Well, it’s a little late for everything

Greetings, everyone. I apologize for completely dropping off the map this week. I’ve just been feeling sick and miserable since Tuesday. It started with a horrific headache, followed by vomiting, followed by severe back pain and more vomiting. I tried to take pain medicine yesterday and brought it up, twice.

I finally called my doctor’s office this morning and told the nurse what had been going on and asked if I should come in. She said, “No, I think you should go to ER.” So I dragged myself out of bed, moaning, put on some pants and drove to the hospital.

I spent five hours there, most of it just lying on the bed whimpering in pain. Online friends were suggesting “kidney infection” or “kidney stones” but the hospital determined I had no fever, and an X-ray and a urine test revealed nothing untoward. They shrugged their shoulders, gave me shots for the pain and nausea and a prescription for Tylenol 3, and sent me away. They suggested it was “just a spasm” but that doesn’t really explain why I’ve been puking.

At the pharmacy I ran into Michael’s dad, as well as an employee who knows me and is very friendly and always said hi, and both of them said I looked terrible and they didn’t think I should be going home by myself. I went anyway. I did make sure to text David when I got back though, to let him know I’d arrived safely.

The pain medicine has not been wholly effective, although I’m no longer crying out in pain and I can sit up now without too much difficulty. I hate Tylenol 3; it tastes horrible and leaves a dreadful pharmaceutical aftertaste in your mouth. I texted Michael to ask him to pick up some pop or milk or something with taste to take home to me, because swallowing those pills with just water (my primary liquid these days) is awful.

Michael has come and gone; he came home, dropped off a bag full of pop, and left again to spend the night with his parents for something or other.

I did do that podcast interview yesterday, though — this was before my back started hurting. I felt rather sickly and miserable but didn’t want to cancel at the last second and I made sure Ed had no idea there anything wrong. I think it went rather well. It might go up on Friday or it might wait till next week.

I’m almost sure these are the same person…but…

A NamUs profile that just went up is for Reginald Lovell Garrett. I already had a Reginald Garrett on Charley, courtesy of the CDOJ, so I pulled him up to update his case with the info from the NamUs profile.


Reginald Lovell Garrett on NamUs has the listed date of disappearance as January 1, 1995, and in the “details of disappearance” it says his family doesn’t actually know the date but they believe it was sometime between 1994 and 1996. He is said to have disappeared from Pascagoula, Mississippi, after getting into a car with a white man. The Pascagoula Police Department is investigating.

Reginald Garrett on the Charley Project has a date of disappearance as February 2, 1995, and the place is given as Tulare, California. I have no other details about his disappearance. The Tulare Police Department is investigating.

I’m pretty sure these are the same man. I mean, the names are the same; they’re both black; the listed ages, heights and weights correspond with each other; the date range in Reginald Lovell Garrett’s case fits the date given for Reginald Garrett; Reginald Garrett’s photo closely resembles the three photos of Reginald Lovell Garrett.

I’m just not really sure how to deal with this, though. I mean, where’d he actually disappear from? Is it possible that he disappeared from Mississippi, went to California and then disappeared again from there? This isn’t the only time that’s happened.

Thoughts, anyone?

Oh well, no list for us

Given the rather more exciting than usual presidential election season going on at present — 22 days to go, people, don’t forget to vote! — I thought I might do a Make-a-List Monday of people who disappeared on Election Day throughout the years. So I dug up this list of presidential election dates throughout American history and compared it to my chronological listings and came up with…doodly squat. Almost.

It turns out that only one person in the Charley Project database fits that criteria: Wilbert Martin, a mentally disabled Native American man who was last seen in Klagetoh, Arizona (pop. 242) on November 2, 2004. George Bush and John Kerry were in the running for president. Bush won, obviously.

One person does not a list make, but I thought I’d profile this case on my blog anyway.

Make-a-List Monday: Minors in unusual living situations

I thought I’d make a list today of kids under 18 who were had atypical housing arrangements. I don’t mean kids residing with stepparents, adoptive parents, foster care, boarding schools, group homes or residential treatment centers. Nor do I include cases where the child was left with a non-relative in what was meant to be a temporary arrangement.

I mean minors living with their friends, those living with adult friends of their families, those living with a spouse or boyfriend or girlfriend, those living alone, and those living with members of their extended family, provided the extended family were not officially foster parents or adoptive parents.

I know a guy who lived in a situation like that for a few years. I figured I’d talk about him here. I’m using alias names for everyone, and also placing the story in a different state, for privacy. This story is going to last for several paragraphs so skip to the list if you don’t care. This is what he told me:

START OF STORY: Basically, my friend Alec grew up in a tiny sneeze-and-you-miss it farm community in Illinois. Alec was the oldest of three siblings, and his mother abandoned the family when he was like six years old and dropped completely out of sight. There was a divorce but they couldn’t force her to pay child support because they couldn’t find her.

Alec’s father, Craig, was an alcoholic. The only jobs he could get were low-paying manual labor — construction, farm work, that sort of stuff. There was basically no chance of him improving his career prospects because he was more or less illiterate. Craig could write his name, and he could slowly sound out words if he had to, but his comprehension was just about nil. I don’t know if he had dyslexia or an intellectual disability or whether he simply wasn’t properly educated, but it’s hard to find any kind of decent job if you can’t read.

Craig was also an unreliable employee because of his constant drinking. At home, when drunk, he would verbally abuse his children. I asked Alec once if his father ever beat him and he said no, but he did say Craig “smacked him around” sometimes. When Craig wasn’t working, the family subsisted on food stamps and welfare (this was back before the big welfare overhaul in the mid-nineties) and on whatever Alec could bring in from his own part-time jobs.

One day, when he was 16 or so, Alec just fed up with it and left, with no belongings, and only the clothes on his back. He went across town to his best friend from high school, Trevor Martin. By rural Illinois standards, Trevor’s family was rich. Mom was a professional counselor. Dad was an anesthesiologist, which is one of the highest-paying medical specialties. Alec basically showed up on Trevor’s doorstep and asked the Martins he could stay there for two years until he graduated high school.

And they let him. I wouldn’t say the Martins treated Alec like their own son, but they provided for his material needs and they were nice to him and didn’t use them as their verbal or physical punching bag. Alec remains in close touch with the Martin family to this day.

After Alec graduated high school, the Martins’ generosity did not extend towards paying for his college education. I’m not even sure he wanted to go to college anyway, and his GPA wasn’t that great. He opted to join the military. After his discharge he got a high-paying job using the training the military gave him, and he’s doing well for himself.

Technically I suppose this was a runaway situation, but Craig knew exactly where Alec was the entire time, and never reported him missing to the police. Alec continued to attend the same high school, and the teachers knew he was actually living with the Martins, and nobody reported it. I mean, let’s face it, he was in a much better living situation than CPS could have provided him. END OF STORY

Now on to the list!

  1. Anthony Ross Allen
  2. Andria Ann Bailey
  3. Erica Monique Bradley
  4. Kristina Delane Branum
  5. Zackery Lee Brewer
  6. Niki Diane Britten
  7. Monica Cassandra Carrasco
  8. Amber Elizabeth Cates
  9. Christopher Gage Daniel
  10. Tracy Lynn Davenport
  11. Timothy Jacob Davison
  12. Theresa M. Fishbach
  13. Elizabeth Franks
  14. Angela Lee Freeman
  15. Debra Lee Frost
  16. Richard Gorham
  17. Coral Pearl Hall
  18. Tinze Lucinda Huels
  19. Jennifer Jane Hughes
  20. Karen Beth Kamsch
  21. Mary Sue Kitts
  22. Ruth Ann Leamon
  23. Kase Ann Lee
  24. Chloie Rhianna Leverette
  25. Alexandra Cassandra Livingston
  26. Kristopher Charles Loesch
  27. Faloma Luhk
  28. Maleina Quitugua Luhk
  29. Brianna Alexandria Maitland
  30. Tianna Neshelle Martin
  31. Ila Veronica Tucker Maynard
  32. Heather Lorraine Mehlhoff
  33. Launa Renee Merritt
  34. Garnell Monroe Moore
  35. Sophia Felecita Moreno
  36. Tristen Alan Myers
  37. Ariza Maria Olivares
  38. Victoria Jane Owczynsky
  39. Alicia Guzman Padilla
  40. Jose Francisco Fuentes Pereira
  41. Larry Wayne Perry
  42. Eric Wayne Pyles
  43. Christina Marchell Richart
  44. Joseph Rodriguez
  45. Kathleen Edna Rodgers
  46. Qua’Mere Sincere Rogers
  47. Cristina Ester Ruiz-Rodriguez
  48. Alisha Smiley
  49. Roland Jack Spencer III
  50. Rocio Chila Sperry
  51. Edward Ashton Stubbs
  52. Kylan Patrick Stubler
  53. Patricia Lynn Taylor
  54. Mary Rachel Trlica
  55. Daffany Sherika Tullos
  56. Jahi Marques Turner
  57. Leah Jean Van Schoick
  58. Mary Ann Verdecchia
  59. Brittany Renee Williams
  60. April Susanne Wiss
  61. Quinn Renard Woodfolk
  62. Shelby Raistlin Wright


An honorable mention: Marble Ace Arvidson. Although his residence was officially a foster home, his “foster father” was in his twenties — that is, only a few years older than Marble — and many accounts refer to the other residents in the home as “roommates.”

It’s pretty hard to put a list like this together. I may very well have missed a few, or more than a few. My apologies.

Select It Sunday: Charles Ulrich

This case was suggested by Justin almost two years ago: Charles Albert Ulrich, missing from Uhrichsville, Ohio since January 29, 1975. Uhrichsville is in northeast Ohio, more than a three-hour drive from the village where I grew up.

The day he vanished, Ulrich didn’t follow his morning routine, which involved making coffee and waking up his wife so she could watch her favorite TV show. Instead he apparently walked out of the house into stormy weather (a thunderstorm, not a snowstorm), without shutting the door behind him, and leaving everything behind including the family car.

Although Ulrich is said to have been a physically and mentally healthy man and at 62 he wasn’t exactly old, I wonder if he had some kind of mini-stroke or other episode that caused him to become confused and wander from home. But in that case, why wasn’t he located?

Whatever happened to Charles Ulrich in 1975, he’s definitely dead now — if still alive he’d be 104 at the end of this month.

I did a search and the Newspapers.com archive has a few articles I’ll have to check out.

Some more “UnFound” podcasts

The guy who does the “UnFound” podcasts has just released three more. (My links for the MPs’ names direct you to their Charley Project casefiles; click on the “UnFound” link above to see the podcasts.) There’s:

The podcaster, Ed Dentzel, interviewed me by phone on September 21. We talked for about an hour, and afterwards, at his request, I emailed him a bunch of stuff. The September call was actually what they call a pre-interview. The real, public interview will be next week. In the meantime, Ed is going to send me an outline of how he’d like the interview to go, what questions he plans to ask me, etc., for me to examine and suggest possible changes if needs be.

Flashback Friday: Gary Wayne Dover

This week’s Flashback Friday case is Gary Wayne Dover, who disappeared from the city of Denton, Texas on August 29, 1981. Denton is up in the northern part of the state near the Oklahoma border.

I don’t have much on Gary Dover’s case. His car was found abandoned after his disappearance, which isn’t a great sign. I haven’t heard about any evidence of violence in the car, like blood or anything, but foul play is suspected in Dover’s disappearance.

A fairly unusual distinguishing characteristic: Dover has a bullet wound scar in his lower left leg, and the bullet was still inside him. He also suffers from an unspecified “eye disorder” but generally refused to wear his prescription glasses.

If he were alive today he could be 66.