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From Birth To Leadership/Power (Abridged)

2020.08.08 02:18 Initial_Breakthrough From Birth To Leadership/Power (Abridged)

(Don’t take this as truth. Use this to start to finding your truth. We are the light.)
Angela Merkel (Kasner), Chancellor of Germany, is the daughter of Adolf Hitler and Eva Hitler (Braun), Hitler’s wife. Born April 20, 1954. On paper it says she was born July 17, 1954. Born in Hamburg, Germany. It’s documented in the Soviet KGB archives and the GDR files. It’s also written in the journal of a man known as Dr. Karl Klauberg, other wise known as the ‘Angel of Death’. It is documented that Dr. Klauberg had taken samples of different men’s sperm, including Hitlers, and froze them. Later he artificially inseminated Eva Hitler. After the birth of Angela, agreement between the Soviets, the Americans and the Vatican was arranged. Hitler's baby was placed under the ‘control’ of the Catholic Church. She was given a false date of birth, July 17, and the name Angela Dorothea Kasner, daughter of Horst Kasner, a Lutheran pastor, and his wife, Herlind - an English and Latin teacher.
Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada, is the son of Fidel Castro and Margaret Trudeau. Born on December 25, 1971. Born in Ottawa Canada. On paper Pierre Trudeau is the father of Justin. It’s known that Margaret, Justin’s mom, was nearly 3 decades younger then Pierre. She was also known as the ‘The Holy Golightly of the Mounties’ for many adventures dancing at clubs such as Studio 54 and infamously had alliances with celebrities such as actors Ryan O’Neal and Jack Nicholson in the 1970’s. It is said that Pierre and Margaret Trudeau had not visited Cuba till 1976, this then forming a friendship that lasted through the 1970’s and 1980’s. But it is documented and photographed that Margaret Trudeau and Fidel Castro are seen together sometime in 1972 while Fidel is holding a baby boy. Pierre and Margaret Trudeau divorced in 1984. Justin Trudeau also has also praised Castro in the wake of the communist tyrants death.
Barbara Bush (Pierce), First Lady to the 41st President, George H. W. Bush, is the daughter of Aleister Crowley. Born on June 8, 1925 in Flushing, Queens, New York. It is known that Barbara’s mother was Pauline Pierce (Robinson) and, on paper, her father being Marvin Pierce. Aleister Crowley is a widely known infamous British occultist, who started the religion of Thelema. Declared the ‘Wickedest Man in the World’, was a satanist practicing Sex Magick and other satanic rituals and at one point wrote how he successfully conjured the demon Bartzabel. It is known that Aleister Crowley was acquainted with Pauline Pierce in the 1920’s, during the same time he was spending most of his time practicing Sex Magick. In Crowley’s journal it is noted that Pauline Pierce ended up participating in one of these rituals with Crowley. Specifically, an exercise in "Eroto Comatose Lucidity”. Although there’s no direct evidence to support this claim, it is well known knowledge that Pauline was involved in Crowley’s social circle at this time.
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2020.05.23 21:50 Quirky-Motor What everyone has wrong about Ridgway. EXTENSIVE write up on the crimes of Gary Ridgway, misconceptions about him and his crimes, a few comparisons to Bundy, and profiles of women murdered, still missing, and unidentified. Part 1 of 2.

Hello everyone. A few months ago, I posted an extensive write up on the DeOrr Kunz case and later the Asha Degree case with several other missing people’s cases sprinkled in between, which many readers seemed to enjoy. Those can be found here:
Today, I wanted to do a similar long form write up but this time, I wanted to switch gears and talk about Ridgway and his victims.
Terms used
The scene- A term used by Bundy and LE to describe the people with high risk lifestyles those who are homeless, sex workers, exotic dancers, drug users, hitchhikers, and others who are down and out
The Strip- An area of Pacific Highway South near the airport in extreme south Seattle (no longer Seattle) known for the scene. Most GRK victims were last seen in this area.
The Avenue- An area of extreme north Seattle along Aurora Avenue North known for the scene. A handful of women disappeared from this area.
Rainier Avenue and Central District- Neighborhoods in south Seattle near the strip. Usually regarded as cheaper places to live. A handful of women disappeared from here.
The camp- An area of downtown Portland known for prostitution
Dating- A term used to literature to refer to soliciting prostitutes. Ridgway used this term as did many sex workers. I use this term below as that is what is described in GRK literature. I don’t use it dull what was happening in these exchanges.
Boyfriend or protector- Many of the women in this case had boyfriends or protectors who were actually pimps. Which is why some of these women had the same “boyfriends.” If the men who were involved were not believed to be pimps, I tried to note that.
Living in the Pacific Northwest everyone you meet seems to have had a close encounter with a notorious criminal. I know a woman who Bundy followed on April 17th 1974 in Ellensburg, Washington before he abducted Susan Rancourt. I talked to a barber once who told me he cut Ridgway’s hair and used to watch Constance Naon (one of Ridgway’s victims) take dates to her place across the street in the Rainier area. In college I used to shop at a Safeway store that Bundy worked at. Some days it seems like everyone I talk to has the same stories, close encounters, and bizarre brushes with some of the worst men in America. This is the story of one of those men, Gary Leon Ridgway.
I believe that Gary Ridgway, the Green River Killer, was a much more prolific predator than most people online seem to think and I wanted discuss these crimes because his victims are often dismissed while they deserve to be remembered.
In the true crime community, there is a near reverence for Ted Bundy. On the other hand, Ridgway is considered boring and banal. These feelings of course are perpetrated Bob Keppel’s book, Riverman; Ted Bundy and I hunt for the Green River Killer which contains large swathes of interviews from an incarcerated Ted Bundy. King County authorities interviewed Bundy on Florida’s death row in hopes of getting confessions out of him during the 1980s. Instead Bundy wanted to talk about the new murderer plaguing his home state, the Green River Killer. In his interviews, Bundy provides interesting insight into the mind a killer and many of his predictions about the “Riverman” turned out to be true. Naturally, some of his predictions were also false. Bundy, the master manipulator, was able create a narrative about Ridgway and his victims which has bled into the public consciousness. The descriptions of Ridgway’s crimes have been controlled by Ted Bundy’s opinions and his apparent distaste for Ridgway. In discussions on this case I often see people say things like “Ridgway isn’t interesting to me because his victims were high risk” or “Ridgway was dumb, he was so lucky he wasn’t caught.” In my opinion this is unfair to victims of the Green River Killer – in addition to being false. Of course, Bundy is not the only reason people say these things but his opinions have shaped this case. At the end of the day, Bundy should not have a say in how these crimes are perceived.
Most importantly, the victims of these men (and other killers) are not entertainment, these are real people who lives were stolen and all of their stories deserve to be told, even if the man who killed them is considered by some to be “uninteresting.”
Additionally, no one wants to compare to Bundy and Ridgway but I believe the men have more similarities than Bundy wanted people to believe. Bundy hated being compared to the Riverman and I think it is because Bundy knew that the Riverman was more prolific than Bundy could ever be. Bundy’s ego led him to adopt a dismissive attitude towards this crime spree and he always bristled when compared to the “Riverman” and unfortunately these ideas have become gospel. These assumptions aside, I think Ridgway was a much more prolific killer than anyone will ever be able to prove.
There are so many misconceptions about Gary Ridgway that I want to discuss. People say that Ridgway was stupid, he was free to kill as long as he did because no one cared, and finally that he only was able to be “get away with it” because all of his victims were sex workers. Not only are these ideas false, these misconceptions invalidate the stories of Ridgway’s victims.
The first thing I think is often talked about when discussing Ridgway was his intelligence or lack thereof. While it is true that IQ tests showed that Ridgway hovered on the line between impaired and typical, and he apparently had a learning disability that affected his school performance, I will always argue that Ridgway was no dummy. I have worked with the disabled population for several years. That experience taught me that IQ is a bunk way to measure intelligence. Some of my acquaintances have higher IQ scores than Ridgway’s 80, but struggle to keep down jobs or lack social skills. On the other hand, people I have worked with lower IQs (62-80) than that have attended 2-year college, kept down jobs, married, and had families. IQ in and of itself is poor determinate of intelligence. In my experience, IQ seems to measure processing speed, not intelligence. I am not sure if this 100% scientifically accurate, it is just my experience but I think it is worth noting. All that to say, I don’t think Ridgway was nearly as impaired as many armchair detectives make him out to be. The women he fooled were street smart and don’t deserve less attention simply because they were fooled by a “dumb” predator. Perpetrating this myth does a disservice to Ridgway’s victims. I am not arguing that Ridgway was a criminal mastermind of above average intelligence, that is simply not true. I am simply trying to demonstrate that Ridgway cold and calculating, not blundering and impaired.
Forensic Counter Measures
Ridgway’s intelligence is also evidenced by his crime spree and the forensic countermeasures he employed. Many online sleuths have used this information to show Ridgway’s lack of intelligence, but I would argue that his forensic counter measures actually worked. The Riverman would put used gum, beer cans, and cigarette butts near his body dumping grounds. He also put airport and hotel pamphlets near the bodies to make law enforcement think that the killer was a traveling business man which is why his crimes would start and stop. While these attempts at misdirection did not fool law enforcement for very long, it did muddy the water with media coverage. It was reported that the killer was a traveler, a smoker, or a guy who liked big red gum even though Ridgway was none of these things. These little attempts at misdirection fooled the general public in Ridgway’s favor and precious time and resources were wasted forensically testing these items.
When Ridgway began dumping victims in the Portland area law enforcement incorrectly believed that their killer had moved and they minimized their efforts in Seattle, falling right into Ridgway’s trap. The killer also changed his car regularly and made sure that he created false trails. Ridgway changed his car often, he used his own cars sometimes but he also drove his brother’s truck, his parents station wagon and his girlfriend’s/wives’ cars. As many know Gary was employed as a truck painter. He spent a lot of his time at home painting and working on his cars, removing and replacing canopies and just in general altering his vehicles. This allowed Ridgway to move about more freely as he was not seen in only one type of car. This is in stark contrast to Ted who repeatedly used his tan colored bug until it was linked to the murders. At that point Bundy would use Liz Kendall’s bug or make slight modifications to his own car but these efforts paled in comparison to Ridgway’s efforts to conceal his vehicles.
Ridgway also made sure the women he killed were clean when he dumped their bodies. He would have them shower and used the bathroom before his crimes, which had a three-fold purpose. First it put his victims at ease around him. Second, it made his clean up easier (victims wet themselves when being strangled and Gary didn’t like doing extra laundry), and third it removed evidence from his victims’ bodies. This is a just another example of how Ridgway was able go undetected for so long. He thought about his crimes, learned things and then changed his methods to iron out bumps in his murderous plans.
When questioned by investigators he always had explanations for his whereabouts and did not deny “dating” women on the SeaTac strip. Ridgway even used women he had been seeing to create alibis and a false sense of security. In his confession he explained that he would often pick up sex workers for dates repeatedly and not kill or hurt them in order to create a facade that he was a nice guy.
All of these things suggest that Ridgway wasn’t the bumbling criminal he was made out to be.
Another misconception in the Green River case regards victimology. Many people seem to think that all of Ridgway’s victims were sex workers which is simply not true. Contrary to popular belief some of the Green River victims were not prostitutes, although most did lead high risk lifestyles and were part of the “scene” as Bundy called it. Many were homeless, addicts, sex workers, exotic dancers, and hitch hikers, but not all. Carol Ann Christensen had no connections to this scene at all and worked as a waitress at a bar and grill near the airport. Opal Mills, a local high school student, had no arrests for prostitution (or anything else) but was known to hitch hike. Cheryl Wims was not a known sex worker but did struggle with addiction to drugs and alcohol. Ridgway’s victimology was actually much broader than most people assume.
Bundy used this misinformation about GRK’s victims to “prove” that he was a better criminal than the Riverman as Bundy abducted low risk victims, even though we know Bundy killed at least several hitchhikers who were unfortunate enough to get in his car. And Bundy, ever the coward, often chose very small willowy women to victimize. Ridgway on the other hand was physically strong even though he appeared slight. Ridgway was able to control and subdue many women, and while many were small and young some of his victims outweighed him, and a few were taller than him. My point being, both men were cowards and monsters who took advantage of all types of women, their victimology is not that different. Both men killed both low risk and high-risk victims, but of course Bundy doesn’t like to focus on his high-risk victims.
The abduction and murders of women not in the scene, (waitresses, moms at bus stops, and daycare workers) demonstrates that Ridgway was intelligent and organized enough to pull off meticulous crimes which were never solved... he just preferred easier targets.
Another misconception about Ridgway is that he was only was allowed to kill due to the women he victimized; this is a partial misconception. In 1982, right after the first several bodies were found floating in the Green River, a task force was formed made up of 25 detectives from both the city of Kent and King County. For the next 19 years, as many as 40 detectives at a time (70 people if you include officers and support staff) worked solely on this case. At its smallest, 4 or 6 detectives were at work following up on tips. For years, evidence was collected. Men were followed and interviewed. Suspect lists were compiled. When this crime spree occurred, there was no AFIS (automated finger print identification system), no DNA testing, and little cooperation between agencies. A single finger print could take two months to process. Then it had to be compared manually and sent from state to state to check for matches. At the end of the day, the tab for this investigation cost a whopping $30 million dollars.
In the late 1980s detective Matt Haney had a hunch that Ridgway was the most likely killer but it took years for his suspicions to be proved. Using a tip from Marie Malvar’s family, he collected Ridgeway’s DNA in 1987, the same year DNA testing became available. Most other detectives believed other, better suspects were the ones to blame.
Despite the best technology at the time and Haney’s suspicions, Ridgway was not caught. As mentioned above, Ridgway was always a Green River suspect. From his first arrest for solicitation in 1982 until the day he was apprehended Ridgway was among the hundreds of men suspected of being the killer. Despite being on this list, Ridgway evaded capture because on paper, he was a poor suspect. Ridgway was a very typical man in both appearance and life style. He held down the same job for years. He was married and even fathered a son. In his life he was generally even keeled and unremarkable. He was investigated by the Green River Task force several times. Gary’s coworkers even named him “Green River Gary” a moniker he hated, but even his coworkers claimed they were just teasing the awkward guy at work, they did not actually believe he was capable of committing such atrocities.
Moreover, Ridgway had no record of violent offenses. Several violent crimes from his past would come out once he was arrested, but none of these were on his official police record. In the early 80s he was accused of assaulting a sex worker, but the charges were dropped when the woman did not want to testify. Ridgway also had a juvenile record for stabbing a 6-year-old boy, but being a juvenile at the time those records were sealed.
Ridgway was always willing to work with investigators and readily admitted he “dated” women on the SeaTac strip. He allowed himself to be interviewed but nothing solid was ever linked to him. He even gave hair samples and passed two polygraphs. Additionally, Ridgway gained the trust of many working girls he did not kill. He purposely left many women he “dated” unharmed. Some prostitutes who were interviewed by the task force inadvertently protected Ridgway by painting the picture that he was a harmless John who showed them pictures of his son and was polite. Sometimes, he even bought them burgers to eat. This misdirection on Ridgway’s part was just one reason he was never apprehended.
Ridgway was so different than any other captured serial killer at the time that the FBI had to change their profiling techniques and knowledge of serial killers completely when Ridgeway was caught. From the 1980s when profiling was in its infancy until the early 2000s, it was generally believed that serial killers had high IQ's and were of above average intelligence. It was believed that serial killers had a hard time staying in relationships or keeping down jobs. Further, many experts in the field claimed that serial killers basked in the glory of their evil deeds, taunted police, and watched news coverage of their crimes. It was also taken as gospel that serial killers could not stop once they started killing and in general killers did not cross racial lines. None of these things applied to Gary Ridgway, adding to law enforcement’s belief that he was not a “good suspect.” (While Ridgway did write one anonymous letter to a newspaper, he did not aggressively flaunt his suspect status, or openly taunt police as some of the other men did.)
When DNA linked Ridgway to his murders, task force members weren’t totally shocked but they were surprised that it did not match one of the better suspects such as Melvyn Foster, William J. Stevens II, or any one of the violent pimps, husbands, boyfriends and exes who had been interviewed. They assumed their killer would be one of the men with more violence in his background, possibly a rape conviction, or one of suspects taunting them with letters and phone calls, but it wasn’t. Only detective Matt Haney wasn’t surprised.
As the phrase goes, hind sight is 20/20. I think this is a good saying to remember with this case. Once Ridgway was arrested many pieces fell into place and it painted a picture of an unhinged killer roaming King County, but no one piece of evidence was a smoking gun in this case. Ridgway dressed like the killer, plaid shirts and jeans but so did half of the working-class men in King County. Ridgway drove vehicles similar to the one reported by many witnesses, but how many men drove by the airport in tan or blue pickups and aged station wagons? Marie Malvar’s boyfriend was convinced Gary’s truck was the one he saw Marie climb into before her disappearance, but when Ridgway’s home was searched nothing of Marie’s was there. Investigators hit a brick wall, but kept Gary Ridgway in the back of their minds. Every little piece of evidence was part of a puzzle in this case but nothing conclusively tied Ridgway to anything more than being a client of many of the working girls in the area. This tip by Marie’s family and boyfriend was what lead Det. Haney to collect Ridgway’s DNA in ’87.
NOTE- before I go on, I just want to say that it would be naïve of me to pretend that the victims’ professions and life styles did not affect the investigation. It absolutely did. It affected public perceptions, law enforcement response, and media attention and these women did not receive the same attention as the Ted victims from seven years prior. For example, in late 1983, citizens called for a public forum and called for an “end of prostitution.” Detective Mullinax suggested that the killer was the problem, not the prostitutes and there were some very awkward moments before the citizens told him they just wanted Seattle to be free of sex workers. This was just one example of the public opinion not being kind to these women.
In this piece, I simply want to point out that law enforcement response was not as minimal as some people make it out to be. There have been many cases where law enforcement has completely dropped the ball when investigating the murders and disappearances of sex workers such as the Grim Sleeper investigation, but I do not think the Green River Task force deserves to be placed in the same category.
Additionally, if Ridgway was not caught ONLY because the police blatantly disregarded the cases of sex workers, then why wasn’t he caught after killing daycare worker Maureen Freeney? Or blonde waitress Carol Anne Christensen? But all measures these two women came from caring families, were white, and did not live in the scene, and were reported missing right away. If Ridgway was only going free due to poor law enforcement response, then he should have been caught after the deaths of the women above, but he was not.
Because of the nature of Ridgway’s victims, media coverage was initially slim and many victims of Ridgway were never reported missing at all. Gary Ridgway was convicted or 49 murders although he admitted to over 71. In recent articles Ridgway has even confessed to leaving 80 bodies in King County alone. Investigators doubt King County was the only county that Ridgway operated in and it is generally believed that a string of bodies found in Tacoma and Portland, Oregon were the work of the Riverman. Some of those women are discussed below. Because of this information I am inclined to believe that Ridgway has many, many more victims who have never been found, who are unidentified, who were never reported missing or whose deaths were attributed to other things. Many missing women have been placed on the “Green River List” because the pool of potential victims is much larger than only missing sex workers. With the addition of these victims I think it is very possible that Ridgway’s victim count far surpasses any official numbers and may make him one of the worst serial killers in America.
Some of the women I believe were victimized by Ridgway are profiled below.
In conclusion, all of these things point to Ridgway being a much more prolific, cunning killer than many have made him out to be. If Ridgway’s known victim count is 70 (charged with 49) and he himself claims there is 80 bodies in King County alone, I think it is safe to assume the real number may be closer to 100.
Ridgway has only been charged with homicides if he both confessed to and there was one or more pieces of evidence against him. For example, if he led investigators to a body he was charged with that murder and all the murders of the women he left in the same cluster. He has also been charged with other cases if there was circumstantial evidence, fiber evidence, paint chip evidence, or DNA. He has not been charged with the murders of women still missing or women whose cases cannot be linked to him in corroborating way, which is why the confession list is so much longer than the charged list. Also please remember that mass murders are not known for their honesty and we have to take confessions with a grain of salt.
The official Green River Victim list is challenging to compile because different agencies have different lists, some add women are still missing while others add only known homicides. Some add all suspected victims, some do not. Some add victims to the list only if Ridgway is the prime suspect, and other lists add victims whose cases have other prime suspects but Ridgway is still a possibility.
Below I have completed write ups of women I believe were victims of Ridgway as well as a section to remember his proven victims, both known and unknown.
NOTE- I want this section to tell the women’s stories in a respectful way and initially I did not want to focus on either their professions or their physical appearances, but I was also wanted this section to be authentic and I don’t want to sugar coat any of these stories. For many of the victims there is very, very little information available. I think this is why sometimes their appearances are mentioned as it sounds better to say “At age 21, she was a tall woman with thick red hair and a great smile” rather than she died at 21. Additionally, some of these victims’ stories are not very pleasant and a in a few cases information from family and friends is unflattering or downright negative (Wendy Coffield and Marta Reeves specifically). Rather than skip these women or pretend these things did not occur I chose to include them in the summaries below. I added as many positives as I could and tried (key word tried) to shy away from information solely about their appearances or criminal records but sometimes no other information is available. I hope everyone can understand that my intention is to remember these women and their lives in the best possible way while realizing that not everything is positive. I ask you for only respect down in the comments. Thank you.
In remembrance
Gary Ridgway pled guilty to the homicides of the 49 people profiled in this piece. (Because this is a mystery sub reddit and the write-up will have to be put into broken into several pieces, I will begin with the Jane Does Ridgway confessed to killing. All other victims both potential and confirmed are placed in chronological order to the best of my ability.)
Jane Doe B-10 was a murder victim who was found in 1984, near the remains of Cheryl Wims. She was a white female between the ages of 12 and 19. She most likely died in the summer of 1983. She may have had brown hair and was around 5’5’ and 120 lbs. She was likely left-handed. She had a healed injury to the front of the left side of her skull. She is not Rose Cole, Janel Peterson, Susan Cappel, Lisa Dickinson, Wendy Huggy, Kase Lee, Keli McGinnis, Anna Anderson, Kristi Vorak, Amy Matthews, Teresa Hammon, Cheryl Wyant, Denise Dorfman, Carol Edwards, Linda Jackson, Angela Meeker, Andria Bailey, Dean Peters, Joan Hall, Patricia LeBlanc, MaryJo Long, or Kerry Johnson.
Jane Doe B-17’s bones were found twice. Some bones were found in 1984 and some more were found in 1986. She was most likely a white female, aged 14-19, around 5’4”- 5’8” and average weight, around 120-140 lbs. She most likely died in 1983. Ridgway said she died in Spring or Summer 1983. Isotope testing shows she is possibly from the Northern United states (Alaska, Montana, Idaho, North Dakota) or Canada. She is not Rose Cole, Janel Peterson, Susan Cappel, Lisa Dickinson, Wendy Huggy, Kase Lee, Keli McGinnis, Anna Anderson, Kristi Vorak, Linda Jackson, Andria Bailey, Joan Hall, Patricia LeBlanc, MaryJo Long, Carol Donn, Barbara Cotton, Pollyanne Carter or Kerry Johnson.
Jane Doe B- 20 was a murder victim who was discovered in 2003 after Ridgway led investigators to her body. Her skull was not recovered so no composite can be made and no race can be determined. She died in between 1973-1993 but most likely died in the late 1970s. She was likely 13-24 years old. Ridgway says she was a white woman about 20 years old with brown or blonde shoulder length hair who he killed in Summer ’82 or ’83. Ridgeway claims to have started his crime spree in ’82 but it could have been earlier. He does not remember killing anyone in the 1970s but admits it is possible. Jane Doe B-20 is not Keli McGinnis, Andria Bailey, Cora McGuirk, or Deborah Tomlinson.
Wendy Lee Coffield was a young woman whom life had never treated kindly. She was a junior high dropout, a chronic runaway, and a hitchhiker. She never had the chance to land on her feet and start over. She was only 16 when she was murdered in 1982. To add insult to injury, her own family even said they weren’t surprised when her “lifestyle” caught up with her. Gisele A. Lovvorn was a 17-year-old Dead Head and free spirit who wandered the country watching Grateful Dead shows with her on again off again boyfriend. In early high school was a straight A student before dropping out. In the summer of 1982, she called her parents in California to tell them she was going to travel home and re-enroll in high school. She left her apartment one Saturday in July at 1 pm to “turn 3 or 4 tricks” she never made it home and her parents were never able to see their free-spirited daughter again. Debra Lynn Bonner was 22 when her body was found in the Green River. She had dreams of getting a GED and joining the navy but an abusive relationship and addiction lead her to a life on the streets. Despite her profession, Debra called her parents regularly and was trying to pay off her debt (She had several unpaid tickets in Tacoma). She was planning to visit her father after he had an eye operation but she never made it home. Marcia Faye Chapman nicknamed Tiny, was a mother of three who engaged in sex work only to support the three children she loved so much. She left her apartment one August evening and disappeared into the night. She was only 31 years old. Cynthia Jean Hinds had no criminal record but frequented the streets of south Seattle. Everybody called the 17-year-old her nickname, Cookie. Her boyfriend and probable pimp reported that he last saw her get into a black Jeep on August 11th 1982. Her body was later recovered from the Green River. Opal Charmaine Mills was a biracial 16-year-old who, according to her brother, struggled to fit in in a racially divided world. She never got the chance to learn to be comfortable in her own skin because she disappeared after going to work in 1982. An occasional hitch hiker, Opal had no other links to the “scene.” Opal and her friend Cookie (Hinds) had been hired to do some painting near Angel Lake park. Opal called her parents to pick her up from work, but she never made it home. Terry Renee Milligan, a 15-year-old, hadn’t been seen for several weeks when her live-in boyfriend reported her missing and then immediately skipped town. Terry was a bright student who wanted to study computer science in college and dreamed of going to Yale. Terry gave birth to a son as a teenager and her hopes of college changed course, although friends have always explained that Terry adored her son and care of him the best she could. She was also musically inclined and sang in the church band all throughout her childhood. She was seen last arguing with another woman outside her apartment after that she disappeared. Mary Bridgett Meehan was adopted as a young child and grew up in Bellevue, a wealthy suburb east of Seattle. She was a compassionate soul who loved animals and children. She wanted to be a mother. Two miscarriages at ages 15 and 16 left her broken inside, her family and friends explained that she was never the same. She starting using drugs and drifted around the Seattle area and began engaging in sex work. Later, Mary gave up another baby for adoption after her boyfriend kicked her out because he didn’t want kids. But unfortunately, less than a year later, the cycle began again. Mary was back living with a dead-beat boyfriend and pregnant, except this time she was determined to be a good, stable mother, but she never got the chance. She left her motel room and vanished into the night at 8 months pregnant in September 1982.
Debra Lorraine Estes went by the name Betty Jones on the street. She was barely 15 and had entered the scene five years earlier at age 10. Her parents were always worried for her, driving the streets looking for their daughter and bailing her out of the King County jail under various names and aliases. Her pimp was a sleazy older man whom occasionally lived with her and her friend Becky Marrero. She was last known to be alive in September 1982, but may have been alive into December. Linda Rule’s parents divorced when she was a teen and the family disintegrated with each person taking their own paths. She last seen leaving her apartment and walking to Kmart on Aurora Avenue north, to buy clothes. When she did not arrive back home, her boyfriend assumed she had been arrested, but he couldn’t find her at any of the local jails. He did not think Linda was working as it was rare to see girls working Aurora Avenue during the day time. He immediately filed a missing person’s report. Unlike many other men in this case, her boyfriend was not believed to be a pimp. 16-year-old Linda and her boyfriend were saving up for their wedding and but it would never come.
Denise Darcel Bush, a 23-year-old Portland native had traveled to the SeaTac strip after hearing that money was better in Seattle. She suffered from epilepsy but used medication to keep it under control. She was last seen crossing the street to buy cigarettes. She was never reported missing and her friends all assumed she had simply had decided to go back to Portland. At the time, it was hard to know if she or many of the other girls left willingly or suffered a much worse fate. Shawnda Leea Summers from Bellevue, Washington loved going to the beach. She was last seen at the same intersection on the strip, the day after Denise Bush was last seen. She was not reported missing for months and some girls thought she had moved to Portland to work. Her parents looked for her whenever they could but Shawnda would never reach her 19th birthday.
Shirley Marie Sherrill at age 19 was described as tall and beautiful. She was last seen in the China town area of Seattle having lunch with a friend. They both left the restaurant to work and were picked up by different men. Shirley was never seen again. Like Shawnda and Denise, she disappeared in October 1982. Becky Marrero was the 20-year-old friend of Debra Estes. The two lived together at a motel on the SeaTac strip on and off. In the fall of 1982, Becky left her two-year-old son with her parents and told them she was leaving for a while and going to a place that “babies shouldn’t be”, but she would be back eventually. She packed her bags, borrowed some money from her father to rent a room and vanished. Becky was registered as living at a motel on the strip until December 1st ’82, along with her friend Debra Estes. She never made it home for Christmas like she said she would. Colleen Renee Brockman was 15 years old when she was last seen alive. She worked the SeaTac strip, but her friend Bunny and other girls still thought she was naïve. She trusted her customers wholeheartedly and enjoyed the gifts and dinner dates she got from johns. She was identified through the braces that were still on her teeth when her skull was found in Pierce County years after she was last seen. Delores Lavern Williams was a tall, slender, African American girl with a lovely smile. She worked near the Red Lion hotel near the airport and generally “dated” wealthier, traveling johns. In early 1983 locals and friends realized they hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. She was reported missing. She was only 17 years old. Alma Ann Smith hailed from wine country and was born in Walla Walla Washington. In the 8th or 9th grade she began traveling to Seattle alone on the weekends, something that confused her younger friends. She eventually moved to Seattle and was last seen entering a blue truck with a very average looking male. Gail Matthews was drifting through life in her mid-20s. She lived with her boyfriend, Curt in south Seattle. The couple did odd jobs, tried to win money by gambling, and hitchhiked around the area. Gail would occasionally come home with money that Curt assumed she made doing sex work but he wasn’t sure and didn’t want to ask about it. He saw Gail leave the bar they were at together saying she was going to “make some money”. He later saw her in a car with an average looking white guy with a mustache. For some reason the scene chilled him and he knew Gail was in trouble because she looked scared. He waited for Gail to come home but she never appeared. Curt called the police and the Gail’s family. Gail’s ex-husband had custody of their children, but he was worried about the young woman who he remembered as a meandering soul who wanted to be an artist. A missing person report would be filed in April 1983. Andrea M. Childers moved from California to Washington to move in with her father and step mother. She was a wonderful dancer who wanted to be a dance instructor to children. She taught a dance exercise class and was close to her elderly grandmother. At 16 she left her family home and was never seen again. Sandra K. Gabbert was called “Sand-e” by her family and was known as Smurf on the street. She was on the varsity basketball team in high school before dropping out at age 17. Sand-e moved in with her teenage boyfriend and started working on the SeaTac strip. Sand-e told her mother that she made more in turning one trick than she did working a whole week at KFC. Her mother understood her daughter’s desperation and commissioned her to “be careful.” They also talked about taking a trip to sunny California sometime. That was the last time Sand-e and her mother even spoke. Kimi Kai Pitsor street name Melinda was a happy 16-year-old who loved glitter, unicorns, and the color purple which was fitting for the young woman whose native Hawaiian name means “golden sea at dawn.” Kimi Kai always wanted to be an adult and when she turned 16, she left home to move in with her boyfriend/protector in downtown Seattle. Her boyfriend last saw her talking to a date in a blue pickup. She never made it home and her boyfriend called the police with the description of the vehicle. She had left home and entered the scene less than two months before. Tragically, Kimi Kai was the third of Joyce Pitsor’s three children to pass away. Kimi Kai’s two older siblings died as infants. Kimi Kai’s mother, Joyce later adopted three other children. Sandra D. Major was from Rochester, New York. Her family knew she worked as a prostitute and while they weren’t thrilled with her lifestyle, they always kept in touch and “loved her the same.” The last contact the Majors had with Sandra was a post card sent from Seattle. After that they lost touch. Sandra was believed to be last seen on Aurora Avenue north in 1983 at age 20. A TV in program in 2013 highlighted the unidentified victims of the Green River Killer, prompting the family to contact the police. Sandra was identified and laid to rest. The family gave a brief interview in which they asked for privacy. Because of this very little is known about Sandra’s personal life.
Marie Malvar’s came from a large Filipino family. At 18 she had left home but called her parents and siblings regularly. Marie’s boyfriend saw her enter a blue truck and drive away. She was gone a while and he decided to track down the truck. He drove where he saw the truck go but couldn’t find Marie or the vehicle. He was hesitant to contact the police due to their backgrounds and was even more scared to tell Marie’s parents about her profession. After 4 day had passed her boyfriend, brother, and parents went to the police station to report Marie missing. They even drove around with police until they found a similar looking truck. Police questioned the man and took down his information. His name was Gary Ridgway. But Marie wasn’t in his house and he had no record of note, so the police left. The man was one name among hundreds that they took back to the task force offices.
These sources are a good place to begin
Green River Running Red by Ann Rule
The Riverman: Ted Bundy and I hunt for the Green River Killer by Bob Keppel and William Birnes
The Search for the Green River Killer: The True Story of America's Most Prolific Serial Killer by Carlton Smith and Tomas Guillen
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2017.10.16 18:51 mybeautifulwickednes 48 HOURS

I couldn’t remember. The sound of the kitchen clock mounted on the wall next to me ticked away the time - mocking me, emphasizing the missing hours that I could not account for. I heard distant sirens piercing the still evening air through the open window, coming closer as I sat there, confused and shaking at my kitchen table.
48 hours ago, at around 9 pm on Tuesday, I decided to take a walk down the country road, like Maggie and I used to do. Of course I was alone this time, but I felt a sudden urge to get out and stretch my legs.
Except for the sound of crickets chirping, it’s mostly quiet at night out here in the country - rarely does a car even pass by. The road is bordered by fields and the occasional house on one side, a dried up creek and a tangle of trees on the other. Walking at night had been a frequent activity for Maggie and I. We had moved out here for the quiet, open spaces. We savored our rural life, and there was no better time to appreciate our surroundings than at night, strolling hand in hand under a canopy of stars.
Since Maggie’s death, I hadn’t been out walking. I rarely left the house. But that night I figured it would help me quiet my mind, and give me a short reprieve from the constant reminders of her that are scattered everwhere throughout our home - items that painfully remind me every day that she’s gone...the mug that she used to drink her coffee from each morning, waiting in vain on the cupboard shelf for her sleepy touch; the thickly knit throw on the sofa that she used to wrap herself in like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and which still vaguely smells of her perfume; the photo taken last year on her birthday, her smiling face gazing out at me every time I walk down the hallway where it’s hung - a cruel illusion that all is well. It hasn’t been well since she died.
Whenever I walk at night,I wear a headlight, fastened to my forehead so I can see the potholed road in front of me. When I headed out two days ago, the air was thick with fog, and my light cut dully through the white mist like a lighthouse beacon. The night was quiet other than the sound of my shoes on the pavement and my own steady breathing.
I was fast approaching my turn-around point about a mile from my house, where an old tractor, long abandoned - sits rusting in high, untended grass about 10 yards from the road. It belongs to Bill Perkins, who apparently gave up farming his acreage years ago. I could see his decrepit farmhouse and barn hunched in the shadows less just a few yards further up the road.
That’s when I felt it. The uneasy sensation of being watched. I stopped, and did a 360 in the middle of the road, instinctively reaching for my jack knife, a gift from Maggie. There had been a couple of cougar sightings in recent weeks, and I had placed the 7 inch blade in my sweatshirt pocket on the way out, just in case. Not that it would have done much good. Cougars are silent stalkers, and I was pretty sure if an attack happened, my throat would be ripped out before I could get the dagger out and raised to defend myself.
I couldn’t make out anything unusual, but my visibility was next to nothing that night. Being a little spooked - and since I was just about where I would usually turned around anyways, I decided to head back home But as soon as I started walking back in that direction, I heard a loud crack, like a branch being broken off. I spun my head in the direction of the sound, the light bouncing off a grove of trees that stood alongside the narrow creek bed. And that’s when I saw it.
A figure stood deep in the shadows, barely illuminated by the headlight, which was diffused and weakened by the layers of fog that hung like gauze in the night air. From a distance, it looked like a woman. I could make out long strands of hair hanging from her head, a head which sat strangely askew, not quite right. The face was hidden, but she appeared to be wearing a dress, ripped and much too thin for the weather that night.
“Hello?” I called out, the sound of my own voice in the darkness startling me. “Are...are you okay?” Silence greeted me, the figure unmoving but looking straight at me. Wondering if it was a shadow’s trick, and not trusting my own eyes, I took a couple of steps toward the person. “Hello?” I said again, feeling the hairs rise on the back of my neck, my unease growing. Still no answer.
I took another step, then another, squinting in that direction, the flat of my hand over my brow - as if that would help me to see any better that murky night. And then I stopped. My knees were suddenly weak, the blood between my ears loud and rushing along with the pounding of my heart.
“” I could feel my sense of sanity snap just like that branch. It wasn’t possible, but it was her...Maggie - or some life-sized rag doll that resembled Maggie. Her shoulders were hunched up around her neck, appearing to be pulled up by hidden strings. The rest of her body was standing, but appeared limp and lifeless. And her face - which I could finally make out, although barely - was a mask of the Maggie I knew. Her but not her.
Although I have tried to forget it, I still remember all too well the way she had looked when I came across her car on that fateful July night. It was late - and I was just returning from a conference in Cleveland. I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend with my wife - one filled with the never ending yet oddly comforting chores of country life, a creaky porch swing, a good book, and a few cold beers.
On Wednesday morning, I had driven myself to the small, local airport 20 miles away, and I was coming back on a Friday night. I knew Maggie was expecting me, though we hadn’t spoken. Cell service had always been sketchy out where we lived, and it was not unusual for me to travel for work. Maggie and I had gotten into a rhythm since we had moved out of the city and into our old farmhouse. When I was gone, Maggie - an artist - would spend solitary days in her studio out back, swearing that she did her best work when she had only her own company to keep.
I had expected her to be home, probably snuggled in bed with the New York Times crossword puzzle and her mug of Earl Grey tea, as was her nightly ritual. So when I saw what looked like her car in my headlights off to the side of the road about a quarter mile off the highway turnoff, I was caught off guard. What was she doing out? Then I saw that the front of the car was like a metal accordion, smashed against a large tree standing next to a sharp curve in the road. I could see that one of its lower branches had skewered the front windshield.
Thinking back, that was the exact moment that my life changed forever. Up until that point, I had been lucky - having largely escaped life’s tragedies that - sooner or later - inevitably befall us all. The only hardships that I had experienced thus far in my first 32 years on the planet had consisted of a broken collarbone due to a bike accident when I was 16 and a failed business in my early twenties. My parents were still alive and healthy. Maggie and I had no kids by choice, but we had a close knit family of friends, jobs that paid the bills and then some, and a marriage that was not perfect, but certainly better than most.
That all ended as my car screeched to a halt and I jumped out and ran toward the car, - its headlights still on, illuminating the brush beyond the tree, a clicking sound and angry steam rising from the twisted wreckage. Like something played back in slow motion, I remember yanking the drivers side door open while yelling her name, and then trying to pull her out. She wasn’t budging - and then I realized why. The branch had impaled her against the back of the seat, and she sat there perfectly erect - her eyes staring out blankly, splattered with blood and tissue, her mouth open, frozen in an unfinished scream of terror.
There had been no doubt that she was dead. No time for desperate arguments against a harsh, unrelenting reality, no opportunity for my mind to toe-test grief before taking a headlong plunge into its deep end. Death came calling quite unexpectedly that day, and drove me to my knees as I emitted an animal-like howl of pure anguish.
Is was that face - the same face that I had seen that awful day - staring back at me two nights ago, standing a short distance away on the side of the road. Eyes vacant, mouth agape, vivid red splatters glistening in the light and dripping wetly from the hair that hung around her shoulders. I stood paralyzed for a moment, and then I rushed toward her. My wife. My Maggie. My logical brain halted, as I laughed and cried like a crazy person.
She was icy cold when I touched her, and remained stiff and unmoving as I pulled her to my chest. Her dress still had leaves and twigs poking through the thin cotton fabric. The scene of the accident was about two miles up the road. The tree was just a stump now - I took a chainsaw to it shortly after her death. I hadn’t been able to look at it whenever I drove past. I hated that tree.
I remember looking down, seeing the gaping hole in her chest. And there was blood. So much blood. I stood their clutching her, overcome with a tidal wave of emotions. Fear, relief, happiness, sadness, disbelief - all of these feelings assailed me as I tried to reconcile what I was seeing with the laws of the universe that I had heretofore believed to be true. After a moment, with what appeared to be a great deal of effort, Maggie’s turned her head toward me and in a thin, raspy voice, whispered something in my ear.
But now, sitting here in my kitchen, I couldn’t remember what she had said or anything that happened afterwards.
Knocking the side of my head with the palm of my hand, as if I could somehow dislodge the mystery trapped inside it - I couldn’t grasp a single tendril of memory that could account for the past two days. Like a ring of exhaled cigarette smoke that briefly hangs in the air before dissipating - a smoker’s trick - a brief glimpse of that lost time managed to slip elusively out of my grasp whenever I tried to reach out for it.
I looked at the date on my phone again. 48 hours after I had set out on my walk. 48 hours of...nothing. Somehow I had gotten back to the house, but I didn’t remember how or when. I merely woke from whatever fugue-like state I had been in, and discovered myself sitting there at my kitchen table.
The sirens were getting louder . Strangely panicked - I wondered...were they coming for me? I rose on unsteady legs and walked over to the window that was above the kitchen sink and looked out over my front yard. And then I saw it. My jack knife. It was laying in the sink, covered in blood. Blood ran in streaks from its silver blade and made bright red rivulets toward the drain. I could see bloody handprints on its carved ivory handle. I picked it up, my hands shaking violently as I stared down in disbelief.
With growing horror, I noticed something else. My hands were also covered in blood, peeking out from under my nails and smeared dryly around my knuckles. Looking down at my sweatshirt - the same light blue hoodie I had been wearing on my walk - I could see that it was covered in dark stains. A sudden wave of nausea hit me, and I leaned over, retching bile from my empty stomach into the sink.
The sirens had wailed to a stop somewhere nearby and I noticed the sight and smell of a grey geyser of smoke billowing into a now cloudless indigo sky. But I was far too upset to worry about what that meant. I turned on the faucet and watched the water flow into the sink, washing the blood away as it streamed pinkly down the drain. The water warmed up and I put both hands underneath its flow. I squirted soap on my palms and rubbed them together to remove the blood, but also because it stopped them from shaking uncontrollably. I could hear my breath coming in short, ragged hitches as hot tears stung my eyes.
Something terrible had happened. But I wasn’t sure what.
After I had thoroughly cleaned everything off, I went outside and dropped my knife into the well, hearing the soft “plunk” as it hit the shallow water pooled several feet down at the bottom. I went back inside and peeled off my sweatshirt and jeans and threw them in the fireplace. Grabbing some kindling and a couple of logs that sat in a basket by the hearth, I lit a fire and watched it grow, using a poker to encourage the flames as they turned my clothes first bright orange, and then black.
I stood in front of the fireplace, shivering, but not from the cold, as I watched the fire consume...consume what? The evidence? Evidence of what? What had I done? I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember, no matter how desperately I tried. How had blood gotten everywhere? I checked my body for injuries - and without relief - determined the blood definitely wasn’t mine. I tried to keep calm despite the heavy weight of panic in my chest and the sudden urge to dry heave again
After I finished burning my clothing, I took a shower. It was scalding, and I stood for a half-hour under the hot spray, scrubbing every inch of my skin mercilessly until it was red and raw from both heat and friction. I kept seeing the bloody vision of my dead wife standing in the woods. I couldn’t get the image out of my head, but I also couldn’t reach beyond it.
I reluctantly got out of the shower, and put on an old t-shirt and boxers. Suddenly I felt more tired than I had ever felt in my life. Had I been awake for the last 2 days? Why can’t I remember?
It was as if I was watching a movie and the cable suddenly cut out right after the opening scene set up. I had no idea what happened after I saw Maggie, after she had whispered something in my ear. I couldn’t even remember what she had said, although I had some vague sense that it had filled me with horror. Horror and something else...but what?
Despite my exhaustion, I slept fitfully. Shadowy images flashed in nightmares that began to dissipate the second I was startled awake by sheer terror... a barn door... something that looked like a gurney... a lantern flickering in a dark corner. Just whisps, nothing I could latch onto. I didn’t even know if the dreams were memories, fantasy, or a combination of both. I just knew that my subconscious had led me down a dark path that my waking brain had no intention of following.
When the cold light of dawn began peeking through my blinds, I got up and made myself a pot of coffee. Nothing seemed amiss, the fire was long cold, the sink now white and innocent of any color other than a couple of dark scrapes where the porcelain had been chipped by a carelessly tossed skillet. As I sipped the caffeine, and my mind began to fully awaken, I started wondering if the night before was just a bad dream. But then what had happened to the previous two days? I still had no answer.
I did know one thing though. I was starving and there was very little in the fridge to eat. I got dressed, and then headed into town. I needed to eat something, but I wanted to escape the house for other reasons too. I needed fresh air. Needed the reassurance of watching other human beings going about their day.
As I rumbled down the road in my old pickup truck, I grew increasingly unsettled, as I approached the spot where I had seen Maggie. When I got to where she'd been standing in the grove of trees, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Just trees. No ghost. I saw a firetruck and a couple of cop cars parked just a little up the way in Bill’s driveway. I had forgotten about the smoke and sirens I had heard last night. I slowed to a stop and rolled down my window.
"Everything okay?" I asked the two officers that were standing next to one of the patrol cars.
One of them shook his head morosely. “Guys’ barn caught fire last night. Looks like he was inside when it happened. Went up like a torch. Poor bastard.”
I sat there stunned for a moment, the engine idling. I stared out past the house and there, just to the east, was what was left of the barn. It had been reduced to a couple of heavily charred support beams surrounding some old metal equipment, now covered in a blanket of ash. I mumbled some kind of numb condolence although none of us really knew the guy.
Bill was a recluse ever since Maggie and I had moved to the quiet of rural Mason County a little over a year ago. As a matter of fact, I could only remember seeing him twice, both times when he was out getting his mail at the top of his driveway as we drove past. Both times, Maggie and I had smiled and waved at him, as people out in the country were wont to do. Both times he had merely scowled back at us. He was a big, ugly guy in dirty overalls with thinning hair that was long and unkempt. He looked to be in his fifties, but I know people who have lived hard lives and it ages them prematurely, so I was just guessing.
Even though the name Perkins was written on the mailbox, we thereafter simply referred to him as Banjo Bill. A couple of our friends who had lived in the county their whole lives had had brief run-ins with Bill Perkins, and they said the encounters were far from pleasant. Supposedly Banjo Bill’s body odor and temperament were as unfortunate as his looks. On the apparently rare occasions that he did venture into town, people went out of their way to avoid him.
I drove on, averting my eyes as usual as I passed the place where Maggie had died, and then turned onto the highway toward town.
The barn fire was nearly two months ago. I put my house up for sale a week after the fire. It hasn’t sold yet and I’m not sure if it ever will now. I’m moving anyway.
I look around the living room, surveying the boxes that surround me as I wait for the moving van to arrive. I’m not really sure what good moving will do. Thoughts of Maggie’s death will still torment me, I’m sure. But I am hoping distance and a new beginning will make them haunt my dreams a little less as time goes by.
I leased an apartment in Chicago. I need to be surrounded by people, noise, highrises. The quiet of the country that I once craved is like torture now, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts
It has been reported in the paper that Banjo Bill was much more than just an unfriendly recluse. The headlines have been dominated for weeks with the story of the “Madman of Mason County.” Picking through the rubble of his burned out barn, officials had discovered signs of a torture chamber of sorts. There was a metal bed salvaged from an abandoned asylum that had had thick leather straps to hold a person down. They discovered what had been an entire wall for his sickening devices of torture - clamps, horse sized syringes, sharp blades, hammers, a propane torch - all of which had remained attached to their hooks after the fire - still hanging there - damning testaments to Perkin's evil.
The paper reported that the fire had probably started when Perkins accidentally knocked over a gas lantern, which ignited a box where Banjo Bill kept detailed journals of all of his activities in the barn. He had titled these “kill journals” with the first name of each of his victims. Only a few of the journals were intact enough after the fire to read some of the carefully transcribed and detailed accounts of what he’d done, but it was rumored that there was enough there to make the hardened police detective that stumbled across them physically ill. Maggie and I had been one of his closest neighbors - but apparently no one was close enough to hear the screams of his victims.
The remains of a dozen victims had already been unearthed on his property and the police department had indicated that they would likely find more.
After the night of the fire, I continued to have nightmares, but my nightmares became clearer and more focused with each passing night. It seemed that the further I got away from those missing 48 hours, the more in-focus my memory of them had became.
I remember most of those two days now. More than I would ever want to remember. The amnesia that had so mercifully protected me those first few nights eventually gave way to a grim and horrifying reality. The reality of what had actually happened to Maggie while I was away at that conference, and the reality of what I had done when I finally learned the truth. The truth that she had whispered in my ear on that fateful night when I saw her standing in the woods.
Now I know that on that night, I crept up Bill Perkin’s driveway. Finding an overgrown hedge to take cover behind, I located two large rocks, and promptly threw one through the windshield of the car parked outside the front door. It was an old car, so no alarm went off, but the sound of glass shattering was loud enough for Banjo Bill to hear it from inside the house. The front screen door slammed open and he came outside, letting loose a stream of obscenities as he went.
He didn’t have a working porch light, and it was dark outside. I knew his eyes would take a few seconds to adjust, and I didn’t wait for that to happen. Leaping out from behind the bushes, I ran toward him and with both hands brought the rock up high and then sent it crashing down upon his head, sending him crumpling to the ground, out for the count.
When he came to, about an hour later, he was strapped to the gurney inside his barn. I could see the confusion in his eyes as it slowly dawned on him where he was, realized that he was couldn’t move, and then saw me sitting nearby, his latest journal opened on my lap, patiently waiting for him to wake up so that I could begin. “Maggie was my wife,” was all I said as I stared at him. His look of confusion turned into one of abject terror.
It was all there in the journal that he had labeled simply Maggie. Exactly what he had done to her. Along with his self-satisfied smugness that he had gotten away with it. Maggie was a bit trickier than his usual prey, which tended toward prostitutes and transient women passing through town, escaping from whatever demons lurked in their past. The type of women no one would miss. The type of women no nosy cops would come around asking questions about.
But Maggie...well - according to Banjo Bill - she might as well have presented herself on a silver platter. It was the first night I was in Chicago, and Maggie had headed out after dinner for the two mile walk, alone like she was on many other nights when I was away for work. It was supposed to be safe out there in the country. Not like the urban jungles we had lived in before.
Except that night, Bill the recluse was outside. He was checking the traps he’d set in his overgrown field, where he often found rats that he’d later cook up and eat for dinner. He spotted her walking down the road toward him in the dark. She hadn’t seen him standing there.
By the time she did see him, it was too late. He was on her. Maggie was tough and strong, but at 5’2” and barely over 100 pounds, she was no match for him. With one large hand clamped over her mouth and the other hand gripping her tightly around the waist, he dragged her kicking and screaming toward the barn. Her muffled screams most likely wouldn’t have been heard by anyone. Even if they had been, a person hearing those cries probably would have convinced themselves it was just an animal - a wild pig being taken down by a pack of coyotes, or a horse that had been spooked by something in the dark.
I wish I didn’t know what happened to Maggie over the course of the next 2 days. I don’t know all of the awful details, but I read enough to ensure that I will never be able to get the thought of how she spent the last two days of her life out of my mind. How scared she must have been. How much he had made her suffer before he finally plunged that fatal knife into her heart, and how at the end she had begged for him to do it, begged for him to end her suffering.
Of course, he couldn’t bury her in the yard like the others. Maggie was different. She was someone who’d be missed. He had looked at her driver’s license and knew where she lived. He drove her lifeless body back to our house, where he grabbed our car keys and drove to where the large oak tree stood at a bend in the road. He propped her up behind the wheel and gunned the engine. He bragged in his journal about how perfectly it all turned out. The tree branch and the force of the impact obliterated the proof of the horrors he had inflicted upon her. She had become the victim of an unfortunate car accident, something that happened to thousands of people every year. Tragic, yes. Unusual, no.
Banjo Bill was already back at home watching television when I turned off the highway and discovered her shattered body just a few minutes later.
But now it was his turn to suffer. And I was going to take my sweet time about it. Just as he had with her. And yes - he did scream and cry like a little baby. And yes, at the end, he also begged me to take his life, just as she had.
But in the end, I didn’t plunge my knife in where I knew it would be immediately fatal. Instead, I pulled out my jackknife - the one Maggie had given me as a gift years ago - with it's beautiful hand-carved handle and long silver blade - and I cut deep into his lower groin, disemboweling him as he cried out in agony. His body shook uncontrollably, and blood - mixed with his own waste - spread darkly over the front of what was left of his overalls. I calmly unstrapped him then, and rolled him over, watching as his body landed on the dirt floor with a heavy thud.
He curled up in a fetal position, desperately grasping the intestines that were now spilling out around him on the floor, as if he could somehow put them back in. He was already weakened by blood loss from the various tools I had taken off the wall to use on him one by one. I had experimented with each before returning them to their proper place, and I had done so with the clinical detachment of a scientist in a lab - recreating as best as I could the descriptions of how he’d used those tools on Maggie.
Stepping over his writhing body, I walked over to the lantern, which had been burning nearby, and where I had placed it so he could see exactly what was going to happen to him each step of the way. I dumped out the box of his carefully stored kill journals - there had to have been at least 50 of them and I could see some of their names on top of the sickening pile...Lisa, Barbara, Trena, Jackie, Maggie. Taking a can of kerosene that was sitting on one of the barn shelves, I splashed it all over the pile.
I watched him looking toward me wild eyed, his horrified expression looked like a parent who was about to watch their child be murdered before their eyes. He was babbling incoherently by that point, but it was clear he wanted to stop me from doing what I did next, which was pull a match from my back pocket, unceremoniously light it, and drop it in the center of the pile. The journals caught fire, their dry pages curling and blackening as he cried out in rage and anguish. The old splintered wood of the barn didn’t take long to catch fire as well, and the flames were soon crawling up the side of the wall and toward the rafters above.
I walked outside, but I didn’t leave right away. I waited until I could hear the screams of agony from within those wooden walls as the fire consumed him, finishing the job that I had started two days before. Then I turned and walked slowly toward home.
Once the police started discovering what had been going on in Banjo Bill’s barn, they didn’t seem too interested in finding out exactly what caused the fire. An officer, who was speaking with all the neighbors, stopped by to talk to me a few days afterward, but seemed to lose interest when I told him I usually fell asleep in front of the TV before 9 pm. He had heard that my wife had died in a accident a few months back, and obviously felt sorry for me, and my lonely widow’s existence.
Now I watched as the moving van pulled into my driveway and two beefy guys got out. They looked like they would get this move done in no time. I took one last look at the photo of Maggie that sat on top of the last open box. Reaching down, I slowly brought it up to my lips and kissed it. Thank you for telling me, I said to the smiling face staring back at me. Thank you for being so brave, and saving others from the same horrible fate. Then I placed the frame gently back in the box before closing the flaps and sealing them with strapping tape.
I headed outside to meet the men now walking up toward the front door. It was time for me to move on. Time for me to finally say goodbye to Maggie.
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2017.10.10 18:45 autobuzzfeedbot 5 Moving Memoirs About Family You Must Read This Fall

  1. Lost in the Reflecting Pool: A Memoir by Diane Pomerantz
  2. Sisters First: Stories from Our Wild and Wonderful Life by Jenna Bush Hager and Barbara Pierce Bush
  3. It's My Party: A Memoir by Jeannette Watson
  4. The Glass Castle: A Memoir by Jeannette Walls
  5. Growing Up Fisher: Musings, Memories, and Misadventures by Joely Fisher
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2017.06.08 13:14 feedreddit THROWDOWN THURSDAY: COMEY’s legacy day -- TRUMP leaves hole in schedule during hearing -- THE RNC’S TALKING POINTS and 'suggested tweets' for today’s big event -- SPOTTED at Trump Int’l hotel -- B’DAY: Barbara Bush

THROWDOWN THURSDAY: COMEY’s legacy day -- TRUMP leaves hole in schedule during hearing -- THE RNC’S TALKING POINTS and 'suggested tweets' for today’s big event -- SPOTTED at Trump Int’l hotel -- B’DAY: Barbara Bush
by [email protected] (Daniel Lippman) via POLITICO - TOP Stories
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Good Thursday morning. GET READY FOR THROWDOWN THURSDAY. James Comey’s testimony before the Senate Intel Committee starts at 10 a.m. Today all the networks and all the cables will be live -- with a few of them offering up live streams for free online. And if James Comey’s much buzzed about statement is any indication of his savvy and willingness to dish, Trump will be more than tweeting today. He’ll be seething. Comey’s statement
FOLLOW POLITICO’s two reporters in the hearing room (Hart 216) today: Josh Gerstein (@joshgerstein) and Kyle Cheney (@kyledcheney).
THE PRESIDENT’S THURSDAY -- Trump speaks at the Faith and Freedom Coalition's Road to the Majority Conference at 12:15 p.m., and then will host governors and mayors at the White House for an infrastructure summit at 3:30.
-- NOTES: The president has nothing before his 12:15 speech. Some of the newsiest bits of the hearing will be at the top. THE PRESS BRIEFING TODAY is with Sarah Huckabee Sanders and it will be off camera. Speaker Paul Ryan is holding his weekly press conference at 11:30 a.m. today in the Capitol.
REMEMBER THIS -- Comey isn’t constrained by traditional political considerations. Today will shape his legacy. Our reporting tells us that members of Congress don’t expect him to accuse the president of a crime, but expect him to be extremely open about what transpired behind closed doors. We are told that he will, at times, go beyond what he wrote in his statement.
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THE BIG PICTURE -- NYT, A18 -- “Comey’s Political Shrewdness Is on Display in Tussle With Trump,” by Peter Baker and Glenn Thrush: “The morning, at least, seemed to go reasonably well for President Trump. He announced a new F.B.I. director, and two intelligence chiefs told Congress the president had never pressured them to interfere in the investigation into Russian election meddling.
“And then James B. Comey … dropped the hammer. By authorizing the immediate release of the opening statement he plans to give in his much anticipated appearance before a congressional committee on Thursday, he instantly changed the conversation back to his assertion that the president tried to shut down part of the F.B.I. investigation.
“Mr. Trump may be relatively new to Washington, but Mr. Comey is not. A savvy veteran of the capital who has worked in high positions in multiple administrations, he has usually emerged on top in any internal power struggle. And in the month since his dismissal, Mr. Comey has shown why presidents are normally loath to fire F.B.I. directors.”
THE REPUBLICAN NATIONAL COMMITTEE sent an email at 9:56 p.m. last night to people around town with the subject line: “Talking Points and Digital Packet for Senate Intelligence Committee Hearing.” The first item under “top takeaway” is “President Trump feels completely and totally vindicated by Former FBI Director James Comey’s opening testimony and is eager to move forward.” It includes a “suggested tweets” section. The RNC talking points … WSJ: RNC says they’ve dedicated 60 aides to the pushback effort.
THE COUNTER ATTACK -- “West Wing aides fearful of directly attacking Comey: The White House has outsourced its counter-messaging effort during Comey’s testimony, as aides try to avoid more personal legal risk,” by Matt Nussbaum, Josh Dawsey, Darren Samuelsohn and Tara Palmeri: “‘It’s fair to say a storm is coming,’ one administration source said. ‘We’re boarding up the windows for the impending hurricane.’ ... The [RNC] is taking the lead in the response and has prepared a surrogate operation. ... Two former Trump White House officials — former deputy chief of staff Katie Walsh and former communications director Mike Dubke — are helping coordinate the effort. Press secretary Sean Spicer was at the RNC on Wednesday as preparations took place. ... For official comment, the White House has directed all questions to the office of Trump’s outside counsel, Marc Kasowitz.
“Kasowitz’s office, in turn, has directed inquiries to Emily Thall, the law firm’s director of business development and marketing. On Tuesday, Thall declined to comment in a brief conversation with POLITICO about Comey testimony. By Wednesday, inquiries to Thall were met with an automatic response: She would be out of the office on vacation until next week. By Wednesday night, Kasowitz’s firm had retained longtime political communications pro Mark Corallo to handle media inquiries.”
QUOTE OF THE DAY – From the quadruple-byline story: “White House aides are trying to keep Trump busy Thursday morning with meetings so he won’t watch TV and tweet during the hearing. ‘But if he wants to watch it, it’s not like we can say, ‘oh, the TV doesn’t work,’’ one official said.”
HOW IT’S PLAYING -- HUFFPOST banner, “COMEY BEFORE THE STORM” … DRUDGE as of 6 a.m., “MAY DAY” (about the UK election) … N.Y. POST, “‘I EXPECT LOYALTY’” … N.Y. DAILY NEWS, “DON’S PLEA: COVERUP” … EVEN TMZ IS IN ON THE ACTION -- They have videos of Sen. Richard Burr (R-N.C.) ( and Rep. Peter King (R-N.Y.) (
FUN READ -- “‘Must-See TV’: Free Drinks and Canceled Meetings for Comey’s Testimony,” by NYT’s Mike Grynbaum and Katie Rogers: “By the time details from Mr. Comey’s prepared remarks surfaced on Wednesday ... the hearing had leapt from Beltway curiosity to required viewing, a cliffhanger episode of the nation’s real-life reality show. … At Union Pub in Washington, a sports bar steps from the Hart Senate Office Building, bartenders plan to dole out a free round of Budweisers or bourbon shots every time Mr. Trump blasts out a tweet. For those wondering: No, there will not be a limit. ‘We’ll give out 20 rounds’ if the president tweets 20 times, Ashley Saunders, the bar’s general manager, said.”
THIS TOWN -- “White-collar lawyers see opportunity in Trump scandals,” by Darren Samuelsohn and Andrew Restuccia: “More than a dozen attorneys and crisis communications specialists have already started working for Trump associates touched by the unfolding Russia scandal, according to a POLITICO tally. People close to the probes say that number is only expected to grow as more than 20 other senior campaign aides and White House officials begin receiving subpoenas, grand jury summons and other requests from special counsel Robert Mueller as well as congressional committees.”
ACROSS THE POND -- BRITISH ELECTION TODAY -- “Polls open in UK election after campaign marred by attacks,” by AP’s Danica Kirka in London: “Polling stations opened across Britain on Thursday for national elections, amid heightened security worries following a series of terror attacks in what one senior police official described as ‘unprecedented times.’ The public is being asked to be alert and to report concerns to police as voters choose 650 lawmakers for the House of Commons. Deputy Assistant Commissioner Lucy D’Orsi acknowledged concerns about Thursday’s general election.”
ANNIE KARNI:THE FIRST FAMILY -- “Melania Trump set to make her D.C. move next week: Staffers hope the first lady will be a stabilizing presence in a White House that's been consumed by scandal and infighting”: “With the school year over, first lady Melania Trump and the couple’s son Barron are expected to finally make their official move to Washington on June 14, according to people familiar with the planning. ... Over the past few weeks, the often stiff-in-her-role first lady has been spending more time in the White House, building out her East Wing staff, preparing the residence for the family and slowly increasing her schedule of public events. ... [T]he June 14 date is seen as a major marker on the White House calendar — when the first lady puts away the full matching set of Louis Vuitton luggage that she travels with and settles in for good.” With cameos by Sam Nunberg, Chris Ruddy and Anita McBride
-- US WEEKLY COVER:“IVANKA TAKES A STAND … WHY I DISAGREE WITH MY DAD” (h/t Brian Stelter). Online header to the story: “How Ivanka Trump Influences Her Father Donald Trump” The cover ... The story
CAPITOL HILL WATCH -- “Trump ‘all in’ on Senate Obamacare repeal,” by Burgess Everett and Josh Dawsey: “At a meeting with congressional leaders on Tuesday, Trump urged Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) to follow through on an aggressive timetable for repealing the law in order to quickly turn to tax reform and help avoid a calamitous autumn full of key fiscal deadlines, according to multiple sources familiar with the meeting.”
-- IT’S IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Senators don’t like being told by Trump, or really any president, about how to run the Senate. While Republican senators have been working their way through how to pass a health care bill, GOPers across the ideological spectrum have been pessimistic about legislation actually passing. But most insiders note: don’t count out Mitch McConnell.
-- SPOTTED LAST NIGHT AT TRUMP INTERNATIONAL HOTEL: Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin with Tom Barrack, Vincent DeVito, Brandon Clark, Andrew Giuliani, Corey Lewandowski, Nick Owens, Lynne Patton, Jason Osborne, Jerry Pierce and Tim Rupli.
-- FIRST IN PLAYBOOK -- MoveOn will formally call for impeachment proceedings this morning in anticipation of the Comey hearing.
-- SEN. AL FRANKEN’s book, “Al Franken, Giant of the Senate,” is No. 1 on the upcoming June 18 NYT non-fiction best-sellers list, while William McRaven’s “Make Your Bed,” is also number one on the on the “Advice, How-to and Miscellaneous” list.
-- “McConnell groups backing Luther Strange to run $2.4M in ads starting next week,” by’s Howard Koplowitz in Birmingham, Alabama: “Two groups connected to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell have bought a combined $2.4 million in ads buys blanketing Alabama television and radio stations with ads supporting Sen. Luther Strange.”
-- THE NRCC reported another $545,541 in spending against Jon Ossoff in Georgia’s 6th congressional district.
DRAIN THE SWAMP! -- “Trump White House lacks waivers for longtime lobbyists: Critics are questioning whether White House officials with broad portfolios can truly steer clear of conflicts of interest,” by Theo Meyer: “At least a half-dozen former lobbyists are working in President Donald Trump’s White House even though they haven’t received waivers from the administration’s ethics rules, raising questions about how much the rules do to prevent conflicts of interest. ...
“The Trump administration has granted exemptions from the rules for a handful of staffers, as President Barack Obama’s administration did. But at least six former lobbyists now working in the White House haven’t received such waivers, meaning they must recuse themselves internally from any issue where they have conflicts, according to the White House. ... Five of the lobbyists POLITICO identified who haven’t received waivers work in Pence’s office.”
NEW TIME COVER -- “The Swamp Hotel: How Trump’s D.C. outpost became a dealmaker’s paradise for diplomats, lobbyists and insiders,” by Alex Altman: “[The hotel] is the new town square in Donald Trump’s Washington. Tourists perch on the blue velvet sofas in the lobby, snapping cell-phone pictures as power players stream across the dark marble floors and cream carpets: international businessmen, Republican operatives, wealthy donors, foreign diplomats, former Trump campaign aides, the occasional Administration official. That’s partly because a President who once promised to ‘drain the swamp’ of influence peddling now owns the city’s newest bog.” ... See the cover
HISTORY LESSON -- “The Greatest Hearings in American History: James Comey’s testimony joins the pantheon of dramatic congressional moments,” by Joshua Zeitz in POLITICO Magazine: “This isn’t the first – and it won’t be the last – time that congressional testimony captured the nation’s imagination. From the Army-McCarthy hearings of 1954 to the Iran Contra hearings in 1987, House and Senate committees have held ordinary citizens in rapt attention. ... Comey’s testimony is in this sense an absolutely American phenomenon.”
NICK SCHMIDLE in The New Yorker, “James Comey’s Intellectual History”: “Comey has told associates that he never tried to lure Trump into improprieties. ‘It wasn’t like Jim was going to the Mob boss, all wired up, trying to secretly extract a confession,’ one associate told me. Yet, in Comey’s view, Trump’s behavior toward him repeatedly crossed the line, making him ‘an obstructor.’ Based on Comey’s prepared remarks, his Senate testimony will lay the basis for this legal claim, without explicitly making the charge. His testimony is likely to be supremely assured. A senior intelligence official said of Comey, ‘He likes the stage. He takes politicians’ questions apart. He loves the fact that he’s smarter than them.’”
RICH LOWRY, “Comey’s fizzle”: “The document has considerable entertainment value in its dead-pan account of a profound mismatch, a Washington buddy movie gone bad. It’s a tale of a bureaucratically agile and self-serving careerist matched against an institutionally ignorant and self-serving outsider. One is careful, memorializing every conversation and calculating his every more; the other is blundering around in the dark — and eventually blows the whole thing up.”
BEYOND THE BELTWAY -- “GOP candidate [Ashley Moody] for Florida Attorney general once sued Donald Trump in federal fraud case,” by Florida Playbooker Marc Caputo:
THE INNOVATION ISSUE: In a month long Special Report, POLITICO’s The Agenda takes a deep look at the surprising new politics of innovation, and ideas for how to drive it in a new era. Check out a piece by Nancy Scola on how AOL founder Steve Case became the first call for lawmakers who want to bring innovation to the heartland (; a critical look by Arthur Allen at, the federal government’s prize competition designed to spur innovation (; and Kevin Kosar writes on the surprisingly innovative history of the U.S. Post Office (, which was long on the forefront of technology before turning into a lesson in what “not” to do. The full issue
MEDIAWATCH -- Greg “Gianforte to give $50,000 to press freedom group after assaulting reporter,” by Hadas Gold: “‘I write to express my sincere apology for my conduct on the evening of May 24. My physical response to your legitimate question was unprofessional, unacceptable, and unlawful,’ Gianforte (R-Mont.) wrote in a letter [to Ben Jacobs]. ‘As both a candidate for office and a public official, I should be held to a high standard in my interactions with the press and the public. My treatment of you did not meet that standard.’” ... The letter
SPOTTED -- Rep. Joe Courtney (D-Conn.) at the U.S. Navy Memorial last night, celebrating the launch of a new book by Admiral James Stavridis (USN, ret.), “Sea Power: The History and Geopolitics of the World’s Oceans”
REMEMBERING VIC GOLD – WaPo’s Matt Schudel: “Vic Gold, a high-powered and sometimes high-strung Republican political strategist who served as the press secretary for Vice President Spiro T. Agnew and who wrote books with a president and the wife of a vice president, died June 5 at a hospital in Alexandria, Va. He was 88. ... Short, intense and often irritable, he was once dubbed ‘the Mount Vesuvius of press secretaries’ for his outbursts, but he had a redeeming sense of humor and an appreciation of the theatricality of politics.”
OUT AND ABOUT – The Competitive Enterprise Institute last night hosted their annual dinner, this time an Alice in Wonderland themed event titled “Through the Looking Glass” at the Marriott Marquis. Speakers included Secretary of Transportation Elaine Chao and the Wall Street Journal’s Kimberly Strassel. SPOTTED: Grover Norquist, Suhail Khan and Jana Plat, Tom Schatz, Fred Smith, Myron Ebell, Dwayne Carson, Francesca Chambers and Michael Moroney, and Byron Tau.
-- KENT KNUTSON, vice president of government relations for The Home Depot and board member of the Home Depot Foundation, celebrated his 50th birthday at Hotel Monaco’s Dirty Habit Wednesday night with friends and family, the Washington retail community and Members of Congress. SPOTTED: Sens. Amy Klobuchar (D-Minn.), Roy Blunt (R-Mo.) and Jim Risch (R-Idaho), House Majority Leader Kevin McCarthy (R-Calif.) and Reps. Sean Duffy (R-Wis.), Barbara Comstock (R-Va.), Debbie Dingell (D-Mich.), Jackie Speier (D-Calif.), Richard Hudson (R-N.C.), Adrian Smith (R-Neb.) and Bill Flores (R-Texas).
--CNN’s DANA BASH last night kicked off “Badass Women of Washington” at Fig & Olive with a panel with five of the seven women profiled in the series: Sen. Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.), RNC Chairwoman Ronna Romney McDaniel, Army Surgeon General Nadja West, Sen. Catherine Cortez Masto (D-Nev.), and Rep. Jaime Herrera Beutler (R-Wash.). All five panelists discussed what their views about the series and answered the question, “can a woman have it all?” … Pics ... ...
SPOTTED: Virginia Moseley, Heather Podesta, Kellyanne Conway, Gloria Borger, Ana Navarro, Hilary Rosen, Bill Press, Nia Malika Henderson, Michael LaRosa, Lauren Pratapas, Kate Bennett, Nikki Schwab, Alexandra De Luca, Matt Dornic, Zeke Miller, Christina Ruffini, Francesca Chambers, Lauren Culbertson, Ashley Killough, Meredith Balenske, Dannia Hakki, Christine Delargy, Artur Orkisz, Marissa Mitrovich, Meredith Artley, Rachel Smolkin, Hadas Gold, Mitchell Rivard, Johanna Persing, Ryan Mahoney, Richard Hudock, Tara Palmeri, Michelle Jaconi.
-- After 8 years with Sen. Tom Udall (D-Colo.), friends and colleagues yesterday toasted Kevin Cummins’ move to the Professional Services Council at Romeo & Juliet Cafe on Capitol Hill. SPOTTED: Frannie Wellings, Joe Trahern, Kara Van Stralen, Scarlet Doyle, David Grossman, Michele Ash, Tom Manatos, Melika Carroll, Sunmin Kim, Lee Friedman, Dana Gray, Harry Anastopulos, Cort Bush and Joey Wender.
NEW HAMPSHIRE CELEBRATION in D.C. -- POOL REPORT from Haley Dorgan: “Last night, the Senate got a taste of New Hampshire. Sen. Jeanne Shaheen (D-N.H.) welcomed her colleagues to eat and drink New Hampshire’s finest products and get a taste of the Granite State’s cultural and tourism opportunities. Sens. Maggie Hassan (D-N.H.), Chris Coons (D-Del.), Sheldon Whitehouse (D-R.I.), and Ed Markey (D-Mass.) and Reps. Annie Kuster (D-N.H.) and Carol Shea-Porter (D-N.H.) were greeted by Kodak the Bear and Max the Moose at the Kennedy Caucus Room. Some of the most popular items? Smuttynose beer, Cider Bellies Doughnuts, Creamy New England Fish Chowdah from the New Hampshire Food Bank, and Granite State Tea Cakes made by culinary students from the New Hampshire Job Corps.” Other attendees included Ryan Williams, Byron Tao, Cate Martel, William Shaheen, and Jeff Rose.
SPOTTED yesterday evening at the U.S.-Colombia Business Partnership farewell cocktail party held on the ConocoPhillips rooftop for Ambassador of Colombia to the U.S. Juan Carlos Pinzon: Bill Burlew, Reps. Devin Nunes (R-Calif.), Francis Rooney (R-Fla.), Henry Cuellar (D-Texas), and Matt Gaetz (R-Fla.), Andrew Lundquist, Brian Donahue, Wes Battle and Josh Corless.
ENGAGED --Brian Parnitzke, director of turnout and targeting at the RNC, proposed this past weekend to Kate Karnes, chief of staff in the office of digital strategy at the White House and a former Romney 2012 staffer and RNC alum. The two met in 2013 when they were working on separate campaigns for lieutenant governor of Virginia. Brian popped the question on Folly Beach outside of Charleston, South Carolina, where he first told Kate he loved her. Pic
TRANSITIONS – OBAMA ALUMNI -- Todd Breasseale, former Army Lt. Col. and spokesman at the DoD who became a DHS assistant secretary for public affairs during Secretary Jeh Johnson’s last two years in office, is now helping manage Facebook news feed communications. He reports to McCain ’08 alum Tucker Bounds. ... Christian Marrone has been promoted to SVP and chief of staff for IT firm CSRA. He joined CSRA in January 2016 after serving as chief of staff at DHS.
... Mattie Duppler is joining the National Taxpayers Union as a senior fellow of fiscal policy. He previously served as the coalitions director to the House Republican Conference and is an alum of Americans for Tax Reform. ... Greenberg Quinlan Rosner has hired Lindsey Reynolds as its new COO. She joins GQR this month after 10 years with the DNC, where she served as both COO and director of the office of the secretary.
... Shana Glenzer has started as chief marketing officer at Crowdskout, a data management startup based in D.C. She previously was the CMO of MakeOffices, an Arlington-based co-working space.… End Citizens United has hired Matt Burgess as EVP. He previously was the senior political strategist at Planned Parenthood during the 2016 cycle. ... Clinton Blair is joining the Organization for International Investment as VP of public policy and government affairs. He previously was at Jaguar Land Rover North America.
SUNDAY SO FAR – “Fox News Sunday”: Panel: Karl Rove, Donna Edwards, Newt Gingrich, Charles Lane
FORMER REP. GABBY GIFFORDS (D-ARIZ.), whose birthday it is today, is headed to Galveston, Texas, where she will help the Navy commission the U.S.S. Gabrielle Giffords. It’s the first Navy warship to be named after a living woman since Martha Washington. She learned that the ship would be named in her honor the same day she resigned from Congress in 2012. Hillary Clinton, Joe and Jill Biden, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.), Olivia Munn, Jon Bon Jovi, Katie Couric, Sully Sullenberger and Thad Allen are all expected to attend.
BIRTHWEEK (was yesterday): Wendy Sherman, senior counselor at Albright Stonebridge Group
BIRTHDAY OF THE DAY: Russ Schriefer, partner at Strategic Partners & Media. How he’s celebrating: “I’m in London with my wife Nina Easton who is chairing the Fortune Most Powerful Women International Summit next week. Our daughter Ellie and I are just tagging along.” Read his Playbook Plus Q&A:
BIRTHDAYS: Jonathan Collegio is 41 ... former Rep. Gabby Giffords (D-Ariz.) is 47 (h/ts Hilary Rosen and Katie Peters) ... Paul Winfree, deputy director of the White House Domestic Policy Council and the pride of Williamsburg, Va. ... Jim Cicconi (h/t Hilary) ... Barbara Bush is 92 ... Eric Kuhn, CMO of Layer3 TV and a former DC resident who worked for CNN, is 3-0, celebrating at Lincoln Center in NYC (h/ts Maha Hakki and Susanna Quinn) ... Cory Fritz, a Boehner alum now deputy staff director for comms. at House Foreign Affairs, is 32 ... Rep. Ken Calvert (R-Calif.) is 64 ... Politico’s Laura Hayes and Sarah Hashemi ... Patrick Garrigan, Politico alum now events guru for The Atlantic ... “Meet The Press” associate producer Justin Peligri (h/t Olivia Petersen) ... Tim Grieve, VP for news at McClatchy (h/t John Harris) … Roger Hickey, co-director of Campaign for America’s Future ... Kelsey Harkness of the Daily Signal ... Mary Palmer is 31 ... J.J. Simmons V ... Ashley Baia of 270 Strategies ... Karen Robinson (h/t Jon Haber) ... USDA’s Allie Ryan ... Matt Whitlock ... Davis White … The Federalist’s Bre Payton ... J.D. Dalfonson, comms director for Rep. Darin LaHood ... John Sandy, COS for Sen. Jim Risch ... Bale Dalton, pride of Orlando and HSC85 U.S. Navy, is 30-something “and more handsome than ever” (h/t Christian Hertenstein) … Uber flack Matt Wing …
... Dasha Zhukova, friend of Ivanka and Jared, art collector and editor, married to Russian oligarch Roman Abramovich, is 36 (h/t Jewish Insider) ... Emily Pomeranz, the special events and major gifts maestro at NARAL (h/t James Owens) ... Hannah Yoest, assistant literary editor at Weekly Standard ... Erin Gorman, cookie baking aficionado currently at the Environmental Defense Fund, formerly “Mother Duckling” of the O’Malley campaign, and a campaign/DGA vet several times over, is 3-0. She will be feted by friends and family all weekend long in Baltimore (h/ts Matt Corridoni and Daniel Ensign) ... Chris Good … Cathie Ericson … Denton’s Alex McGee, the pride of Atlanta (h/t Ed Cash) ... Lale Mamaux, CoS to Rep. Alcee Hastings ... Jordana Cepelewicz ... Kris Coratti, VP of comms and events at WaPo … Avery Brooks, senior associate at Global Infrastructure Partners ... Ben Case is 25 ... Obama WH alum Keith Maley, also an ardent Red Sox fan and birdwatcher … Brian Hardwick ... Michael Shmagin (h/ts Teresa Vilmain) ... Ann Belser ... Nancy Baile, public affairs and comms. manager at Coca-Cola ... Rosie Lineham ... Jane Hampton Cook ... Tom Davidson is 46 ... Barry Lando ... Lila Young White ... actor-comedian Jerry Stiller is 9-0 ... Nancy Sinatra is 77 ... “Dilbert” creator Scott Adams is 6-0 ... Julianna Margulies, a loyal Playbooker, is 5-0 ... Kanye West is 4-0 ... Maria Menounos is 39 ... tennis player Kim Clijsters is 34 (h/ts AP)
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2016.09.14 07:31 iminterestingplease Part 6

1008.(Geography change.)Was Berlin, Germany in a different position in your memory?
1009.(Geography change.)Do you remember New Mexico having a panhandle that met Oklahoma, Kansas, and Colorado?
1010.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Bob Lazar dying of cancer in the 90's?
1011.(Doll name change.)Cindy/Sindy
1012.(Can't think of a title.)Do these Easter Island statues look like how you remember?
1013.(Company name change.)Laughing Cow/The Laughing Cow
1014.(Chocolate Milk name change.)Nesquick/Nesquik
1015.(Book Title name change.)The Catcher And The Rye/The Catcher In The Rye
1016.(Book Title name change.)Crimes And Punishments/Crime And Punishment
1017.(Book Title name change.)Fellowship Of The Ring/The Fellowship Of The Ring
1018.(Geography change.)Illinois is now bigger than before.
1019.(Geography change.)Detroit is no longer on Lake Erie.
1020.(Geography change.)Has Cincinnati moved in location for you? As in on two state borders instead of one?
1021.(Famous Actress name change.)Woopie Goldberg/Whoopi Goldberg(Other spellings?)
1022.(Famous Actress name change.)Gweneth Paltrow/Gwyneth Paltrow(Other spellings?)
1023.(Famous Actress name change.)Hale Berry/Halle Berry(Other spellings?)
1024.(Famous Actor name change.)Robert Duval/Robert Duvall(Other spellings?)
1025.(Famous Actress name change.)Kate Blanchett/Cate Blanchett(Other spellings?)
1026.(Famous Actor name change.)Colin Farel/Colin Farrel/Colin Farell/Colin Farrell(Collin or Colinn or Collinn?)
1027.(Famous Actor name change.)Ben Afleck/Ben Affleck(Other spellings?)
1028.(Famous Actor name change.)Matt Daemon/Matt Damon(Other spellings?)
1029.(Grammar change.)Ect/Etc(As in Etcetera.)
1030.(Pronounciation change.)Do you remember pronouncing a K in Etcetera?
1031.(Spelling change.)Duffle Bag/Duffel Bag
1032.(Spelling change.)TheateTheatre(Didn't hear of the latter until recently.)
Add-On: Do you remember State Puff Marshmallow Man?
1033.(Fictional Character name change.)Ben Tennison/Ben Tennyson
1034.(Exercise Equipment name change.)NordicTrak/NordicTrack
1035.(Store name change.)Lucky's/Lucky
1036.(Can't think of a title.)Has the moon increased in size for you?
1037.(Slogan change.)"Taste The Sensation."/"Get The Sensation"
1038.(Geography change.)Does Chile look off to you?
1039.(Phantom geography.)Did Jan Mayen sink in your memory?
1040.(Famous Actress name change.)Hillary Duff/Hilary Duff
1041.(Restaurant name change.)Qudoba/Qdoba
1042.(Snack name change.)Dunk-A-Roo/Dunkaroo
1043.(Snack name change.)Fritoes/Fritos
1044.(Snack name change.)Tostitoes/Tostitos
1045.(Fictional Character name change.)Warluigi/Waluigi
1046.(Famous Singer name change.)Marie Louise Ciccone/Maria Louise Ciccone/Madonna Louise Ciccone
1047.(Soda name change.)Diet Coca-Cola/Diet Coke
1048.(Petroleum name change.)Vasoline/Vaseline
1049.(Restaurant name change.)Friday's/T.G.I. Friday's
1050.(Car Brand Part name change.)Innovative/Innovate
1051.(Song Lyrics change.)"Why Saint Peter would call my name."/"Why Saint Peter will call my name."/"Why Saint Peter won't call my name."
1052.(Spelling change.)Hillarious/Hilarious
1053.(Spelling change.)Persistant/Persistent
1054.(Spelling change.)Consistant/Consistent
1055.(Spelling change.)CalandaCalandeCalendeCalendar
1056.(Spelling change.)Interpratation/Interpretation
1057.(Spelling change.)Irrelavent/Irrelevant
1058.(Movie Title name change.)The Devil's Pass/Devil's Pass
1059.(History change.)Didn't Russians land on the moon before we did?(I'm not sure if I already have this.)
1060.(Famous Actor name change.)Sam Neil/Sam Neill
1061.(Famous Actor name change.)Piers Brosman/Piers Brosnan/Pierce Brosman/Pierce Brosnan
1062.(Famous Actor name change.)Lawrence Fishburn/Lawrence Fishburne/Laurence Fishburn/Laurence Fishburne
1063.(Famous Actor name change.)Sean Conery/Sean Connery
1064.(Famous Actor name change.)Billy Bob Thorton/Billy Bob Thornton
1065.(Spelling change.)Firey/Fiery
1066.(Snack name change.)Flaming Hot/Flamin' Hot
Add-On: Do you remember Charming instead of Charmin' toilet paper?
1067.(Store name change.)Sally's Beauty Supply/Sally Beauty Supply/Sally Beauty
1068.(Ice Cream name change.)Neopolitan/Neapolitan
1069.(Spelling change.)Supercede/Supersede
1070.(Can't think of a title.)Was Slash, the leader guitarist of Guns N' Roses white or part black in your memory?
1071.(Band name change.)Die Antwood/Die Antwoord
1072.(Company name change.)Namco Bandai/Bandai Namco
1073.(YouTuber name change.)Dayum Drops/Daym Drops
1074.(Singer name change.)The Weekend/The Weeknd
1075.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the constellation and zodiac sign, Ophiuchus existing?
1076.(Snack name change.)Blue & Gold/Rolled Gold/Rold Gold
1077.(Geography change.)Does Lake Victoria look bigger to you?
Add-On: The Panama Canal is now going from Northwest to Southeast.
Add-On:Do you remember "It's a most delightful way" or "It's the most delightful way"?
1078.(History change.)Do you remember us landing on the moon six times?
1079.(Movie Quote change.)"They mostly come out at night, mostly."/"They mostly come at night, mostly."
1080.(Company name change.)Cisco/Cysco/Sysco(Not the computer company.)
1081.(Can't think of a title.)The Mandella Affect/The Mandela Affect/The Mandela Effect
1082.(Famous President name change.)Nelson Mandella/Nelson Mandela
1083.(Company name change.)Advanced Auto Parts/Advance Auto Parts
1084.(Company name change.)O'Reilly's Auto Parts/O'Reillys Auto Parts/O'Reilly Auto Parts
1085.(Vehicle name change.)Mac/Mack
1086.(Food name change.)Parmesean/Parmesan(Other spellings?)
1087.(Food name change.)Bleu Cheese/Blue Cheese
Add-On: Has the Coca-Cola logo changed again for you?
1088.(Restaurant name change.)Dunking Donuts/Dunkin' Donuts
1089.(Snack name change.)Snowballs/Snow Balls/Sno Balls
1090.(Pronunciation change.)How many ways do you know that you can pronounce narrator, narration, narrating, narrates, etc?
1091.(Pronunciation change.)How many ways do you know that you can pronounce prescription?
1092.(Pronunciation change.)How many ways do you know that you can pronounce gyro?
1093.(New species.)Have you heard of the Pink Fairy Armadillo?
1094.(New species.)Have you heard of the Aye-Aye?
1095.(New species.)Have you heard of the Maned Wolf?
1096.(New species.)Have you heard of the Tufted Deer?
1097.(New species.)Have you heard of the Dumbo Octopus?
1098.(New species.)Have you heard of the Patagonian Mara?
1099.(New species.)Have you heard of the Naked Mole Rat?
1100.(New species.)Have you heard of the Irrawaddy Dolphin?
1101.(New species.)Have you heard of the Gerenuk?
1102.(New species.)Have you heard of the Dugong?
1103.(New species.)Have you heard of the Babirusa?
1104.(New species.)Have you heard of the Lamprey?
1105.(New species.)Have you heard of the Fossa?
1106.(New species.)Have you heard of the Star-Nosed Mole?
1107.(New species.)Have you heard of the Sunda Flying Lemur?
1108.(New species.)Have you heard of the Zebra Duiker?
1109.(New species.)Have you heard of the Kiwa Hirsuta
1110.(New species.)Have you heard of the Superb Bird-Of-Paradise?
1111.(New species.)Have you heard of the Blobfish?
1112.(New species.)Have you heard of the Cantor's Giant Soft Shelled Turtle?
1113.(New species.)Have you heard of the Gobi Jerboa?
1114.(New species.)Have you heard of the Japanese Spider Crab?
(Can't properly number this one.) (New species.)Have you heard of the Red-Lipped Batfish?
1116.(New species.)Have you heard of the Goblin Shark?
1117.(New species.)Have you heard of the Panda Ant?
1118.(New species.)Have you heard of the Penis Snake?
1119.(New species.)Have you heard of the Umbonia Spinosa?
1120.(New species.)Have you heard of the Lowland Streaked Tenrec?
1121.(New species.)Have you heard of the Hummingbird Hawk-Moth?
1122.(New species.)Have you heard of the Blue Glaucus?
1123.(New species.)Have you heard of the Mantis Shrimp?
1124.(New species.)Have you heard of the Venezuelan Poodle Moth?
1125.(New species.)Have you heard of the Pacu?
1126.(New species.)Have you heard of the Giant Isopod?
1127.(New species.)Have you heard of the Saiga Antelope?
1128.(New species.)Have you heard of the Bush Viper?
1129.(New species.)Have you heard of the Blue Parrotfish?
1130.(New species.)Have you heard of the Purple Frog?
1131.(New species.)Have you heard of the Shoebill?
1132.(New species.)Have you heard of the Okapi?
1133.(New species.)Have you heard of the Thorny Dragon?
1134.(New species.)Have you heard of the Scotoplane?
1135.(Can't think of a title.)Queen Nefertiti has brown eyes./Queen Nefertiti has blue eyes.
1136.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Jim Nabors dying?
1137.(Song Lyrics change.)"So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?"/"So you think you can stomp me and spit in my eye?"/"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?"
1138.(Geography change.)Was the Salton Sea an artificial or a natural lake in your memory?
1139.(Famous Singer name change.)Oliver Skyes/Oliver Sykes
1140.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Did Alan Alda die in your memory?
1141.(Movie Title change.)The Pursuit Of Happiness/The Pursuit Of Happyness
1142.(Movie Title change.)Lucky Number Seven/Lucky Number Slevin(Sevin or Sleven?)
1143.(Pizza name change.)Elliott's/Elliot's/Ellio's
1144.(New vegetable.)Have you heard of purple yams?
1145.(New vegetable.)Have you heard of purple carrots?
1146.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of pink lakes?
1147.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of yellow lakes?
1148.(Song Title change.)Point Of No Return/Point Of Know Return
1149.(New plant.)Have you heard of the Giant Hogweed?
Add-On: Do you remember "Houston, we had a problem."?
1150.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Markiplier recording Pony Island last year because it seems he's doing it again.
1151.(Fictional Character name change.)3CPO/C-3P0
1152.(Fictional Character name change.)Hon Solo/Hons Solo/Hans Solo/Han Solo
1153.(Fictional Character name change.)Sand People/Tusken/Tusken Raider
1154.(Snack name change.)Pinwheel/Spinwheel
1155.(New phenomenon.)Have you heard of a Black Moon?
1156.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember fog being possible in hot weather?
1157.(New phenomenon.)Have you heard of gender jumping animals such as some fish, some amphibians, and even hens becoming roosters?
1158.(Pronunciation change.)Do you remember words beginning with pre or per being pronounced more than one way?
1159.(Pronunciation change.)How do you pronounce caramel?
1160.(Pronunciation change.)How do you pronounce crayon?
1161.(Pronunciation change.)How do you pronounce Caribbean?
1162.(Spelling change.)Pronounciation/Pronunciation
1163.(Pronunciation change.)Do any of the words on this list have more than one pronunciation in your memory?
1164.(Pronunciation change.)Do you remember being right when pronouncing these words the "wrong way"?
1165.(Pronunciation change.)Do you remember being right when pronouncing these words the "wrong way"?
Add-On: Do you remember O'Reily's Auto Parts(Or O'Reily?)(Was it a shamrock or a leprechaun?)
Add-On: Do you remember Advanced Discount Auto Parts(Or Advance Discount Auto Parts?)
Add-On: Do you remember Mak Trucks
1166.(Hospital name change.)St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital/St. Jude Children's Research Hospital
1167.(Can't think of a title.)What order you remember the names of The Three Stooges?
Add-On: Do you remember The Fellowship Of The Rings or just Fellowship Of The Rings?
1168.(Credit Card name change.)DiscovDiscover
1169.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember red Skittles being cherry flavored?
1170.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember green Skittles being changed to green apple from lime in 2014?
1171.(Sculpture change.)Does The Thinker look right to you?
1172.(Grammar change.)Snuck/Sneaked(Do you remember the latter?)
1173.(Grammar change.)Hung/Hanged(Do you remember the latter?)
1174.(Grammar change.)Drowned/Drownd/Drownded/Drownding
1175.(Can't think of a title.)Haldron CollideHadron Collider
1176.(Fictional Character name change.)Tweedlebug/Twiddlebug
1177.(Song Lyrics change.)"This is the dawn of the age of Aquarius."/"This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius."
1178.(Can't think of a title.)Was The Great Wall Of China visible from space in your memory or not?
1179.(Movie Quote change.)"What is she holding Marcus?"/"What is she holding open Marcus?"
1180.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember this version of the theme song of The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air?
1181.(Movie Quote change.)"I've got another riddle for you."/"I've got another puzzle for you."
1182.(Geography change.)Do you remember Minnesota having a tip?
1183.(Can't think of a title.)Is the scene where Jack yells look right to you?(Who was he with and who did he say it to?)(Was it "I'm king of the world." or "I'm the king of the world.")
1184.(Spelling change.)Achey/Achy
1185.(Spelling change.)Wirey/Wiry
1186.(Spelling change.)Shakey/Shaky
1187.(Holiday name change.)Valentimes Day/Valentime's Day/Valentine's Day
1188.(Weekday name change.)Wensday/Wenesday/Wednesday
1189.(Holiday name change.)New YeaNew Years/New Year's
1190.(Spelling change.)Jerkey/Jerky
1191.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Did Rip Torn die in you memory or not?
1192.(Spelling change.)ShisteShyster
1193.(New species.)Have you heard of the Blue Orchard Bee?
1194.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of Hair Ice?
1195.(New plant.)Have you heard of the Rainbow Eucalyptus?
1196.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of blue lava?
1197.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of the Eye Of Sahara?
1198.(Can't think of a title.)Have you heard of the Yosemite Firefall?
1199.(Can't think of a title.)Dip N' Dots/Dippin' Dots
1200.(Slogan change.)I'm Loving It/I'm Lovin' It
1201.(History change.)2 presidents have been assassinated./4 presidents have been assassinated.
1202.(Can't think of a title.)Was Marilyn Monroe skinny or curvy in your memory?
Add-On: Was the name of the person who made The Thinker named Rodin in your memory?
1203.(Can't think of a title.)Nelson Mandela's prison number is 4664./Nelson Mandela's prison number is 46664.
1204.(Ending change.)Do you remember two cubs at the end of The Lion King?
1205.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Donna Douglas's leg being bit off by a shark?
1206.(Can't think of a title.)What date did John Lennon die?
1207.(Famous Actor name change.)Phillip Semour Hoffman/Philip Semour Hoffman/Phillip Seymour Hoffman/Philip Seymour Hoffman
1208.(Famous Actor name change.)Russell Crow/Russell Crowe
1209.(Famous Actor name change.)Roy SchneideRoy Scheider
1210.(Spelling change.)Avaible/Availble/Available
1211.(Spelling change.)Rasberry/Raspberry(Razberry?)
1212.(Spelling change.)Envirement/Eniviroment/Environment
1213.(Spelling change.)RefridgeratoRefrigerator
1214.(Song Title change.)Deck The Halls/Deck The Hall
1215.(Fictional Character name change.)Drako Malfoy/Draco Malfoy
1216.(Can't think of a title.)Did Hermione Granger's hair color change for you?
1217.(Story change.)Has "Twas The Night Before Christmas" changed for you?
1218.(Song Lyrics change.)"The city of angels."/"The city of angel."
1219.(New species.)Have you heard of the Pygmy Sperm Whale?
1220.(Spelling change.)Fourty/Forty
1221.(Spelling change.)Purpouse/Purpose
1222.(Spelling change.)Triology/Trilogy
1223.(Logo change.)Has the Opel logo changed for you?
1224.(Famous Actor name change.)Freddie Prince Jr./Freddie Prinze Jr.
1225.(State name change.)Conneticut/Connecticut
1226.(Book name change.)A Song Of Fire And Ice/A Song Of Ice And Fire
1227.(Famous Actor name change.)Paulie Shore/Pauly Shore
1228.(Candy Bar name change.)York Peppermint Patty/York Peppermint Pattie
1229.(Airline name change.)JetBlu/JetBlue
1230.(Store name change.)Superior Groceries/Superior Grocers
Add-On: Do you remember Cheet-Ohs or Cheetohs
1231.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Does Benny from Dora The Explorer have a nose ring?
1232.(Famous Actor name change.)Brian O'ConnoBrian O'Conner
1233.(Movie Title name change.)Enemy At The Gate/Enemy At The Gates
1234.(Company name change.)Dr. PetkeDr. Oetker
1235.(Beverage name change.)Mistic CooleMystic Cooler
1236.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Mystic Cooler beverages being alcoholic?
1237.(Company name change.)Royal Canine/Royal Canin
1238.(Coffee name change.)Frappaccino/Frappuccino
1239.(Geography change.)Do you remember Brazil's capital being Rio De Janeiro and not Brasilia?
1240.(Geography change.)Do you remember Brazil having states?
1241.(History change.)Does Martin Luther King Jr's speech seem different to you?
1242.(Geography change.)Is India smaller than you remember?
1243.(Geography change.)Is Eurasia smaller than you remember?
1244.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the change being seven moon landing instead of six?
1245.(Geography change.)Did the state of Virginia have any islands in your memory?
1246.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Buick going out of business?
1247.(Geography change.)Does Maryland look right to you?
1248.(Movie Quote change.)"Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, it'll be anarchy."/"Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria."(Also remembered to be a less serious tone.)
1249.(History change.)Do you remember the Japanese bombing Santa Barbara, California, Fort Stevens in Oregon, sending fire balloons over the U.S., and the subs patrolling near our water instead of being just rumors?
1250.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember two versions of the Mona Lisa?
1251.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Whoopi Goldberg having eyebrows?
1252.(Company name change.)Def Jam Records/Def Jam Recordings
1253.(Can't think of a title.)Did the Detroit Tigers go to two back to back World Series'?
1254.(Hotel name change.)Ceasers Palace/Ceasars Palace/Caesers Palace/Caesars Palace(Other spellings?)
1255.(Famous Consul name change.)Julius CeaseJulius CeasaJulius CaeseJulius Caesar(Other spellings?)
1256.(Food name change.)Ceaser Salad/Ceasar Salad/Caeser Salad/Caesar Salad(Other spellings?)
Add-On: Do you remember J.C. Penny's?(No dots or capital C?)
1257.(Can't think of a title.)What color do you remember sunsets being?
1258.(Restaurant name change.)Popeyes/Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen
1259.(Geography change.)Did McCarran International Airport move for you?
1260.(Geography change.)Alaska is farther north and closer to Russia.
1261.(Geography change.)California is now greener and smaller.
1262.(Geography change.)Nevada is less baren low.
1263.(Geography change.)South America and The Bahamas are now even closer to Florida.(Was the water more turquoise?)
1264.(Geography change.)Poland is now bigger than before.
1265.(Geography change.)Australia is now closer to Antarctica than before.(Didn't it have more open ocean around it?)
1266.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Morgan Freeman dying?
1267.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Tim Curry dying?
1268.(Famous Musician name change.)Chrissie Hinde/Chrissie Hindes/Chrissie Hyndes/Chrissie Hynde
1269.(Song Title change.)Bridge Over Troubled Waters/Bridge Over Troubled Water
1270.(Logo change.)The Coast To Coast AM no longer has the dash in the A.
1271.(Company name change.)Terminex/Terminix
1272.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Mikhail Gorbachev dying or not?(Do you remember him reporting the news to this day or did he go absent?)
Add-On: Do you remember "Blow your house away."?
1273.(Can't think of a title.)In the T.V. show Captain Pugwash, do you remember certain characters having innuendos in their names, such as Seaman Staines or do were they urban legends or didn't exist at all?
1274.(Spelling change.)ThieTheir,4878002&hl=en
1275.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Costa Rica being a Caribbean island?
1276.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Janis Joplin being less attractive?(In general?)
1277.(Movie Title change.)Betelgeuse/Beetle Juice/Beetlejuice(Beetle Geuse or Beetlegeuse?)(Did they pronounce it differently at all?)
1278.(Geography change.)The liver now has two lobes instead of one.
1279.(Phantom movie quote.)"What if I told you" was never actually said by Morpheus in The Matrix.
Add-On: Do you remember Cadbury Cream Egg or Cadbury's Cream Egg?
Add-On: Do you remember Helman's Mayo?
1280.(Beverage name change.)Four Loco/Four Loko
1281.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Big Bird wearing a scarf?
1282.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Scooby-Doo not wearing a collar?
1283.(Song Lyrics change.)"The cow jumped over the moon."/"And the cow jumped over the moon."(Which one do you agree?)
1284.(Statue change.)Do you remember Christ The Redeemer not having visible feet?(Was he smaller or larger in general?)
1285.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Rainbow Sand Dunes?
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