Louann Bowers released from prison

I’m a bit behind in the times — this news is from July 1 — but I thought I’d share it anyway: Louann Emma Bowers has been released from prison after serving four concurrent terms for child endangerment.

(“Concurrent” sentences is where you serve all the sentences at the same time. Like, if you get six years for theft and twenty years for murder, concurrently, you only serve twenty years. “Consecutive” sentences are where you serve one sentence at a time; for the previous example you could get serve 26 years in prison.)

Louann is supposed to be on probation for 23 months. While she was in custody she had a sixth child, got her GED and took parenting classes. I hope she continues to improve herself now that she’s out, and maybe get custody of her kids back. It sounds like she needs a lot of serious counseling.

Many people still missing in the aftermath of civil war in Nepal

Nepal, a tiny county between India and China (home to one half of Mount Everest), had a civil war the last decade. Probably not many Americans know about it; probably a significant minority have never even HEARD of Nepal. But it, like its neighbor country Bhutan, has fascinated me for a long time now and I’d love to visit (not to climb Everest, though).

Anyway, I found some articles addressing the missing person problem in Nepal. Loads of people disappeared during the civil war and many still have not been found. All the headlines say “hundreds” are missing but that doesn’t explain the opening paragraph of one article:

Almost five years after the end of the decade-long insurgency in Nepal in which almost 14,000 people were killed, the status of more than 13,000 other people who went missing during that period is still unknown.

Um, 13,000 is not “hundreds.” Someone needs to check their math. Or maybe they meant to say 1300, in which case they need to check their typing.

Articles:
Nepal: Families losing hope of meeting missing kin (Hindustan Times)
Hundreds still missing in Nepal after the end of its civil war in 2006 (World Tribune)
Five years after war, hundreds still missing in Nepal (Daiji World)

I know of a nonprofit organization, Next Generation Nepal, which works to reunite victims of human trafficking with their families. I read the founder’s memoir, Little Princes, and it was excellent. He was inspired to start the organization after he spent some time volunteering at a Nepalese orphanage and discovered that few, if any, of the children were actually orphans. They were in fact victims of trafficking and had families who were alive and trying to find them.

The quest for “Ivan Match”

The I-Match people are still not returning my calls. I called them twice today. The first time I got transferred around and finally landed on a busy signal. I shouted a bad word and threw my phone against the wall. Then I called them again and refused to let the operator transfer me, explaining my predicament and begging her to Do Something. She went away and then came back to say the I-Match director would call me back this very same day, Scout’s Honor.

(As of this writing she has two and a half hours till the clinic closes. I’m waaaaaiting…..)

I called my neurologist in Fort Wayne, Dr. Bultemeyer, and left a message saying could she call the I-Match people. I thought maybe a doctor’s message would carry more weight than my own. The nurse called back and said, what on earth do I want, what is the I-Match, etc. I tried hard to be patient and explain what it was.

“Spell it,” she said.

“I hyphen match,” I said.

She said she would try to call them. I got into the shower. In the middle of my showering she called back. I raced to take it, dripping wet, hoping it might be Cleveland. No, it was the nurse, saying that nobody at the Cleveland Clinic had ever heard of a Dr. Ivan Match, and her Google searches were also fruitless, so what exactly did I want her to do?

I think if I had actually been there I would have bitten her.

Once again I explained my problem and emphasized the I-Match was not a doctor, indeed not a person, it was a three-week pain management program.

“Not neurology?” she said.

“Not neurology,” I said wearily. If she had actually pulled up my patient file she would have seen I was in for headaches.

She called back in about 45 minutes to say she had made an appointment for me to see Dr. Barron, my neurologist in Cleveland, at 3:00 p.m. today. I resisted the urge to ask her if she had reserved a helicopter for me. Cleveland is 226 miles from Fort Wayne, and 193 miles from my home in Ohio, and when she called me it was 1:30 p.m. I tried to keep the rage and frustration out of my voice while I told her I would be unable to make the appointment because I was too far away.

“Cancel the appointment then,” she said. She gave me the number to call and hung up. I didn’t get the chance to tell her that I did not want to see Dr. Barron anyway, since he had told me he could do nothing more for me and it was he who referred me to the I-Match program.

I called Cleveland again and canceled the appointment. The lady tried to reschedule me but I explained that I wanted to go into I-Match. She tried to transfer me to the director’s voice mail but I stopped her. “I don’t know what to do for you,” she said. “The only way to get into the I-Match is to call the director.” Fine, I said, just cancel the appointment.

At this point I was desperate for help from a doctor, ANY doctor, to get ahold of I-Match. I contemplated asking Dr. Bruno’s office if they would call the I-Match program for me. Instead I called Dr. Easley, explained my problem to the nurse and asked her to call. She promised to “investigate.”

Now I am feeling rather homicidal about it all, and considering desperate methods, such as threatening to immolate myself on the Cleveland Clinic steps if I don’t get an appointment, or kidnapping the director and holding her hostage like that guy did in House.

Now I wait.

Two most excellent articles

Excellent Article #1: Psychic Detectives Have a Perfect Record…of NOT solving crimes.

Take the story of Portland, Ore., clairvoyant Laurie McQuary. A creative sting was set up by the Inside Edition TV show in March. A producer posing as a distraught brother in search of his missing sister hired McQuary for $400. She looked at the photo of the girl and claimed she had been sexually assaulted and killed, but the case was still solvable. The psychic detective even pointed to a remote location on a map where the body could be found. The next day, McQuary was taped in an interview with an Inside Edition correspondent who revealed that the photo was the correspondent as a young girl and not the missing sister of the show’s producer. Asked how she could be so wrong, the psychic ended the interview and walked off the set.

A sample of one does not prove the case, but 10 other psychics contacted by the show similarly stated the girl had been murdered.

Sweeeeeet.

I love how they almost always say the victim is “near water.” Practically everywhere is reasonably close to “water.” There’s a creek running about a thousand feet behind my house in Ohio. Fort Wayne has the Three Rivers. Puddles are water, aren’t they? And even if the victim is found buried in the desert in Arizona, who knows, there might be a sewer pipeline running underground nearby or something. Ann Rule noted one case where the victim was said to be near “a pond with trees, rocks and fallen logs.” Now, where in western Washington state would you find such a location?

As for the second excellent article, I think I may just show it to the next person who threatens to sue me for “libeling” them by stating on my website that they did exactly what they admit to have done.

Jameika Porch’s murder still unsolved

I found this anniversary article about the still-unsolved murder of four-year-old Jameika Porch, who was once profiled on the MPCCN. She was abducted from her grandmother’s home in Chattanooga, Tennessee in the middle of the night on August 14, 1994. She had been sleeping in the same bed as her eight-year-old cousin when someone came in and carried her out through the window, without waking her cousin. It wasn’t until five years later, in October 1999, that Jameika’s remains were found in an industrial park, and even then they weren’t identified until April 2000. She had been strangled.

From the sound of the article it sounds like the police don’t know much more than they did eleven years ago.

MP news snippets

Per Justin: it looks like Mitrice Richardson’s parents and Los Angeles County have reached a settlement. See my previous Mitrice writings here. Los Angeles County has agreed to shell out 900k for whatever mistakes they made before and after her death. Personally, I don’t think she was the victim of a homicide, but this was a very tragic case all around.

The prosecutor in the Jeanine Sanchez Harms case has announced that the evidence proves Maurice Nasmeh, the prime suspect in her disappearance, killed her. Nasmeh had been charged with murder, but the charges were dropped to give the authorities time to retest crucial physical evidence. Now the tests are over. It’s a little late, though, because Harms’s brother murdered Nasmeh early this year.

Somehow I missed this, but last month John Skelton pleaded no contest to false imprisonment in the disappearances of his three sons, Andrew, Alexander and Tanner. The boys have been missing without a trace since last November and were probably killed by their father. Homicide charges may be filed in the future as evidence warrants. In the meantime, John faces up to fifteen years in prison at sentencing, which is scheduled for September 15.

The News Tribune has written again about Misty Copsey: this article about her disappearance and this article about possible suspects in her case. (I commented on the first article.) The News Tribune did a three-part series about Misty two years ago, which provided a lot of new information on the case.

A human skull found in Temple, Texas has been identified as Daniel Patrick Sullivan, a 55-year-old who’d been missing since April 2009. The police say there’s no evidence of foul play, but the death is under investigation and the cause and manner of death are undetermined. It looks like they haven’t found anything but the skull, which obviously places limitations on how much they can find out.

Jamie sent me this article about four senior citizens who have been missing Vancouver, British Columbia Huntsville, Ontario since the late nineties. They were “vulnerable” because they were estranged from their families, had health problems and had been in and out of homeless shelters. Their names: Joan Dorothy Lawrence (age 77), John James Semple (89), John Leroy Crofts (70) and Ralph Bernard Grant (69). Foul play is suspected in their disappearances.

Waiting and dealing

While I wait to get into the I-Match Program I have to have something to keep me going and keep the pain off my back. So I went to see Dr. Easley yet again today. I called his office at eight and got an appointment for ten, which was impressive. We talked about options. The only thing I could think of to do was go back on MS Contin (morphine) again, which didn’t thrill me, since it made me so tired all the time before. Dr. Easley suggested Fentanyl patches instead. So I’ll try that.

For today I got another Demerol shot — my third in the past week. I had to go the hospital next door to Dr. Easley’s office to get it. In the outpatient room, while I was waiting my turn with all the people hooked up to IVs, I struck up a conversation with the woman next to me and somehow within two minutes we were talking about breast implants and porn stars and for once this was not entirely my fault. We talked for about ten minutes and by the end I was jabbering on about the early life of Joseph Stalin. Didja know, he was a weatherman (his only real job), and a bank robber?

I found this message board where people who had been in I-Match praised it, which makes me hopeful.

Well, this is it

I think I will just have to go into that three-week pain management program for my headache. I have resigned myself. I will call them at nine; I think that’s when they open. The pain’s got really bad and just won’t go away. The night before last I was screaming. It’s just like it was in October. I’ve had two Demerol shots this week and the doctor was like, “You again. Always coming back and asking for the same thing.” 50 mg of Demerol doesn’t cut it anymore. I need 75 mg. And of course it doesn’t last.

It’s hard to explain the pain. It’s usually not as extreme as last night — not like “slammed a door on your finger” kind of pain. But it’s bad, and worse, it’s relentless. It NEVER LEAVES. It just taints every thing I do and saps my energy and makes it so hard to concentrate on anything. I often function at half-capacity, or less, because the other half is preoccupied with the Headache.

I really didn’t want to do this pain management thing because it’s so expensive and it’s three weeks long. But it may save time and money in the long run.

I just hope their waiting list isn’t too long.