Secrets in your town
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Aw that's so touching! It's like Hachi.
Hachiko and his statue:
Thanks, Leppsie. And I'm sorry, but if we have a picture of the statue, I must include a picture of the grave.
Anyone ever catch an episode of 48 Hours entitled "Where Is Mrs. March?" and its follow-up "Love, Lies, Murder?"
I went to school with Janet Levine March and followed the nightmare with a great deal of interest. The story broke shortly before I departed D.C. for L.A. and the more salacious details of it unfolded while I was still in California. It included stuffing a body in a leaf bag and dumping the remains over the state line in Kentucky, where subsequent road work and commercial development made it impossible for the family to recover her 10 years later. It also involved kidnapping, collusion, a trashed hard drive, a botched investigation, a re-opened case, practicing law in Mexico without a license, a gagged grand jury, deportation, and extradition. Super-duper extra-special bonus: a plot hatched in prison to murder Janet's parents.
I'm convinced there's a special place in Hell reserved for Perry March.
"Where Is Mrs. March?" - Where Is Mrs. March? - CBS News
"Love, Lies, Murder?" - Love, Lies, Murder? - CBS News
I went to school with Janet Levine March and followed the nightmare with a great deal of interest. The story broke shortly before I departed D.C. for L.A. and the more salacious details of it unfolded while I was still in California. It included stuffing a body in a leaf bag and dumping the remains over the state line in Kentucky, where subsequent road work and commercial development made it impossible for the family to recover her 10 years later. It also involved kidnapping, collusion, a trashed hard drive, a botched investigation, a re-opened case, practicing law in Mexico without a license, a gagged grand jury, deportation, and extradition. Super-duper extra-special bonus: a plot hatched in prison to murder Janet's parents.
I'm convinced there's a special place in Hell reserved for Perry March.
"Where Is Mrs. March?" - Where Is Mrs. March? - CBS News
"Love, Lies, Murder?" - Love, Lies, Murder? - CBS News
Back to other town things, and this is sort of a secret. At least it's not really well-known.
When Walt Disney was designing Disneyland, he wanted a Main Street that was quintessential America. A lead designer of his, Harper Goff, had been born and raised in this town and had pleasant memories of its look and feel. So he modeled Main Street in Disneyland after our downtown here.
When Walt Disney was designing Disneyland, he wanted a Main Street that was quintessential America. A lead designer of his, Harper Goff, had been born and raised in this town and had pleasant memories of its look and feel. So he modeled Main Street in Disneyland after our downtown here.
I'm originally from a very small town in southwestern Arkansas, a little south of the town of Mena, AR, way out in the sticks. All during the late 70's there was a Government owned training/air base south of Mena in the Ouachita Mountains. I've always heard that the base was where troops and supplies during the Iran-Contra deal were shuttled thru. Anyway, there were a couple of local pilots from my hometown that were known to contract for the Government and were also suspected of flying cocaine into the U.S. on the side from South America. On the same morning in my home town, both of these pilots were found dead in their homes. The first guy was found by his brother. The dead pilot had a bag tied around his head and a gunshot wound to the back of his head. The other pilot's house burned down with him inside and he was also found to have suffered a gunshot wound to the temple. The obituary in the small local paper claimed..........pause for effect....cause of death as suicide on both...lol. My dad, who went to school with one of the pilots, said he heard a rumor that both pilots worked for Pablo Escobar, the famed Columbian drug lord, and that Escobar found out they were contract flying for the US Government on the side. Escobar decided to ummmmmmm, make them an offer they couldn't refuse, so to speak. As far as I know, both "suicides" remain unsolved. Both of these guys lived in very, very nice homes in a town where there weren't that many nice homes to begin with, so there may have been something to the drug runner part of the story. Always found the story interesting. Lots of weird things went on in the Ouachita Mountains in that area of Arkansas back then. It was and still is a very isolated area.
In 2006, a leprechaun was sighted in the Mobile neighborhood of Crichton. There were multiple eyewitnesses and even sketch made by one of those witnesses. If that sketch doesn't make you giggle then you surely must not have a funny bone in your body. It made the evening news and that same news clip was posted on YouTube. To date, it's had nearly 24,000,000 views. The event even got the attention of South Park and we got our own special mention. The news story was funnier, though.
I am sure I have posted about it before, but it's worth posting about again. It's funny.
I am sure I have posted about it before, but it's worth posting about again. It's funny.
What is a leprechaun? Never heard the word before.
OK, i get the drift. Thanks. Always good to learn a new word.
Our town had this ultra-Christian lady named Grace who was the sister of the town’s most respected pastor. She had a pretty righteous reputation, and was always preaching about the sins of sex at every opportunity. She had a particularly nasty streak when it came to young teens. She wasn’t married, nor had any kids. One day the trash collector found a box with at least 25 decidedly fanciful vibrators in it. I hear tell some of them looked like they could twirl around and scratch your back. The trash guys tossed the box in the truck’s hopper, but they wound up shaking out and falling off little by little as they drove along on the bumpy country road with houses strewn a ways apart. Later that morning kids on their way to school started finding them on their trek, and followed their trail back to Grace’s house. The older teens decided to get even for all the torment she had caused them over the years. They started chanting “Gracey, Gracey, come out and play, we found your toys while on our way” and waving the things above their heads. People laughed and honked their horns as drove by on their way to work. Grace soon left town never to return. It’s a story told now only in whispers in respect for the beloved pastor who still has a considerable congregation.
I’m pretty sure that’s how the story went. It was either that, or is it our town’s has a fanciful liar living within its boundaries? I’m so often confused between the two.
I’m pretty sure that’s how the story went. It was either that, or is it our town’s has a fanciful liar living within its boundaries? I’m so often confused between the two.
A faerie in the form of an small old man. He's a cobbler and collects gold coins for payment. He stashes the coins in a pot that he puts at the end of the rainbow so it can't be found. If you catch a leprechaun (lepp-reh-kaun), he has to grant you three wishes, but be careful, because they are magical and mischievous and can lead you into grievous trouble for trying.
Yup, and it's likely to involve alcohol. Lots of it.
Yup, and it's likely to involve alcohol. Lots of it.
Knowing my Irish family, I suspect that alcohol intake is the only way you can see them.
Our town had this ultra-Christian lady named Grace who was the sister of the town’s most respected pastor. She had a pretty righteous reputation, and was always preaching about the sins of sex at every opportunity. She had a particularly nasty streak when it came to young teens. She wasn’t married, nor had any kids. One day the trash collector found a box with at least 25 decidedly fanciful vibrators in it. I hear tell some of them looked like they could twirl around and scratch your back. The trash guys tossed the box in the truck’s hopper, but they wound up shaking out and falling off little by little as they drove along on the bumpy country road with houses strewn a ways apart. Later that morning kids on their way to school started finding them on their trek, and followed their trail back to Grace’s house. The older teens decided to get even for all the torment she had caused them over the years. They started chanting “Gracey, Gracey, come out and play, we found your toys while on our way” and waving the things above their heads. People laughed and honked their horns as drove by on their way to work. Grace soon left town never to return. It’s a story told now only in whispers in respect for the beloved pastor who still has a considerable congregation.
I’m pretty sure that’s how the story went. It was either that, or is it our town’s has a fanciful liar living within its boundaries? I’m so often confused between the two.[/QUOTE
Makes me view the Beach Boys song "Good Vibrations" in a WHOLE new light!
Houdini in Omaha
Not specifically where I live, but the next village over (and all part of the same town for administration purposes) had The Wyrley Gang, who mutilated horses, sheep and cattle in the early part of the last century.
The police arrested and charged one man, but he was cleared when Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 'turned detective' and helped clear his name. Conan Doyle did name another suspect (he was convinced it was all the work of one man, rather than a gang as locally believed), but AFAIK no one else was ever arrested for the crimes.
The police arrested and charged one man, but he was cleared when Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 'turned detective' and helped clear his name. Conan Doyle did name another suspect (he was convinced it was all the work of one man, rather than a gang as locally believed), but AFAIK no one else was ever arrested for the crimes.
My town could use a few good secrets........
