Work is piling up and I really really want to update but I can’t FTP because I can’t log in. This is not Orville’s fault or the program’s, it’s mine for not keeping the necessary information. Grr. I’m going to send an email to my host to see what he can do for me.
The adoptive parents of missing teen Erica Parsons have been charged with a whopping SEVENTY-SIX counts of conspiracy, fraud and theft. The charges are sorta-kinda related to her disappearance: Sandy and Casey Parsons were getting money from the government for Erica’s care, and they didn’t report her missing or tell the state she was no longer living with them. They collected $12,000 in benefits after her disappearance:
According to the fraud indictment, from February 2010 to August 2013, Sandy Parsons, 40, and Casey Parsons, 39, committed tax fraud, mail fraud, theft of government funds, and identity theft, and engaged in a conspiracy to defraud the government.
The indictment alleges that the Parsons received government funded adoption assistance, Medicaid, Social Security, and Food and Nutrition Services benefits for a dependent that did not live with them and used the mail to commit the fraud.
The indictment also alleges that Casey Parsons fraudulently used the identities of other persons as dependents and used other false information when preparing federal tax returns.
Erica was reported missing a year ago today.
Yesterday I went with Michael’s family to be a part of their church directory portrait. I had planned to wear a sundress for the picture but wound up wearing one of the brightly colored plaid shirts I favor instead. The whole process was rather agonizing in large part because Michael’s cat, Carmen, was also participating. She behaved herself about as well as can be expected: that is, she meowed and complained during the drive, then repeatedly refused to look at the camera like she was supposed to. But on the plus side she didn’t claw anyone or make a mess.
As I recall there was one portrait of all five of us together, one portrait of Michael’s parents, one portrait of Michael and me, and one portrait of Michael, me and Carmen. I was tasked with holding her and it was difficult to do so and smile at the same time. But I think the pictures turned out well. They’ll arrive in a few weeks and I’d like to compare them to the last church portrait, from five years ago.
I’ve been watching Shoah, Claude Lanzmann’s nine-hour documentary on the Holocaust. In segments, obviously. To say I am enjoying the movie would probably not be proper, but I am certainly intrigued by it. So far Lanzmann has interviewed a bunch of survivors and witnesses, and two low-level Nazis, both convicted war criminals. One didn’t want to talk. The other was willing and actually quite honest and open about his experiences, speaking freely (though without remorse) on the condition that Lanzmann not use his name. He was unaware that Lanzmann was secretly recording the interview with a hidden camera — and of course, he did identify the man for the film. And I thought: Sucker!
Michael and I had a spirited discussion about it last night. I told him what I had seen so far and he feels Lanzmann was wrong, very wrong, to videotape his interview without the person’s knowledge or consent. A violation of journalistic ethics, he says. Which is true. But, well, the man was a Nazi and I can’t muster up a lot of sympathy for him.
As for the other Nazi war criminal — the guy worked at a bar, serving drinks, and couldn’t just walk away even though he dearly wanted to. The film showed him handing out beers while at the same time trying to hide his face from the camera, and repeatedly saying “I don’t want to talk about this” and “I don’t want to answer that question” in response to Lanzmann’s “Do you remember the bodies? What they smelled like?” and such other remarks. When I watched it I thought: You sniveling little coward, look up at the camera and face up to what you saw and did.
Michael thinks the man’s refusal to talk about the war does not make him a coward and that Lanzmann was being a bully by essentially ambushing him at work. He says “ambush journalism” is also an ethics violation. Perhaps it is. But, well, again, this guy was a Nazi.
It’s food for thought anyway. And for what it’s worth, Shoah wasn’t released until years after both these men were dead.
I look forward to watching the rest. I’ve got to get it done as quickly as possible so I can send the discs back to Netflix. They won’t send any more movies until I do.
I have yet to make my first Charley update on Orville. My problem is that I, of course, had to download my FTP program again, and they’ve upgraded it, and the login page looks different. The program won’t let me log in and I can’t figure out what they want that I am not giving them.
I could always go back and post an update from my laptop, but…well…I don’t want to. The whole point of getting Orville was so I would no longer have to rely on my laptop. Plus, if I updated the website on that, I would have to transfer the new/altered files over to Orville and I am lazy.
I will ask Michael about this. If he doesn’t have any ideas I might take a screenshot of the FTP login page and post it on here to see if you guys can figure out what I need to do.
This list is of MPs who were last seen wearing miniskirts. I don’t wear them often myself; I find them uncomfortable. Always having to be so careful when you sit down, or have to pick things up, and so on. I prefer long skirts. But they’re common and honestly I’m surprised this list is so short.
Selected by Sarah: Jeffrey Allen Coonradt, who disappeared on December 20, 1987. The 27-year-old was stationed at Fort Ord, a military base that has since closed. A friend said he dropped him off, and then Jeffrey got swallowed into nothingness.
Speaking of nothingness, I have almost nothing on this disappearance. Half the information in his Charley Project casefile is background info about his family. Foul play is suspected in his case, but I’ve no details beyond that.
What happened to Jeffrey five days before Christmas, twenty-seven years ago?
Welcome all to Orville, my new computer purchased with money raised by you guys!
I’m still in the process of transferring my files and installing programs, so I can’t update tonight. But I will when I get the opportunity. And take a picture and post it here.
This week’s Flashback Friday is Jeanine Camille Barnwell. Her case kind of sticks in my craw; I even dreamed about it five years ago. I think the reason it bothers me so much is that she was so little and I have almost nothing on her. I do have two photographs, neither of which are the greatest quality, though I’ve seen far worse. She had a lovely smile.
I added an updated age-progression of Jeanine in June but beyond that I’ve got zilch. She disappeared from Philadelphia and the NCMEC poster says she was “last seen by her mother.” What does that mean? Also, it says foul play is suspected. That’s all it says. She was three years old, almost four, when she vanished from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on November 15, 1985.
If Jeanine is still alive, she would turn 33 years old this year. I would love it if anyone who knew her, or knew her family, or is her family, or knows anything about the case would either comment on this entry or send me an email. She deserved better than this.
Any ideas? This coming Sunday will be male, but I’m open to female suggestions for future Sundays. Again, we’re looking for cases that preferably are post-1985 (cause 1985 and before is Flashback Friday), and haven’t been talked about — either on this blog, or in the news, or updated on Charley — for awhile. But I’m flexible.
(I want to add that I don’t have any preference as to who submits the names. I know I’ve put up Select It Sunday selections multiple times from the same people — that’s just cause they keep coming back with multiple ideas. I look at the selection, not the selector.)