Just a word of warning: I’m going to be extremely busy all of next week and I don’t think I’ll be getting much of anything done on the website. I’ve mentioned before about a certain project I’m working on. I’ll be working on that project all next week. I can’t say anything more about it in public at this time.
And next weekend, of course, I’m going to Wisconsin. It will take pretty much an entire day just to get there. I’ll be leaving Friday. The event is Saturday, and I’m going to spend Saturday night in Green Bay and then return home on Sunday.
So in two weeks I will be attending the fifth annual missing persons awareness event in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I went to the first, second, and fourth ones.
This year, I will not have to stay in l’Hotel a la Sketchy or an Airbnb; due to the sponsorship of a certain person who shall remain anonymous for the moment, I will be staying in a respectable establishment for once.
I should have a blast. I always do.
This week’s featured missing person is Debra Jean Cole, a twelve-year-old girl who disappeared from Lebanon, Indiana on August 29, 1981.
They’re pretty sure Debra was killed by her mother’s live-in boyfriend, who definitely killed Debra’s sister Frances in 1983. Unfortunately, the boyfriend was never prosecuted in either case. He died in 1989, and Debra’s body has never been found.
In honor of Black History Month I’m profiling one African-American MP every day on this blog for the month of February. Today’s case is actually three disappearances: 32-year-old Sarah W. Boyd, her friend, 31-year-old Linda McCord, and Sarah’s daughter, two-year-old Kimberly Janis Boyd, who disappeared somewhere between Dorchester County and Orangeburg County, South Carolina on April 3, 1987.
They had gone to a gospel concert and were last seen driving back home. They never arrived and their car was found abandoned in Dorchester County on April 5.
I haven’t been able to find a whole lot on this case. It seems like it should have gotten SOME media attention; I mean, three people gone missing at once, and Kimberly was just adorable, a little doll. It’s entirely possible there was significant attention and I just haven’t found the news yet; this was thirty years ago, after all.
It sounds like the three of them may have been harmed by someone they stopped to help. If evidence was properly preserved and could be analyzed with modern forensic techniques, the case could be very solvable.
With the polar vortex turning the entire Midwest colder than Antarctica, I worry about the many missing people out there who may be wandering around the country homeless.
I know homeless people tend to be pretty self-reliant and lot of major cities have taken all sorts of initiatives to protect their homeless communities, but it is never going to be entirely enough. I mean, where I’m at, the wind chill is like -30 or so and I’m afraid to even take Kinsey out to pee, never mind try to spend the night outside.
I’ve already read of one case of a missing man apparently dying of hypothermia.
I wanted to mention a really good Facebook group, Missing and Homeless, which is specialized for missing and vulnerable people who are believed to possibly be somewhere among the homeless community.
Stay warm tonight, everybody.
I just got Orville back from the computer hospital. It turns out they had to update the BIOS, which is a really important thingamajig (I know absolutely nothing about computers). Orville seems to be as good as new now, which is great because I was getting a bit bored of reading and watching TV.
Thanks for all the support!
Per WordPress, yesterday is the tenth anniversary of the day I started blogging.
Certainly a lot has happened since then! I began as a mere infant of 23, and the Charley Project was less than half its current size. I am now 33, aka a Real Adult, and the Charley Project numbers almost 13,000 lost souls.
As far as how I’ve changed since I’ve started, besides the usual maturity that comes with getting older, I’ve noticed I am also a lot less judgmental and less emotional in general about the cases I write about. Like, if a missing child’s family refuses to talk to the media, I used to be all like “what is wrong with them, that doesn’t sound right at all, were they maybe involved?” And now I’m like, “That is their right. I’m not them and cannot conceive of what they’re going through.” I’m a lot less inclined to speculate about cases as well. The more I learn, the less I feel I really know.
I have some stuff in the works about this site which is very exciting but which I can’t elaborate on yet.
I would like to be able to make a living off what I do (the whole working-for-free thing cannot continue indefinitely) but that hasn’t happened yet.