOj9w3a8VTUcqVSi_PEGO7AUuRKG8a_CJWj6CiAAs_HPOasVYKvWQEQzfr2vEJOwRi-YtCn_Z494orsOJQyVt99rkmW-9e7Khs7hJeONoEoIOwSg_Y/w400-h154/arbor.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSCoTo3Wo1Hud5q4M7wTdSKskMsG6d-QnRvM74wzez18svoiR7P_tX2TlYYF-TnlPADBTBVGwJCv4fH3uHsGdBst5W1DdjzA1ybSCj7TnE3bmfe05Lh54FTesIcbDT6MneqBarYZ3jgGFifsJ0g8m_BhXxQ5_ZOmGAJYLjt9jlVn3xrJE1_QYmmsq/s960/arbor%20lounge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSCoTo3Wo1Hud5q4M7wTdSKskMsG6d-QnRvM74wzez18svoiR7P_tX2TlYYF-TnlPADBTBVGwJCv4fH3uHsGdBst5W1DdjzA1ybSCj7TnE3bmfe05Lh54FTesIcbDT6MneqBarYZ3jgGFifsJ0g8m_BhXxQ5_ZOmGAJYLjt9jlVn3xrJE1_QYmmsq/w400-h280/arbor%20lounge.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To be sure, things really soured for Donald after his 1995 conviction. In May of that year, the same month he was convicted, he forked over his Chicopee house to his wife, who divorced him. One of his two sons was killed when he was hit by a car in 2000 at the age of 14, and Donald is mentioned in the obituary as “residence unknown (FYI)”—I shit you not. His wife by then had remarried and he was estranged from the family. I guess he didn’t go to his son's funeral (?). </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Was he estranged from his parents as well? In 2010 they sent in an item to The Republican newspaper announcing they had renewed their vows and listed the names of four of their sons</span>—but, strangely, not Donald. In 2020, Donald's brother died of COVID. I wonder if he attended that funeral.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Where was Donald living when he wasn’t in jail? There are addresses listed in Dorchester, Lynn, Chicopee, Springfield, and Boston (17 Court Street, the address for the New England Center and Home for Veterans). His Bridgewater address is from 2011 to 2016, so is 2016 when he finally got released from MCI-Bridgewater? I guess it will all come out at or before his trial in November of 2023.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What I’m really dying to see is what finally linked him to the murder. Gulluni did say during the press conference that “significant statements were made” (I guess by Donald?) regarding the homicide.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It remains to be seen if Donald will even survive long enough to stand trial. He looked really feeble at the arraignment, with a walker next to him and what I assume is a feeding tube attached to him. He seemed befuddled by what was happening, with a confused yet concerned face, which led me to believe he knew what was going on, despite his gaping mouth. He was able to bleat out a weak. high-pitched “not guilty” plea—the only thing he had to say, other than protesting with a mumbling moan at one point when Farris read off his criminal history. He seemed to want to dispute or correct the record on something in particular, but Farris ignored him and kept talking.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_SM4sRCT5uGyCIg3cRqitlyN6tDK518WNCSvvuHENN4NDgILp_R1m-RmUuwXbRtsKGhI9oQZHzSSq066iDQOgveBrVe9z05hKdNNr2nSvaDOmhVO4iVzOifueULkcCJsuOP8rVVBAnmAwgjsHOfFYsxaxc4zX9QO5ss12MCr5qx2jOpDFf3PVkLwT/s800/Y676I7GNMNCCPFJ6KWX2WQIO4E.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_SM4sRCT5uGyCIg3cRqitlyN6tDK518WNCSvvuHENN4NDgILp_R1m-RmUuwXbRtsKGhI9oQZHzSSq066iDQOgveBrVe9z05hKdNNr2nSvaDOmhVO4iVzOifueULkcCJsuOP8rVVBAnmAwgjsHOfFYsxaxc4zX9QO5ss12MCr5qx2jOpDFf3PVkLwT/w400-h266/Y676I7GNMNCCPFJ6KWX2WQIO4E.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s interesting to see his slack-jawed sex offender mug shots over the years. He has really aged since his last one in 2018.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFu67O-xrn0wnHTj1er_LdxuMxQ2aIWWWTKdWKNkV6KwFzqLX7eXM35SQi35e5vj7iTYkw20EfpxHPsyvyw-HVOlF3DC3qt1IaC9fiDvnGTdXWTh53cCcC4-b6ZWlaxQFzoh_nWWzthri-0F6dpJmpWs6yBpADdqfunolcNp0PYas2ZeJYUgkXtw_/s274/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.14.30%20AM.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="243" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFu67O-xrn0wnHTj1er_LdxuMxQ2aIWWWTKdWKNkV6KwFzqLX7eXM35SQi35e5vj7iTYkw20EfpxHPsyvyw-HVOlF3DC3qt1IaC9fiDvnGTdXWTh53cCcC4-b6ZWlaxQFzoh_nWWzthri-0F6dpJmpWs6yBpADdqfunolcNp0PYas2ZeJYUgkXtw_/w355-h400/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.14.30%20AM.png" width="355" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKFlsWl_t-CVITvAjBIxq78OoUnAqNHnsJNAO2zx40U2-50fw5tzojsAlpc0cGJkVakLoWH7XBHhsVtK-y-yLYDhWsLqdcfghHCatyM1rrtwHjmMKnHAYTqSnavO0sOGzipgAQIefTspJqBdSWULmGFbnV_fYLvuyL-bFjoXuTkSQW-3VvUgTEIYK/w298-h400/Screen%20Shot%202022-11-05%20at%2010.16.23%20AM.png" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With the "air scoop" mouth look at the arraignment, I thought he was going for the insanity defense like bathrobe-wearing mafioso Vincent "The Chin" Gigante (below), but it turns out he's been photographed with that hanging jaw since 2015.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; 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A quick newspaper archive search reveals that his family used to visit his grandparents' house at 102 Woodmont Street in West Springfield</span><span>. This was an era in newspapers when people sent in little chit-chat items to be printed—where they went on vacation, hospital stays, dinner parties, and day visits—social “news” long before social media. It was reported that the Mars family went to their home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and other occasions. This address is two miles (a four-minute drive) from the murder scene at the end of Dewey Street. On May 26, 1966, did Donald recall a remote fishing spot off Route 20 where he could do his dirty work unseen by motorists?</span></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZb8fwpdTz3zUro1V_cT2gIxyFa_DKhhZ1N_g1EJb8fC7T7CxECP6IaS8FGmkwhqyUtZzhGYoWwSw11BsaI5_8vRcFSE5hvamrnkz_lV4dw1Skwp1ZS9b2XCtuZH_VNBwoQPyugNLbjxybkvaQ17x0_q1IQLs8SPb8X2MOHWlEO9NLT3MfCbymL9I/s555/woodmont%20to%20dewey%20st..jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="555" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZb8fwpdTz3zUro1V_cT2gIxyFa_DKhhZ1N_g1EJb8fC7T7CxECP6IaS8FGmkwhqyUtZzhGYoWwSw11BsaI5_8vRcFSE5hvamrnkz_lV4dw1Skwp1ZS9b2XCtuZH_VNBwoQPyugNLbjxybkvaQ17x0_q1IQLs8SPb8X2MOHWlEO9NLT3MfCbymL9I/w400-h351/woodmont%20to%20dewey%20st..jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvD1vKVqFnBvqZejrOUUF4eBjl6_n5Ydv0e1GKipVfI1kWeOTPad22M6x8BhkD6-THvpun67go677qiVSffCN-wr9A-UxEkd7QdmXZN5zQHQZaOnaKuKfW1hp4g-0jmbScEumLsVeLdnbhwfr3z7JlV0LKSur9M0TIHNyShzKxI4cSU3eArVtHcrQ/s230/woodmont%201954.png" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvD1vKVqFnBvqZejrOUUF4eBjl6_n5Ydv0e1GKipVfI1kWeOTPad22M6x8BhkD6-THvpun67go677qiVSffCN-wr9A-UxEkd7QdmXZN5zQHQZaOnaKuKfW1hp4g-0jmbScEumLsVeLdnbhwfr3z7JlV0LKSur9M0TIHNyShzKxI4cSU3eArVtHcrQ/w400-h400/woodmont%201954.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEnKaQdacH2XP-GYQojB1r9kXECTtT6ocMgSgUcfH0dYNRDleZA3JhAf5onP7Tbe0Ppub60VzIzAYNKWvCsbmAd5Fmk4MaeWvm54lHli1ZuMFdBwXMs8IOqIRvn8RXw71-G-f2o1YsAOfLSmEZJ6Zs6cfkxTcd3HOCFU30CxBucUsgJh0Lh7I3cTa/s230/woodmont%20christmas%201950.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEnKaQdacH2XP-GYQojB1r9kXECTtT6ocMgSgUcfH0dYNRDleZA3JhAf5onP7Tbe0Ppub60VzIzAYNKWvCsbmAd5Fmk4MaeWvm54lHli1ZuMFdBwXMs8IOqIRvn8RXw71-G-f2o1YsAOfLSmEZJ6Zs6cfkxTcd3HOCFU30CxBucUsgJh0Lh7I3cTa/w400-h400/woodmont%20christmas%201950.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArAuFt5fstyXUO0wHQp29iiQ0m0URpDhGO4QXfm3U8b3X1p8Oon39OeMPluyWn5pAknCvUeU6HNDTe7EW9pBaCjKj_8OM-iH3krKoIBKLMaqFIURIPi9toVfIMdSHaODDN0uetUVF2YcBaHqSVE-_ui78mtouiMiiB6lCON8CqwHtSN2wUJtna1Di/s230/thumbnail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArAuFt5fstyXUO0wHQp29iiQ0m0URpDhGO4QXfm3U8b3X1p8Oon39OeMPluyWn5pAknCvUeU6HNDTe7EW9pBaCjKj_8OM-iH3krKoIBKLMaqFIURIPi9toVfIMdSHaODDN0uetUVF2YcBaHqSVE-_ui78mtouiMiiB6lCON8CqwHtSN2wUJtna1Di/w400-h400/thumbnail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But enough of my amateurish internet sleuthing. I’m sure the DA’s office has much more compelling evidence than Mars visiting this neighborhood as a kid and teen.</span></p><p class="p2" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The reaction to Mars’ arrest has been, understandably, shock among anyone who has been following the case—and that’s not many people, because the murder had been largely forgotten. Still, it was very much alive to Gulluni, and to Betty Lou’s contemporaries and friends.</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpHsjRTcyQC8rImkxqXW1s7R3TQQMPju1dMmJkGzlxERJeWq9IcgbUQ2Ov4S5099lwTzPiMbuA_jXZm_qwB5-nQNu-8CBLrHYwzKkWb2ADQ0CM8aR_bJKHx3Z1S_cMSbIi8vnP_Hahu69NvOMdOtSHf571gC8qKUQqEa8FiPen2p5ZJw30y5UbYf5/s1067/JW6ZFZH3GRGAPNBKISYNBMYI3M.jpg" style="font-family: Times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpHsjRTcyQC8rImkxqXW1s7R3TQQMPju1dMmJkGzlxERJeWq9IcgbUQ2Ov4S5099lwTzPiMbuA_jXZm_qwB5-nQNu-8CBLrHYwzKkWb2ADQ0CM8aR_bJKHx3Z1S_cMSbIi8vnP_Hahu69NvOMdOtSHf571gC8qKUQqEa8FiPen2p5ZJw30y5UbYf5/w300-h400/JW6ZFZH3GRGAPNBKISYNBMYI3M.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> </p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lisa, who was Betty Lou’s best friend at the time of the murder, was on a pond nature trail when she was notified of Mars’ arrest. “I was watching the water ripple in the slight breeze, and I was actually thinking about Betty Lou having been in the Westfield River, when my cell phone notified me of an incoming message,” she said. “It was a good friend of mine telling me, ‘Your friend Betty Lou’s case was on the news! Her [alleged] murderer has been found!’ I started crying and handed my husband my phone to read the message. It feels so surreal. I have lived this nightmare for 56 years, and this month in 2022 my dream came true. I hope to be in that courtroom in 2023. I would love to present a victim impact statement directly spoken to that [alleged] murderer. I hope Mars and I both live long enough for that possibility, and I hope the judge will allow it.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2020/09/the-unsolved-murder-of-betty-lou.html" target="_blank">Read Part 1.</a></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-unsolved-murder-of-10-year-old.html" target="_blank">Read Part 2.</a></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="color: #262d35; font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://hellsacres.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-unsolved-murder-of-betty-lou.html" target="_blank">Read Part 3.</a></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4