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11/23/2012

Yesterday was Thanksgiving and besides all the cliché things we always say we are grateful for…I am grateful for a dead man named, Charley.

I am grateful to Charley because four years ago life was very different for me. Lost internally I had no real compass to guide me. Devoid of true joy and wavering in my faith I plowed through my days like a work horse doing my job, raising my kids and keeping the family glued together. Was it enough? No. Was it plugging the holes in my soul? No…nothing seemed to be able to put me back on track after the loss of my parents.

Then I found Charley…or rather my mother brought Charley to me. In his death I have found new life… my faith and my joy again. How all this from one little dead guy? Because Charley is my shepherd- my gatekeeper, my guardian angel. Charley saved me by allowing me to see his mistakes, his trials, his miseries and his joys. Charley allowed my life to benefit from his death, by allowing me to learn from his mistakes and to spend my hours worrying about someone other than me. He gave me the chance to put someone else first- not in a trite way, but really put somebody ahead of me. In using every talent and brain cell to work on this case, I was able to walk away from my hurt and concentrate on his. It became his loss- not mine- his angst- not mine. Charley died before his children knew him, before his wife could forgive him. I realised my trials were small- my losses- while difficult-a most naural progession of  our journey here. My parents died according to a heavenly plan. They lived wonderful, full  lives and gave great love as they came and went in their sojourn.

There is no greater gift than a man laying down his life for a friend…Charley’s life was taken that another’s might flourish. It was a gift that waited 44 years to find me. For such a gift I am grateful. Through working on his murder I have been bequeathed with honorable friendships, deep abiding love and appreciaition for this thing we call family, a new apprailsal of marriage and being an honorable spouse. He gave me  a sense of realism; that none of us  come to the altar perfect and that we rise each day to write a new ending to our lives. Apart from all this- the fellow has a keen sense of humor that I enjoy- a compassionate heart and a determination to clean the slates of everyone involved in this conspiracy. Yes- everyone, Grim.

My dearest friend- without doubt you are one of the truest blessings in my life- my daily grace. I cannot tell you how dear you are to me. With you… I breathe easier- with you I think better, love better, try harder, cherish more and no longer fear where I am headed. With all this- I thank you. Now that we’ve taken care of that, let’s get back to business and get out there and kick some leftover turkey butt! I want somebody giving it all up before Christmas and I’m going to make them all as uncomfortable as possible until they do!

Let’s call it…The 25 days of Christmas Clues! Ha! I love it.

OK, let’s start.  Now remember… there are 4 in flannel and a whole host of perpheral folk who helped pull this all off. Think beyond Grim. Remember  the victims…Charley, Jessica, Roxanne, the MOT and maybe Mr. Bugman too.

Ready? Here goes.

Catagory?

WHO?

Choose one of the 4 in flannel

Catagory?

OCCUPATION

Clue #1: When writing a letter, it is traditional to sign off with your signature. If you have an afterthought you wish to add… it is called a what?

Got it?

Now, abbreviate that and then reverse it.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…time is running out. Only 24 more clues- 24 more days of clues.

Hey Valdosta… how do you feel about KINDLE? Then anybody can down load Grim’s butt for a few lousy dollars. There will be no place to hide…no place to shop, or eat, or pray. Everyone will know who you are and what you have done. I am thinking about it, but still holding out for the book/movie deal. You always wanted to be in a movie, right Grim? That’s what you told folks.

Go down with dignity man- call me before it’s too late and you can’t control how any of this gets out. You know my number.

Happy Turkey

11/21/2012

Today was my mother’s Birthday…

Miss you mom.

11/19/2012

The days have been crazy lately filled with nostalgia and impromptu visits from my mother and Charley and I have been ever so grateful. Again… much is afoot within the cosmos as I have once again heard my angel song; once on Saturday and again this morning. I know that my mother’s Birthday is in two days- that Thanksgiving is just after and the Birthday of my Cosmic Twin just after that… but it’s more than the sum of all three.  It’s something else that is in the air. So why the heads up? Why play that song for me? What is it they are asking me to take note of? Watch for… listen to? What is it that is about to happen?

The angel song means something. Do you remember it? It is the Adam Lambert song, ‘What Do You Want From Me?”

I have come a long way from the first time I heard it. No longer do I scream at the sky, “What do you want from me?”  I know what they want of me and it is no less than I want from myself. I want to call Charley’s killers out by name. I want the book ready for publishing and I want those still alive to know the shame of what they have done and for those who are dead– to know that their names and reputations will now rot along with them. I want those who have spent their lives in fear of them to sing from the rafters like beautiful uncaged canaries!

Tell your story Valdosta! Tell these men who used young women as bait that you will not stand for their disgrace… tell them that the lives that they took meant something to somebody. Tell them that the truth refuses to die with their victims. Tell them that you want the world to know who they are and what they have done. And as for the woman? Tell her that Charley was not hers to take. Charley had a family…Charley had a life and a future. Tell her that she led those young girls down a road she had no right to. Tell her that a woman’s bedroom should be kept as sacred as her heart.

Tell them or tell me…either way I will listen and applaud your efforts.

Charley has given me the four fingers, which means I have nailed my 4 in flannel. I know the who… the when… the why and the how of what happened that night on October 9, 1966. Oh dear readers, you are in for a treat!  Let’s just say the book opens with coffee drinking at the Plaza Café and ends with…

Now, you didn’t really think I would tell you, did you? Don’t be silly! I want you to buy the book!!! And besides… I know Grim is just dying to find out how it ends. Let me give you a hint.

Roxanne knows.

Jessica knows.

The MOT knows.

The Bug man knows.

Charley knows… and so do I!

Trust me Grim… it’s a real page turner. It took you 46 years to cover it up…but it only took me 4 to unravel it! So what am I grateful for this Thanksgiving besides family? My closest friends; some of which are theatre rats just like me, some fellow forensic students and other writers, some are lawyers and retired law enforcement…and then of course there are my 6 favorites:

Roxanne

Jessica

The MOT

Bug Man

Charley

And most of all…R!

Blessings for you all!

11/13/2012

And then came the light…

I had a magnificient tale to tell you tonight. A tale full of mystery and intrigue. A tale about a man who was murdered on the Clyattville -Nankin Raod and the 4 men who sought to silence all those before and after him.

A tale about…

Grim

The Shooter

The man with the muddy boots

And finally…the 4th in flannel who has now been revealed and confirmed! Infact when I said his name- Charley held up 4 fingers which gave me the nod I needed. It was just like Charley said- to find the 4th- look in the car!

Want a bigger clue?

Just so you know who I am talking about Grim?

Let’s just say- “See the world…drive a  BUICK!” He was with you and the Shooter at the lake with Roxanne, remember? He wore the gold cufflinks- the monogrammed shirt and the camel colored coat. Yea… that guy! Real tall too. It was difficult for Roxanne to look up so far from under water- specially with her neck all twisted and broke like that, but she did. And so did the little girl with the long straight brown hair and barefeet. She saw it all. Did you know? She came out of the woods when the lights were twirling, but you were all too busy to notice her.

She has much to say too!

If you haven’t bought your pair of DEPNDS yet, you better get your sorry ass to the store quick, Grim- because the ______ is about to hit the fan!

(P.S. I would have written more but a German Shepherd puppy decided to have a play date with a skunk tonight. She is not hapy and I am not happy with her! Just how much tomatoe juice does it take??? ARGH!!)

By the way…Charley said to look inside his wallet, go to the third piece of paper and look  at the second name. Then he circled it.

I could tell you whose it is, but that wouldn’t be fair.

What can I say? So many clues… so little time. By the way –what does the “puppet-master,” the burning door #432 , a pretty red sports car, two dead hookers, a dead revenue agent, a dead golfer, a dead night club owner and the end of the money trail all have in common? Oh- besides Valdosta and Grim, of course?

An apartment building with a pool: #___________ to be exact!

Good night Grim- sleep tight!

11/8/2012

Ok… so I had my little hissy fit, now down to work!

There is much afoot in the cosmos. Why do I say that, you might want to know? Because things are happening and there are signs everywhere. Charley saw me break my lipstick… his picture fell on my desk…a Cardinal flew in my driveway… a woman called Bird called my husband… and I have heard my angel song three times already in the last 4 days!

Now… if I was headed out of Valdosta and was travelling in a northwesterly direction and had a boatload of hooch to transport… how would I do it and where would I send it?

Hmmm….

Have a nice day Grim.

Just checking in to make sure- YOU’RE checking in!

11/7/2012

It’s bad enough when you must deal with the chaos and budgetary strangulation of something you love by local governements, but when you must watch the myopic vision of the masses eclipse the potential of change on the national stage…it tends to break my heart.

So, pardon me while I take a day or two to mourn the loss of my childhood’s country–I was terribly fond of it. You remember it? The land of the free and the home of the brave? A place where the term ‘welfare’ meant how you were feeling- not how you were leaching.  I saw a glimpse of it yesterday and then just around 11:00 PM it was snuffed out. Such a shame…such a shame.

So much for “progressive” politics.

Let’s get back to murder. Your thoughts, Grim?

11/1/12

All eyes are watching.

It is like a game of chess.

I made one move and now…

One of the players has made two moves in response. Of course two moves in a row is against the rules, but then these folks have never played by the rules- have they?

If I make another move…What shall be his next?

It is November already. How much longer will you wait to contact me and ask your questions? You know who you are… just ask them.

10/28/2012

We are getting  close the final editing stage of the book. If you have information you need me to know or if you have other information that you think might be helpfull to plugging other holes…or, if you just want answers to questions you have long pondered… you know how to contact me. Just hit the contact/comment box at the end of this entry and it will find me.  I will always listen. I may not tell you all that I know just yet, but I can help you understand if your information is peripheral or spot on.

Do not let Charley down.. do not let yourselves down, Valdosta. Many of you have stepped forward , still… some of you wait in the shadows hoping others will do your work for you. If you know something-STEP FORWARD. I will keep your confidence. History is not only be written here- it is being re-written to reflect the truth of what I believe happened out there on the Clyattville-Nankin Road that night of October 9, 1966. There were many players in this. Some dead- some still alive. They know who they are and so do I. Soon the world will know of them too.

Stay tuned…

10/25/2012

555…

Huge changes are coming!

10/22/2012

Has there been an unusual heat wave down in Valdosta lately? Folks sure seem to be getting nervous and sweating a lot from what I hear. Chill out, Grim. All you have to do is step to the plate… confess… and the heat will die down.

If not?

Let me buy you a fan!