Homicide House

Reposted from 25 February 2017

Twenty years ago, there was a quadruple homicide in this house.  The victims were teenagers and they were killed for accusing a young man of stealing a cell phone.

The guilty individual, as well as his two accomplices, were convicted and the house was eventually abandoned.

I drive by this house all the time and this week I was compelled to look inside of it.  It’s hard to describe how I felt entering the house.

There was a mixture of sadness and grief, due to the senseless murders that happened here.  I can’t even imagine how those poor teenagers felt as they realized their lives were coming to an end.  Also, I felt angry.  How can someone be so evil and callused?

I didn’t know the teenagers, but I feel for them and their families.  I wonder what they would have accomplished if their lives were not taken from them.

I left the house with a heavy heart and a lot of questions.

Update:  The house has been torn down since this was originally posted.

 

Blogging Makes You Smarter

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I bought this t-shirt from Amazon, because I enjoy blogging and I agree with the message.  Blogging is a great way to develop new skills and it can even make you smarter.

  • Blogging increases creativity, since you are always on the look out for new material, stories, artwork, or photography to share with your followers.
  • Blogging improves your writing skills and each post must be edited for grammar, spelling, and punctuation.
  • Blogging requires a certain amount of computer skills.
  • Blogging also results in the need to conduct research and increases knowledge on various topics.

There are a lot of benefits to blogging.  If you have others to add to my list, let me know in the comment section.

Black Forrest Family Trip Disaster

Mom, Aaron , and I went to the Black Forrest in 1987.  It was just a family day trip, so we were riding on a tour bus.

This was our last day in Germany.  The next day we would board a plane and move back to America.  Mom was looking forward to this trip, since she probably would not get another chance to see the Black Forrest.

For some reason, my brother was an absolute tyrant that day.  He was rude, obnoxious, bratty, and defiant.  In all fairness to Aaron, he did not normally behave this way.  He was usually a good kid, but that day he was on a roll.

It started as soon as we boarded the bus.  Aaron decided to block the aisle and tried to charge people a toll fee to pass by him.  Mom was rather embarrassed, but the worst was yet to come.

We were walking around and admiring all the sites, then Aaron started crying about being thirsty.  He was winning and about ready to have a full on tantrum.  Mom stopped at one of the shops and bought us each a can of soda.

Aaron took the soda and stuffed them in his jacket.  He refused to give me one of the cans and said he was “holding them for ransom.”  I started yelling at Aaron and we were on the verge of a throwing punches, when Mom stepped in to put a stop to the whole thing.  She snatched the soda cans away from Aaron and give him a good scolding.

Later in the day, we stopped at a shop that made baskets.  In front of the store was a giant picnic basket for sale.  It was so huge, Aaron could have crawled inside of it.

Aaron wanted Mom to buy the giant basket, but she refused.  That set Aaron off again.  He started yelling and screaming about the basket.  Mom had reached her limit.  She got in Aaron’s face and yelled, “I’ve had with you!  I am changing my name.  It’s not Mom or Rita anymore and I am leaving you here.”

Mom spun around and started walking away from Aaron.  I was standing there in shock and wondering if she would come back for me.

Aaron tried calling out to her, but she didn’t respond.  Aaron bellowed out, “Hey lady with the brown coat and the grey streak in your hair!”

Mom’s face was about to turn scarlet red.  She was so angry, I expected to see smoke coming from her ears and nostrils.  She grabbed ahold of Aaron and started walking away with him, without saying a word.

In spite of everything that happened that day, Mom still loved her son.  The next day, Aaron was on the plane with us, instead of being left in the Black Forrest to be raised by wild animals.