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1/18/2011
Usually if I make an appeal to Charley… he answers. So I will ask him this.
Why did the MOT go to you for protection, Charley?
What was it about you that the MOT felt he could trust?
Why did he think you could keep him safe?
Was the MOT involved with everything… or just the porn and prostitution end of the criminal activity?
Was he involved with the railroad deal… or the loose diamonds?

One thing’s for sure.
He must have been in deep. All those who were systematically taken out were in too deep. The MOT knew too much. He had to die, but not before they got their information. Too bad the four in flannel got a little too enthusiastic in his beating. Poor man suffered a heart attack right there in that hotel bed. Not far from the restaurant they all sat at. Not far from the railroad lines. Not far from the county jail. Not far from the courthouse. Not far from… well. I can keep a secret-can you???
So dear readers, did he go to Charley because Jessica and Roxanne had been to see Charley? Because Jessica had told Charley about, _________, who was the father of her child? A man who was married for one and a __________ for another? A man who liked his status. A man who enjoyed his_______ game and his membership at the country club. A man who thought he was going places- and did. A man who thought he had gotten away with murder?
But let’s back it up a bit. So how and when did the MOT find out about Jessica and Rox? Who made those introductions? As stated before; Jessica and Rox worked together. Girls talk. They took out Jessica and then kept things on the down low-waiting for things to quiet down. Listening for the rumors… the ones only a few had the guts to whisper about. But they knew. They all knew where Jessica had gone, but too many of them could have been fingered for other misdeeds so they held their tongues. They sat and watched and waited… and they might have gotten away with it, until Rox made a terrible mistake. She started asking questions. Then the people she told started asking them too.
When the four in flannel decided Rox had to go… well? The MOT was there. They threatened. The MOT was going to be framed. The MOT needed an insurance policy. He got one. He shared it with Charley. Charley shared it with ___________. Then __________ turned his back on Charley and turned the information over to the Grim Reaper, who in turn set him up for the kill.
The poor MOT.
He really never stood a chance, did he?
And my friend, Charley?
Well, Charley never stood one either… until now.

1/18/2011

They are telling me to go back over information that I disregarded earlier as unimportant. My gut instincts tell me this may have something to do with the MOT. There is a possibility that there is a relative still living. I will research my records and go back through his death certificate.

There is a tie to Tifton… a tie to Augusta and a tie to Valdosta. He was there the night Roxanne was strangled. He is the key to information. He was beaten to death because he would… or rather could not tell the four in flannel where “IT” was hidden and how many more were made.

Time to do a little digging of my own… reporter style.
Did he live or just work in Tifton?
Why was he in Valdosta?
Why was he at the Daniel Ashley hotel?
When did he contact Charley?
Why did they beat him?
Who else knew about “IT” other than the four in flannel and  Charley who was murdered 6 days before him?

I’m tracking your moves, Grim… I’m on your trail!

1/17/11

There is a quiet gray that has seeped across the sky, portent of storm and yet still calm within its edifice… I can feel the build of pressure behind the clouds in my veins. Change it whispers…change is all around you. Be aware- be aware. Information is on its way!!! Gut wrenching. Life changing… blood curdling change. Dark- dark. Be aware. Be cautious… do not tempt the dark side. Walk into the light and stay firm in your resolutions.
Justice. Justice for those who wait with baited breath at my every word.

I continue to pray for guidance in this matter. There are new things being shown that give me great pause. Recently, R passed through Valdosta and as she did so… she was shown G. Again, G stood with open palms filled with loose diamonds, with the exception of one stone- a red ruby. Metaphorical? No… I don’t believe so. So here we have a repeated impression.

Precious gems are a currency, generally untraceable… but an unusual commodity for such a small burg like Valdosta. Who then would trade in such tender? Not the common town fodder- not its nefarious and bucolic royalty. They are but pseudo Southern aristocrat and not international trend setters… so who? Or perhaps the better reason…why?

In order to look more clearly and divine the intent and indeed, the origination of such tender- we must look again with fresh eye at the key players in this scenario. Politicians, those affiliated with the law and the law itself. Now do not frown with trepidation that I am making more assumption than fact, for the illustrious Sheriff was indeed incarcerated and died in prison and others shared his same path. This is not a matter of speculation- but mere observation as segue my dear readers. Now, if said Sheriff was corrupt… do you really believe that the rest of such was pure as the driven snow. I mean… slush. No longer lily white, but tinged with different hues of gray indifference and the taint of blood stained dirt. Were they all corrupt? These men who held badges and postions of unchallenged power. Hmmmmm…good question. So many to choose from… so little to be certain of… as good, that is. You see there are several playgrounds that were being played upon.

You had the illegal numbers, pornography, gambling and the illegal moonshine industry- regular fair and then the illusive railways moonshine on trains that ran from Valdosta through the piney woods to Macon. Now the numbers 321 and 342 originally thought possibly to be mile posts, doesn’t quite fit with the distances between. However I have recently learned that the trains themselves came with numbers and so we must do our homework and talk to yardmen who have great intellectual and historical knowledge in such genres. And we shall move from there.

Who is the man who wears glasses? Whose name begins with the letter K? That has an association with Futch? Who knows Hazel and has dealings with the railroad- besides the other RR man who was there at her house that night when they told her of Charley??

So many questions still to be asked… still to be answered. And yet I know that the mystery of what will happen is already buried within the clues and intuitions that have been given to me.

How do I know this to be true?

Because, well over a year and a half ago I picked the perfect working title. Because well over a year and a half ago I vomited my first 7 chapters of where I thought this story would go without merit background or research. Because even before my meeting with R… I knew. Because even before reading every letter and news print article…I saw it in my mind. Because even before I spoke to the first witness…I heard his words. Because even my dear friends before I spoke with Julie about what she remembered of that very night… I felt it.

So even before having any knowledge of its truth; I had unwittingly written the key to the mother-load of information within the first page of said draft- and had no idea I had, until a year and a half later when I found out I was right… did I know with absolute certainty I was right.

Of course I cannot tell you what it is I found…out. That would spoil the story and this has gotten o be such a good story my dear readers. Murder, intrigue, sex, guilt, love, greed, shame, regret and finally… REVENGE.

Historical fiction?
Historical, yes.
Fiction? Hmmmmm… even I am not this imaginative!

So, shall we call this sort of writing intuition… or simply channeling?
When at least you can read the book…first draft and all… I’ll let you decide.
Until later then- think about the one red ruby amongst the diamonds in the rough.

1/15/11

Irony! Ahhhhh…. Ya gotta love it!
Ok, so you know how much I love the totally evident George Carland kind of observations? You know, the amazingly obvious ones like…”Don’t eat yellow snow!” Well, here’s another observation that hit me the same way when I was going through several old files in regards to the case that was filed on behalf of Hazel when she was fighting the insurance and Federal Employees Compensation folks. Now, be cool. This observation actually has nothing to do with either the Feds or the insurance folks. It does however have a great deal to do with Hazel’s lawyer.
In my attempt to find certain names, dates and other peripheral information generally buried within the minutia of such documents; I can usually find a thread that binds me to something which supports a previous theory and/or conjecture. I seem to have a penchant for reading documents in a different way than most folks. I read as much for information left out, as much as for information left in. It’s that old, fascination with the holes created in Swiss cheese, rather than the remains that outlines them that tends to intrigue me most.

Soooooo….the document at hand is an itemized billing for Hazel’s lawyer’s fees, and a dandy little piece of paperwork it in! All decked out in three sheets of carbon and onion skin paper- in triplicates, no less! A marvelous document to be sure and concise too. Every conceivable name, address, time allotment and content of said conversations and/or depositions is documented in absolute detail, all for the pricey sum of… whatever it was. Clearly I am not interested in the going rate of quantifiable nonsense in this case. I read and re-read it over and over and something odd strikes out at me. After four or five pages of being alerted to the names of people I suspected had information worthy of invite- names of those who spread nothing but tainted manure and names of those I had no idea even existed…. I am left with one undeniable impression. The author of such was fastidious and precise! Barring that discovery… I came upon another–so tantalizing, I still cannot believe it escaped anyone else’s detection.
There, on the second to last page of this glorious recounting is a billing itemization for the deposition of an FBI agent as witness. Now, this witness to be sure was involved in this case. His very name appears on several other documents—including the notorious GBI Crime Lab report. So you might ask; what is the big deal in this? Of course an attorney would depose an FBI agent integral and/or even peripheral to the investigation of this case! And, if you felt that way, your assumption would be correct! He should have deposed this man.
But I digress. Let’s recap before I move forward.
The document; as with all other’s deposed clearly states, where, when and for how long this man was deposed. What it does not state is…WHO this man was. Not a name anywhere in sight! Now I ask you. How… or rather WHY would you not put this man’s name down? Remember- you are using this as legal tender for fees accrued and yet, you do not place his name amongst the other 50 or so, on your billing list? How can one validate what he either had to say, and/ or that he was even deposed at all if you cannot name his name???

I find that hole in this lawyer’s Swiss cheese to be a very curious one. Who bills a plaintiff for a lengthy deposition of…nobody? Or, at the least of a man you clearly do not wish to identify? Now, now… you might think this just an error in transcribing, or that he must have been undercover…but think! We have already established that this guy’s John Hancock is a rather popular appearance in this case. His name mentioned in the papers 100 times over. Surely the lawyer could have found it amongst the other 4 million documents generated in this case. No my dear readers…this was not just an error. This lawyer doesn’t make errors like that. Not when he needed to use this particular document as his defense and justification for billing fees in a case filed against him by the Plaintiff and the Federal Government for abusive and excessive billing practices.
Hmmmm… wonder why you would intentionally leave this man’s name out?
I wondered that too. That’s why I am going to call him! Let’s see if HE knows why his name was dropped from the billing!

Until later then…

1/14/11

Already knocking on the back door of the second week of the New Year, things are beginning to shift and make themselves known. While I believe I have divined the nucleus of reason for Charley’s murder, there are still so many odd fingerlings of guilt and motivations that ooze from its borders that I am want to continue to see where they lead.
Take for instance the mention of the New Hampshire association. What we ask is the connection between the city of Valdosta… indeed… the state of Georgia to New Hampshire in 1966? In order to find the appropriate segue, we must enlist our collective knowledge of the key players in connection to the clue… and we see it is politically motivated, well…
Do your homework children. What major event and/or scenario becomes most relevant to New Hampshire when you add the genus of politics into the mix? Hmmmm… Well, if you trip the light fantastic to Wikipedia… you will find that the biggest thing to happen in New Hampshire in 1966 of political notoriety was– that it was the site of the Presidential Primary. Hmmmmm… big stakes poker there! Again then, break that down and look for the finer threads that bind the sand littered shoulders of Valdosta highways to New England shores and you get what?.
What was the political climate in Georgia around the time of Charley’s death? Look at your history books children! The gubernatorial race was hot and heavy that year. There were several Democratic hopefuls that year: former Gov. Ellis Arnall, former Lt. Gov. Garland Byrd and Senator Jimmy Carter in addition to two segregationists- Lester Maddox and James Gray Sr. running for the Democratic nomination. In the Primary that was held September 14, 1966; Arnall received 29.3% , Maddox 23.5% and Carter 20.8%, Gray 19.4%, Byrd 5% of the vote. With no clear front runner with the majority- there was a runoff between Arnall and Maddox. In the runoff on September 28, 1966 Maddox took 54.2% of the vote and ran against the republican candidate Howard “Bo” Callway; with Callaway retaining 46.5% of the vote as opposed to Maddox’s 46.2% of the vote- with a write in vote o 7% for Arnall. Thus, with neither claiming 50% of the vote, the Georgia General Assembly was allowed to select the new governor for the state of Georgia. The legislature, being dominated by Democrats at the time left Maddox to claim the spoils.

Now children… duly educated, we can look differently upon things with hindsight.
Working with potential political personalities in Georgia who had ties to Valdosta… then add a location such as New Hampshire… then color that with a political intent… a partial address along with loose diamonds in the hands of a known female courier and… and you begin to see what? (By the way, this is what criminology likes to call an illusory correlation. Attaching significance to seemingly unrelated things; is remarkably what I like to call it intuition- which is sometimes dangerous to rely upon, but often tends to cull out the white noise of superfluous information and helps me find a more feasible path to follow.)
And you have what?

Now… let’s toss in some pretty uncomely local political bedfellows and we can sense some intrigue. And when I Google this specific address given; and/or partial address, as it were… I am suddenly connected to several options. And one of these very curious options is located in… where? Rochester, New Hampshire. Why curious, you ask? Because it is in New Hampshire and that is the impressionistic segue presented in the shorthand of the dead. You see how this works now? I get several innocuous clues that seemingly are unrelated, but in the shorthand they become liken to bullet points; then I connect the dots and…
Oh, trust me! I have had some clues that felt like they were wild goose chases. But that was only until these random fowl landed next to other random fowl that kept them grounded long enough for me to make the correlation. Once that is done, then I must begin to fill in all the spaces in between them and find a way to prove my theory.
One dot at a time!

1/12/11

The sun has broken forth and I am overjoyed that the ice may now begin to melt. It’s not that I haven’t loved the snow and the winter wonderland scene outside my window these last few days… but it is time to get back to the business of life.

While there are new clues to explore; they tend to set my sails adrift and perhaps there is something on the distant shore of one of them that will help in the over all picture of this case- but intuitively I continue to cling tightly to those things that speak to me from the recent past. Things like the items on the receipt from the Morris Pawn Shop. Let’s recap.
Charley bought only 4 things that day:

Some saw blades
A head guard
A lighter
And a 30 carbine

Saw blades I can see easy as he was building homes on the side. A head guard? Uncertain what this refers to, but perhaps something also construction and/or landscape related paraphernalia… or even in regards to his ‘qualifying test’ on that Friday in Moultrie. (Which explains the evidence of wad cutters recorded for one of the bullets- as they are used in target practice.) The third item, the lighter again remains of significant importance to me, to Hazel, to G and to Charley’s area supervisor. The last item is a 30 carbine- a rifle. What did Charley need with another rifle… I don’t know?!

Here’s the part that gets to me.
His area supervisor was desperately trying to reclaim one of the items he believed would have been in the pawn shop bag- if they could have found it. Well, we can immediately disregard one of them. A 30 carbine rifle cannot fit in a bag and so we are left with just the first three items. I would bank money on it being the lighter.

It was silver with an engraved design throughout. Now… we can see that the excuse Charley gave Hazel was false- he said that it was a gift from A-Bonding Company, but she rejects that and it does not fly with a description like that. The other suggestion was that this was a gift from G to Charley a week before his Birthday which was in late September- 3 weeks before his death. Now, the question that tugs at my sleeve is this:

If G had given it to Charley as suggested a week before his Birthday- that would have been on September 15th…right? Hazel sees it somewhere right around his Birthday- it doesn’t match the others he’s gotten and so for her it doesn’t jive. So he does what-pawns it to keep the wife happy- or fibs to keep her safe from what he truly knows? If it’s just a white lie from one spouse to another, then why would Charley buy it back two weeks later for $3.00 on October 6th, just three days before his death? To goad his wife? Maybe…but that doesn’t quite jive when we add in other clues and even more interesting when we consider how everyone reacts to this $3.00 lighter. Everyone scrambles to give this lighter an explainable history- including Charley’s area supervisor who after Charley is declared dead by self inflicted wounds-still goes out of his way to find it? This guy was from Atlanta. First of all, how could he have even known about it? Why would a man half a state away be so interested in this little $3.00 lighter and if it was that important and/or incriminating… then why did they leave the receipt in his wallet when they clearly went through it searching for other stuff…like his P.O. Box key for instance? Stupidity? Panicking? Hindsight only after the widow decides to fight back???

Hmmmmm…It doesn’t make sense, unless…

Either this lighter belonged to G and they wanted to use it to build their case for the affair or…
It had been found at the scene of another murder and/or victim’s house and then pawned to get rid of it or…
Or it had the tell tale design of a lighter just like one owned by someone who could not afford to have his name mentioned in connection with another victim’s last known residence… a love shack… or murder scene.

Ok… so we know the facts are:
1) Hazel saw a lighter Charley had that she had never seen before.
2) Charley told her it was from a company he had gotten lighters from before, but Hazel didn’t bite.
3) They claimed G gave it to him for his Birthday.
4) Charley bought this lighter for $3.00 three days before he was murdered.
5) The area supervisor was extremely interested in retrieving it- though he shouldn’t have even known about it… so much so, that he was bold enough to make mention that they had not found the bag and demanded that if Hazel had it, she should return it to him immediately. Now why would you make mention of such a thing to Charley’s grieving widow after the fact of Charley’s death- if indeed they had the weapon, the motive and the investigative declaration of suicide??? Pardon the pun, but it seems a bit of overkill.

So what’s the significance of this lighter? It can’t be because it was of such superb craftsmanship- even though it was silver and had a fancy design… C bought it for only $3.00’s- not a huge amount of change, so the value was not intrinsic.

So the value must be in one of the following:

a) Who owned it?
b) Who found it?
c) Where was it bought?
d) Where was it found?
e) Who pawned it?
f) Who owned the damn thing in the first place?

And finally…
g) Were there any other markings on it?

We know that the pawn shop was a local hang out. A place where they used to watch porn and party hearty in the upstairs room. We know that there were associations between some of the key players and the pawn shop personnel. We know they (agents) bought a lot of their ammunition and such from the pawn shop. We also know that the MOT was retired from Sears and Roebuck before his demise… this fact is mentioned in his obit, along with R’s other clues, including the one eluding to information about the “watch”.

Now we also know that storylines are important to keep in the background, so let’s lay out an impressive timeline including both:

Valdosta officials have a close tie to Atlanta political figures and high ranking officials.
Valdosta has ties to Hollywood personalities and high stakes poker games- along with illegal activities; porn, gambling, moonshine, bolitas, etc…
Our first victim in this investigation is a young female named Jessica, who worked at the American Legions Club and was sometimes hired as entertainment for high ranking officials who liked to party when they come to town. She and Roxanne are friends; they work together and are also known as entertainment for the locals- law officials and law enforcement included.
There is a special out of town ‘love shack’ in place for certain visitors who cannot afford to be seen with either one of them.
Jessica gets pregnant sometime late spring/early summer of 1966.
She is rebuked by the father-tries to commit suicide by slashing her wrists, spends the night in the local hospital and is treated, then sent home to recoup.
Jessica confides in Roxanne and Charley about her condition and the identity and reaction of the father.
Jessica goes missing and is taken out of the picture on or about July 11, 1966. Same time a local concrete community pool is being poured!
Roxanne follows on her heels on or about September 29, 1966 after pressing one of the four in flannel as to what happened to Jessica.
Charley hears about Roxanne’s body being found floating in a lake around the 1st of October.
Snitch tries to set the moonshine deal up for Charley to be there on Redland Church Rd. at 9:30 PM October 3rd, 1966.
Charley misses the October 3rd Sunday night moonshine Redland Church Rd. deadline because he is out of town visiting his ailing mother.
Snitch continues to call him that whole week -reminding him about the Redland Church Rd. moonshine deal being set again for the following weekend- Sunday the 9th of October, 1966.
Charley buys the lighter Wednesday, October 6th, 1966.
Charley is in Moultrie qualifying on that Friday, October 8th, 1966 and gets phone call from Atlanta supervisor about a huge raw materials bust for that weekend- a bust and a deal that never happens.
Charley is placed on stand-by all weekend by this supervisor with only one back-up; his partner who is heard from the last time around 8:30 PM and not again until he shows up at Hazel’s door to tell her Charley is dead.
The area supervisor is the one that also calls back at 8:30 PM and releases Charley from that stand-by 1 hour before the Redland Church Rd. deal is to take place-all the while he has been reminded by the snitch several times earlier that day that he should get out there and inspect the situation.
Everyone has checked on his whereabouts all day- his widow’s too- as was evident in the trial info.
Charley leaves the house at 8:55 PM to ride out to Redland Church Rd. area.
They find him murdered at 10:30 PM-October 9th, 1966 just down the road from that intersection.
The MOT who was there the night Roxanne was taken out, is then severely beaten October 15, 1966 and left for dead in a downtown hotel room, because he would not hand over what they were searching for.

Soooooooooo, my dear readers…what was so frigging special about this lighter?

I could tell you, but it will cost you…got $3.00’s????

Today the date is January 11, 2011 and so it will read digitally as: 01-11-11

There is power in numbers. Make a promise to yourself to use this power wisely and at 11:11 PM on this most auspicious day of 1-11-11 choose your directions with care. This is the beginning of a nine year cycle and what you think, feel and project will find a way to manifest itself in your life- so take care and think how your desires and projections will affect you- not just now– but for the next nine years. Your decisions carry great weight- be aware.

Move forward with confidence that what has passed, has passed and create anew with better intentions.

This is the year that Charley will be able to make his peace and his children will come to know the truth of what happened that night 44 years ago… but only after those who participated are called out and held accountable.

Justice delayed will not be justice denied- not if I have anything to do with it and trust me…
I DO!!!

I have decided to work these crime cases as a series…in my sleep I saw theses words upon a piece of paper:

“A Novel Approach to Murder” by TA Powell

and soooooooo… now copyrighted 2011 as such, I shall divine my character and that of R’s.
Stay tuned… the day is young and I am snowbound!

1/9/11
I wrote a blog this morning and after re-reading it for edits, realized I was giving away way too much information. Sooooooooo… to be a bit more cryptic I will leave you with these thoughts instead.

You know that Charley and his partner were on stand-by that weekend because there was a truck spotted carrying raw materials for moonshine across the state… a huge truckload and they thought it was headed for Valdosta. I believe they said it would be one of the biggest busts ever if…

Ok…
Here’s the kicker. If the truck entered Georgia (and they never say from what direction) and went through Atlanta- which we can assume because they always track the truck from one area to the other and then transfer it to new agents when it is out of someone’s jurisdiction- so to speak… and his area superior from the Atlanta office called Charley direct and placed Charley and his partner _________ on stand-by, as he said- all the other agents were… and I quote “ busy sitting on their own stills”. It meant that Charley and _________ were the only two agents working this, ‘once in a lifetime bust’ and so his area supervisor advised Charley that he had to check in every two hours and not go anywhere without permission.

I have just a few questions that to me seem rather obvious. But even more obvious is the fact that not one other person ever bothered to ask them! Including… the attorney. Seems odd in an investigation concerning a possible- homicide and/or suicide- don’t you think? But before you decide… here are a few that jumped out at me.

First of all- if the truck had come through Atlanta… then why would they go out of their way by means of Athens to get to Valdosta, hmmmm? Crooks are not that friggin clever- nor do they wish to piss away profits on gas by going 100 or so miles out of their way. Athens seems a bit of a rouse now, doesn’t it? Did to me!

Second, if this was such a huge deal- such a fantastic REGIONAL bust that would have put V on the map- then why would you have all the other agents tied up on other piss ant projects and not drag them on board too, hmmmm? Seems a bit inconsistent to me.

Third, how convenient was it that Charley and his partner were placed on stand-by all weekend long. Can’t leave the house- can’t go out of town like the weekend prior. Can’t go out and do stuff until they are told they can. And how fortuitous for the murders that suddenly they are told they can get out for a while- just after Charley gets a phone call reminder call about the “moonshine van deal” out on Redland Church Road that goes down at 9:30 every Sunday night? Wow… what incredible timing!

As in…. How the Hell did they know he would have to leave his house just about that time in order to make it out there by 9:30? And how did they know that the Sunday before…he couldn’t make it out there cause he was at his mamma’s house till late that night in Millen? Oh… that’s right. They couldn’t have? Why? Because, he wasn’t on stand- by that weekend! Too hard to plan shit when you don’t know where he is or when he’ll be coming out to the Redland Church Road area. But now this weekend is different. This weekend you know. How? Because suddenly this ‘raw materials’ truck stops just an hour before this other “deal” is supposed to go down?

Ain’t that somethin, Bubba? Reckon how they would know something like that?

“Golly Beave, it seems awfully fishy to me.”
“Ya think so, Wally?”

In fact, I’d venture to say that whole raw materials truck deal was a huge pile of __________! There was no truck- there was no deal- there were the players (that only I know) who needed to be able to keep Charley tied to his house until the appointed hour. Needed to know every move he made that day- Hazel’s too. Why? Cause it sure would come in handy building a bull______ case about an affair later on! Especially since those who were setting him up for the kill that night had no better way to keep track of his every move, than to tell him it was for his job!

You think about it. A big bust- biggest Valdosta would have ever seen they say and suddenly only 2 guys are needed? A truck that comes into the state from… where? And goes to Valdosta by way of Athens???

My questions for them would be. So what happened to the big raw materials deal that was on its way? What ever happened to that truck? Did they arrest the folks in Athens???
Hmmmm? Never seemed to materialize now, did it? Funny how a thing like that gets overlooked!

How could nobody ever ask that question after the fact?

And if Georgia was such a hot bed for moonshine runners in October of ‘66, how come they closed offices and shut them down for lack of need in January of ‘67 two months later? How come his partner was suddenly transferred out of state in January too? And how come nobody could find that guy that night till 2:00 in the morning?

My, oh my… have I said too much?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Hell no! There’s tons more… tons!!!

1/8/11
As I begin to craft my outline of this case and of this book… I am teased and tempted by various perspectives. True, this will have to be published as historical fiction- mostly to protect the guilty- because we all know the fictional part of this story is what they have chronicled as its truth. I shall become a literary genius by coining what I am about to do as a new format, calling it- REVERSE GENRE!

Catchy… eh?
Regardless, as I have stated before…. those in the know from the big V, already know who the real players, the agencies will ferret out their information and identities as well… but for the rest of you it will simply be a mind numbing novel of epic deceit and debauchery with more twists and turns than your DNA. How do I know that? Because in this case, as the classic aphorism states most apropos…

“Truth IS stranger than fiction.”

Now… my other quandary is how to couch this for indeed, I intend to continue in this line of work as I now see it as my chosen path. When I am finished writing for Charley, I will move on to other victims whose voice has been silenced by death. Just go to the web site and look at the next course of action in my next venture entitled; THE DEAD LINE by TA Powell (Copyright2010). This is a book already under outline about a series of individuals victimized by one particular agent of the Dixie Mafia; or Cornbread Mafia as it was sometimes locally referred to. These people too have a right to have their stories told and it will shock you what some of them have to say. As always, I will continue to work with R, as we seem to have a most uncanny connection and function cohesively as conduit for the victims’ voice. This should prove to be a most daunting exercise in investigative reporting. As with the Moore’s Ford Bridge case, another unsolved murder was brought to my attention by a person of considerable admiration. It is an odd sort of murder; though not necessarily the act of murder itself. It is the surrounding storyline that intrigues me greatly and has been on my docket of interest for two years. This is the murder of a man who studied a specific type of termite, indigenous to the New Orleans area: the Formosan Termite. The intrigue there? What makes such an insect of curiosity for me? These termites are drawn to eat only live wood- not dead wood, leaving the whole of New Orleans great architecture and lumbering mansions in peril as silent prey. Even more captivating…this man’s academic life’s work became a matter of awkward fame for him and a key I believe to reasons for his murder. Want to know the title for this one? It will be titled for its namesake- the Formosan Termite, who bears the moniker of: THE HOMEWRECKER by TA Powell (Copyright 2010).

So you see my dear readers, I am quite awash with projects that exceed the hours available in my day. Couple that with my budding return to academia and I shall be lacking of leisure time for decades to come… but good for you in that you will see that I am not a one work wonder. For now though, suffice it to say that Charley keeps me on a tight leash and each day I wait with baited breath for what else he has to show me.

Here’s another clue:
What political event happened in New Hampshire in 1966?