Make-a-List Monday: Butterfly tattoos

I was surprised to see any men at all on this list. But there are two of them.

  1. Angela Abbrederis
  2. Cynthia Colleen Allegro
  3. Julia Christine Aul
  4. Samantha Nicole Burns
  5. Barbara Elizabeth Cantu
  6. Beverly Marie Chandler
  7. Donna Teresa Cupido
  8. Calvin Ray Deets
  9. Patricia Ann Dickman
  10. Patricia Jean Dixon
  11. Tammy Cherie Ellis
  12. Leann Faulk
  13. Tabitha Lynn Franklin
  14. Sandra Mason Gann
  15. Niani Afrahiyana Tarik Gillum
  16. Ronda Sue Harney
  17. Jackie Ellen Hawks
  18. Stephanie Paige Haynes
  19. Maegan Janean Hembree
  20. Peggy Ilene Humber
  21. Laura B. Jones
  22. Wendy Danniel Kent
  23. Charles Ray Koller Sr.
  24. Linda Rose Lamont
  25. Linda Williams Lawerence
  26. Risha Aleena Lewis
  27. Misty Ann Lowder
  28. Paula Agnes Lynch*
  29. Amy Marie Matthews
  30. Heather Lynn Maude
  31. Shannon Zelinski McCully
  32. Nancy Kareen Moyer
  33. Ashley Morris Mullis
  34. Kathleen Murphy
  35. Sherry Myers
  36. Kim-Marie O’Connell
  37. Colleen Elizabeth Perris
  38. Michelle Loree Parker
  39. Jamie Nicole Peterson
  40. Kacey Lynn Prim
  41. April Kelly Reed
  42. Kelly Lundy Rothwell
  43. Shannon J. Salisbury
  44. Angelica Esperanza Sandoval
  45. Megan Nicole Shultz
  46. Sylvia Lourdes Standly*
  47. Lisa Michelle Stebic
  48. Kimberly Dawn Stewart
  49. Christina Torres
  50. China Renee Videon
  51. Rosalind Allen Wall
  52. Christine Lindsey Walters
  53. Beatriz Adriana Wheeler
  54. Tiffany Michelle Whitton
  55. Jennifer Lynn Wilkerson
  56. Paula Ann Worcester
  57. Rachel Marie Yates
  58. Dawn Marie Young
  59. Londa Lynn Young
  60. Tracy Sue Zandstra


Select It Sunday: D’Wan Sims

Chosen by Lisa, this week’s Select It Sunday case is D’Wan Christian Sims, a four-year-old who vanished from Livonia, Michigan 21 years ago next month.

D’Wan’s mom, Dwanna Harris (aka Jackson) said he vanished suddenly while they were shopping at the mall, but there’s no evidence he was ever actually there. In fact, given as how he never showed up on the mall’s security cameras and witnesses saw Harris there alone, there’s evidence that he WASN’T at the mall at all. So, then, where was he, and why did his mother lie?

Dwanna was convicted of misdemeanor assault in 1996; she threatened her husband with a knife. They had an infant daughter. Last indication of her whereabouts that I could find was from 2009, when she was interviewed by a Michigan newspaper over the phone. She lived in Durham, North Carolina at the time. There are several people named Dwanna Jackson and Dwanna Harris listed on Facebook, but I don’t know if any of them are her. She has maintained contact with the Livonia police over the years and hasn’t been officially named as a suspect in her son’s disappearance.

Got back in the saddle

Updated this evening. The Gary Hose case is such a sad one and it’s so fracking obvious what happened there. I hope they find him and get some justice. Kudos to his brother for getting the investigation started again.

I do wonder whether that date of disappearance is accurate. I got it from NamUs, but I don’t know what they’re basing it on and some media outlets are being a bit vague, saying he was last seen sometime in either 1974 or 1975. Chances are that Gary’s parents didn’t report him missing whenever it happened.

I might find myself being more productive than usual in the next week or two. Yesterday, I don’t know what happened, I bricked my Kindle Fire. I took it out of my purse and the screen was cracked and it didn’t work anymore. I must have banged it against something but I don’t remember. Spent about 45 minutes on the phone with Amazon customer support, and we did the best we could, but it was hopeless. Fortunately it’s under warranty still. Once I send back the broken Fire, I’ll get a replacement. I was going to send it back today but unfortunately didn’t get to the post office in time.

Anyway, no more Kindle books for the moment. I’m having a bit of a rough time now generally and working on the Charley Project was the only thing all day that lifted me out of my black mood.

Flashback Friday: Dixie Forrester

This week’s Flashback Friday case is Dixie May Forrester, a 31-year-old mother last seen in Springfield, Missouri on July 11, 1971. If she were alive today she would be 76, but it seems pretty unlikely to me. The police actually arrested Dixie’s ex-husband for her murder, but had to let him go for lack of evidence.

I wonder if the case could have been, or maybe could still be, solved now with modern science and stuff. If Dixie’s ex did in fact commit the crime, he’s dead now and we can’t do anything to him anymore. But it might get some closure for her family.

I don’t have much on Dixie’s disappearance and no idea whether her ex-husband is still considered a suspect or not. I don’t even have a good photograph. Sigh.

A request

I got a lot of emails while I was gone, many related to the Charley Project, and haven’t had time yet to respond to them or otherwise act on them.

One in particular has grabbed my attention though, and for future reference I would like to ask you something:


Not only am I, as I have said a zillion times before, not an appropriate person to send tips to, I really don’t like looking at pictures like that.

Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving

Yeah, I got back from Nashville pretty late on Wednesday night. Besides that little misunderstanding at the hotel, I had a great time and Jeff was the perfect host. Here’s all the stuff I saw, in order (I think):

  1. The Hermitage, Andrew Jackson’s house. Pretty cool. I wish I’d have been able to take photos of the inside of the house because it was so pretty, but photograph wasn’t allowed. The wallpaper showed a scene from the Odyssey (actually, the Telemachy, if you want to be picky) and it was original. The tour guide was like, “Try to stay away from the walls and women, hold your purses in front of you and not on your shoulders because this wallpaper is 200 years old and we don’t want to mess it up.” The outbuildings were nice too. There was a garden and I talked to the gardener and he said they were trying to make it as authentic as possible, using not only the plants Andrew Jackson would have grown, but non-modern versions of those plants. He pointed to a bed of flowers that had been sentenced to death and would be dug up soon because they were modern and hadn’t existed in Jackson’s time. They don’t have a lot of records about what Jackson grew in his garden, though, so there was some guesswork and a lot of reliance on Thomas Jefferson’s garden records. I asked if they were growing Jefferson’s cannabis anywhere and he said no.
    As for Jackson himself, I learned a lot about him at the Hermitage museum. I hadn’t realized he was so influential in American history. I have mixed feelings about him. Because, you know, great leader and war hero, but also slave-owner and Native American persecutor. I mean, I know EVERY white guy back then was a horrible racist, but it still makes me feel uncomfortable.
  2. The Ryman Auditorium. I hate country music and so does Jeff but it’s hard to spend a week as a tourist in Nashville and totally avoid country music stuff. I guess a lot of really famous musicians have played at the Ryman, and we got shown their dressing room and glass cases of stuff that belonged to them. But like I said, I hate country music and didn’t recognize half the names the tour guide mentioned. At the gift shop, it was hard to find anything I was interested in. I didn’t want a t-shirt or something like that because I didn’t want anyone thinking I liked country music. Finally I bought a Christmas tree ornament, and wound up giving it to Michael’s mom when I got home.
  3. The Hard Rock Cafe, Nashville. We ate there, but really I just wanted to go for the t-shirt. I collect Hard Rock Cafe stuff and that shirt is the first one I’ve gotten new instead of used, online. (I actually own a very old Hard Rock Cafe, Leningrad shirt. Leningrad hasn’t been called Leningrad since the Communist era, so that’s how old it is.)
  4. The General Jackson Showboat. This was a cruise on the Cumberland river at night. There was dinner (which I didn’t eat, though I did have some pecan pie for desert) and a band playing country music themed Christmas songs, and some scantily clad dancing girls and their decently covered-up male partners. Jeff and I were seated at a table quite near the stage, and there was a married couple at that table, in their seventies I think. I got to talking to the lady and she told me her granddaughter was one of the dancing girls and they went to see her perform often. It was really cold outside but Jeff and I did go out on deck for a bit and took some pretty pictures. Nashville is a surprisingly attractive city, especially at night.
  5. The Parthenon. Back in the 1890s Nashville built a full-scale copy of the Greek Parthenon for their Centennial Exposition. They decided to keep it (most of the buildings they made for the centennial they pulled down after it was over) and now it’s an art museum. Jeff and I wandered around inside checking out paintings and sculptures. I’m not really interested in art. But the statue of Athena was really cool. It’s like 50 feet high and painted gold and stuff.
  6. The Lane Motor Museum. This is a car museum, obviously, though it has a few motorized bikes as well. I took loads of pictures. The museum specializes in foreign cars (most of them seemed to come from France) and micro-cars. The micro-cars were so ridiculous looking. Many of them made my dad’s Smart Car look spacious. They looked like circus clown cars or something. There were also some propeller-driven vehicles. One, according to the sign, had been made by a French guy and hidden in a barn in the 1930s, and wasn’t retrieved until the 1990s. It was restored and it actually passed safety tests so it’s street-legal in France.
  7. The Belle Meade Plantation. A historic plantation with all the period buildings and a beautiful house where, again, photography was not permitted. The house was decorated for Christmas and each room showed how a different decade of the 1800s celebrated Christmas. They also have a winery and complimentary wine tasting. There were six different wines, three red and three white, all of which tasted equally horrible to me. (I really, really hate all forms of alcohol.) I did, however, buy a book for my dad about Prohibition-era recipes. He makes his own wine on top of his fridge using Concord grape juice, and puts it in used two-liter bottles, labels it “Chateau Good”, and gives a lot of it away as gifts. A lot of people really like it and come back asking for more.

So that was the last thing I saw before I checked out on Wednesday and returned home. I’m going to resume my updates tonight or tomorrow. A lot of stuff has happened in my absence.

[EDIT: Oh, crap, I forgot to say I saw Neil DeGrasse Tyson speak at Andrew Jackson Hall. That was AWESOME. Honestly, that experience alone made the whole trip worth it. He said so many interesting things and a lot of it was so funny too. He had a PowerPoint presentation, and he said, “A lot of you are wondering about Pluto and whether or not it’s a planet. Well, I’m going to answer that question in my next slide. It’s a very nuanced slide so read it carefully.” The next slide just said in huge letters, “NO.” Neil went on to say he had been “implicated in the demotion of Pluto” and had “not actually committed the crime” but “I was an accessory, I drove the getaway car.”

There was a Q&A at the end and I thought of a great question, but unfortunately it was after he was wrapping up and it was too late to ask. My question was, “So what do you think of the Wow signal?”]

Make-a-List Monday: Name tattoos

This is a list of MPs who have someone’s name tattooed on them. Sometimes this can be a little bit unclear. Like suppose my source says: “Tattoos: Rose on her abdomen.” Do they mean a rose or the name Rose?

Me, I don’t have any tattoos. I’ve considered getting one (particularly while watching episodes of Ink Master), and even have an idea of the kind of tattoo I’d get, and Michael has offered to pay for it, but I’m hesitant. Obviously it’s a big decision worth careful consideration, as it’s hard to un-make a tattoo once you’d made one.

  1. Ariana Angela Amaya
  2. Sharon Rose Apgar
  3. Lakeisha Nicole Archie
  4. Kelly Jon Armstrong
  5. Kathy Joan Arredondo
  6. David Michael Bacon
  7. Cecil O. Baker
  8. James Michael Baker
  9. Jolee Baker
  10. Juanita Elanor Bardin
  11. Samatha Elizabeth Baremore
  12. Michelle Jean Barnett
  13. Dallas Clifford Basham
  14. Sara Bautisda
  15. Tyesha Patrice Bell
  16. Fernando Castillo Benitez Jr.
  17. Santiago Hamiez Benitez
  18. Martha Cecilia Bennett
  19. Joseph Brandon Benton
  20. Aussie Antionette Binford
  21. David Wayne Blizzard
  22. Tracey Elizabeth Brazzel
  23. Justin Lane Bressman
  24. Shaniece Mona Briggs
  25. Dana Jane Bruce
  26. Michael James Bruce
  27. Alex James Buonassisi
  28. Letron Davis Burruss
  29. Melissa Susan Bursley
  30. Carl Butler Jr.
  31. Johnny Mireles Cabanyog
  32. Christie Marie Cales
  33. Gilbert Paul Caravallo
  34. Fernando Paul Cardenas
  35. Casey Clark
  36. Jeremiah Matthew Claypool
  37. Micky Colman
  38. Miguel Cortes
  39. Kelli Ann Cox
  40. Alexander Lamar Crear
  41. Beatrice Lopez Cubelos
  42. Dymashal Lashon Cullins
  43. Athena Joy Curry
  44. Rachel Lucille Cyriacks
  45. Pamela Sue Dalton
  46. Timothy Wayne Dalton
  47. Jose Antonio Damo
  48. Crist Nelson Dauberman Sr.
  49. Toni Gene Day
  50. Marie Chantal Delly
  51. Susan Marie DeQuina
  52. Pamela Sue Dalton
  53. Alan Rhys Dowden
  54. Joyce Lynn Dupont
  55. Kathleen Ellen Durkin
  56. William Isaac Eastep
  57. Ashley Marie Eiffert
  58. Nicole Danielle Engle
  59. Angelina Joy Evans
  60. Charles M. Fabian
  61. Tammy Lynn Farrell
  62. Leann Faulk
  63. Vincent Edward Faulkner
  64. Terry Steven Fox*
  65. Steven Anthony Frick
  66. Jami Charlene Furnandiz
  67. Stan Galbreath
  68. Eloy Cisero Garcia
  69. Gina Renee Garcia
  70. Omar Jabree Gibson
  71. Ali I’isha Gilmore
  72. Felipa Victoria Gonzales
  73. Johnny Gonzales
  74. Castulo Gerardo Gonzalez
  75. Shameeka M. Gordon-Dixon
  76. Keyshia Graham
  77. Howard V. Gratteau
  78. Kevin Jamal Gray
  79. Trenton Ronnie Greene
  80. Camora Lynn Grimes
  81. Jamie Christine Grossman
  82. Clara Marie Grunst
  83. Jose Nery Guillen
  84. Glen Allen Hardiman
  85. James Harig
  86. Shannon Darnell Harris
  87. Unique RaQuel-Leona Harris
  88. Jillian Elizabeth Henderson-Ortiz
  89. Jeannie Elizabeth Hernandez
  90. Jorge Cruz Hernandez
  91. Dawn Michelle Holt
  92. Jerry Dwayne Isenhour
  93. Tineshia Rene Jackson
  94. George Erick James
  95. Tracey A. Jessup
  96. Melody Gay Jewell
  97. Michael Henry Johnson
  98. Kimberly Sue Jones
  99. Charles Ray Jordan Jr.
  100. Cedrick A. Kalil
  101. William Taylor Kaminskas
  102. Sabah Nasheed Karriem-Conner
  103. Sotirios Konstinonos Kaviris
  104. Elaina Nicole Kellis
  105. Sarah May Kilgore
  106. Keith Kenton King
  107. Richard Kirchmann
  108. Patricia Denise Knight
  109. Dale Leary
  110. Ashley S. Legare
  111. Risha Aleena Lewis
  112. Teleta Michelle Lightfoot
  113. Diane Ries Lima
  114. Baltazar Lopez
  115. Jose Garnica Lopez
  116. Patricia Loya
  117. Jason Richard Macias
  118. Maria Martinez
  119. Perfecto Roger Martinez Jr.
  120. Heather Lynn Maude
  121. Billy Lee Maynard
  122. Roy Maynard
  123. Latroy Deon McGriff
  124. Shelley Mook
  125. Kimberly Doreen Mullens
  126. Ashley Morris Mullins
  127. Tiwana Tyann Murphy
  128. Dennis John Murray
  129. Laurel Elizabeth Newquist
  130. Randy Scott Nichols
  131. Geraldine Ann Obregon-Gingles
  132. Justin Weldon O’Brien
  133. Ada Marie Odell
  134. Marc William Oestrike
  135. Rodger Lewis Osborn
  136. Beverly Ann Ozuna-Ulrich
  137. Winter Angel Rose Parks
  138. Jamie Nichole Peterson
  139. Richard Petrone Jr.
  140. Elizabeth Ann Pfeifer
  141. Deanna Virginia Pickering
  142. Curtis Ken Plagge
  143. Crystal Dawn Morrison Prentice
  144. Michael Phillip Proctor
  145. Melanie Ann Quadros
  146. Michael Ryan Rangel
  147. Nicole Lititia Reeves
  148. Curtis Douglas Reich
  149. Betty Jean Rhodes
  150. Michael Roy Richards
  151. Kenneth John Ritchie
  152. Betty Marie Roberts
  153. William Larry Roland*
  154. Phyllis Rome
  155. Jay Rosenkranse
  156. Sheryl Lyn Rucci
  157. Conrado Cortez Rueda
  158. Humberto Martinez Ruvalcaba
  159. Paul David Sanders
  160. Angelica Esperanza Sandoval
  161. Jonathan Schaff
  162. Thomas Frank Scott
  163. Nancy Nicole Shipley
  164. Bobby Nathan Simpson
  165. William Paul Smolinski Jr.
  166. Lisa Magnolia Snelgrove
  167. Larry Darnell Stackhouse Jr.
  168. Lisa Michelle Stebic
  169. Lutricia Steele
  170. Karhonda Walker Stringfellow
  171. Ashley Nicole Summers
  172. Ben Ta
  173. Ricky Daniel Tanner
  174. Kimberly T. Tatum
  175. Jerome Thomas
  176. John Matthew Thrasher
  177. Alfonso Miranda Torres
  178. Cordell Eugene Turnage
  179. Tina Ann Velasco
  180. Anna Vigil
  181. DeNeka Dashay Walker
  182. Richard Walker
  183. Jacob Wallace
  184. Grongie Ward
  185. Dennis Marshal Weeks
  186. Lindsay Marie Wells
  187. Brian Lee Wentz
  188. Kamesha L. Williams
  189. Brandon Wise
  190. Adrienne Witherspoon
  191. Brittney Nicole Wood
  192. Paula Anne Worcester
  193. Paul Cecil Worsham
  194. Carmela Mildred Yacavino
  195. Rita Sue Zul


Why does this always happen to me?

So I’m in Nashville.

Michael can only stay a few days and I want to stay longer so we decided to drive there separately. I had an appointment at 3:00 yesterday and couldn’t leave till after that. Jeff says he can’t comfortably put someone up in his apartment so he booked a Hilton hotel room for me.

My trip was uneventful up until I actually arrived in the city.

I had printed out instructions from Michael’s address to Nashville, and once I got there I used my iPhone to look up the address of the Hilton and tell me how to get there. I noticed the battery had dipped into the red. I have no car charger; I lost it when I accidentally left it in my old car before they junked it.

That was the first problem. Fast on its heels came another: the phone told me to turn left at a “no left turn” intersection. I turned right and then attempted to go around the block but wasn’t able to and became lost. It was almost eleven and, needless to say, quite dark, and I was very tired.

I finally got un-lost and arrived at the hotel, dragged my stuff inside and asked where the elevators were. They asked what room I wanted and I said, “229.”

“Um, we have no Room 229.”

Confused, I asked them to look up Jeff in their computer. He said he’d booked the room in his name. It turned out there was no such person staying at the hotel.

I called him, hoping the battery didn’t wear out mid conversation, and it turned out he was at another Hilton across town. I hadn’t known there were two. The nice man at the desk printed out directions for me and I sighed and went on my way.

Of course it was hard to navigate, in the dark, struggling to both watch the road and read the paper in my lap. I ran into another situation where I was supposed to make a left turn and couldn’t (couldn’t get in the correct lane in time), got lost again and wandered the streets of Nashville for nearly an hour. I was afraid to call Jeff or use the phone’s navigation in case the battery died on me. By then I was crying.

I finally found the second hotel and pulled into the garage, only to find the way blocked by a security gate with a numeric keypad. There was very little room to turn around and remember, I drive a Buick. I managed with some difficulty and went looking for another place to park. There was another parking garage next door and I pulled into there. Then I saw a sign saying this was an apartment building garage for residents only and violators would be towed.

Again, there was very little room in which to turn around. I could only manage by pulling into an empty parking space and backing out.

Even on the best days I suck at parking. I entered the space at an angle and tried to straighten out, then realized I couldn’t get out again. There was a support pillar next to the parking space and when I tried to back out, my driver’s side mirror clipped it and would have snapped off if I’d kept going. I kept moving forward and then backward and then forward trying to fix the problem, but if anything I was making it worse.

I was frustrated, exhausted, mortified by the position I’d found myself in, and stuck in a parking space where I had no right to be. I gave up on the car for the meantime, got out and walked to the hotel. I was crying pretty hard and embarrassed at what Jeff would think when he saw me.

I reached the hotel and knocked on the glass doors to get their attention; it was nearly midnight and the doors were locked at that hour. They seemed to debate among themselves as to whether to let me in. Finally they did, and the night manager asked what was going on. I was a bit hysterical by then and my face was all covered in tears and snot and I was hyperventilating.

I tried to explain as best I could. They looked up Jeff’s name in the computer and said he wasn’t there. There was another Hilton across town; perhaps he was there? I had just come from there. Well, was I sure he was in Nashville and not, say, Memphis? Yes, I was sure, and I explained my car was stuck and I couldn’t go anywhere anyway. I wondered if I would have to spend the night in the car.

It was now midnight. The manager said she was under no obligation to help me because I was not a hotel guest, Jeff wasn’t there, and if I didn’t stop making a scene she would call the police.

Finally I called Jeff. He WAS there after all. I don’t know why they thought he wasn’t. He came downstairs immediately, have me a huge hug, brushed aside my apologies and said the whole thing was his fault for not telling me there were two Hiltons. He then went to the car with me, was able to get it out of the parking space without damaging it, and showed me how to get into the hotel parking garage. We spent two hours talking before going to sleep (in separate beds of course).

Tomorrow night Michael is going to have dinner with us and meet Jeff for the first time. I can only hope things improve from here.

Taking it all back

So it looks like I’ll be going to Nashville, Tennessee for around about a week, leaving tomorrow evening. This is not 100% set in stone but I’m pretty sure I’m going. It’s kind of an impromptu thing that I just thought up this morning.

Michael is going to Nashville with some friends for a gaming convention. He had told me this before but I totally forgot, and he brought it up again last night. I remembered that my friend Jeff — this friend — now lived in Tennessee, in one of those -ville towns. I couldn’t remember if it was Nashville or Knoxville or maybe Jacksonville, but I thought: if it is Nashville I would love to visit him again. So I texted him. It is indeed Nashville and he would love to see me again too.

For me, it’s not just about seeing Jeff, although that’s enticing enough. I’ve known him since I was thirteen or fourteen years old. We’re like brother and sister. But it’s also about taking back what was mine. For years I have wanted to go on a vacation and have a good time with no incidents, no complications. The last time I tried that, in 2009, we all know what happened. I feel like Rollo stole my vacation and that by visiting Jeff again and doing the whole tourist thing, even in another city, it would be like taking it back.

Now it’s a matter of finding someone to take care of the cats, and making sure there will be room for me in Michael’s friend’s car.

MP of the week: Jonathan Schrattenholzer

This week’s featured missing person is Marine Corps reservist Jonathan Schrattzenholzer, who disappeared from Clarkston, Washington in 2012 at the age of twenty. I don’t much on his disappearance and haven’t updated his casefile since I put it up three years ago. I don’t have enough information to speculate as to what happened to him.