I grew up in Thousand Oaks, CA. I guess a couple was killed by some maniac a few houses down from ours. Wpould have been in like 1984 85?

Was a trip seeing Air Force One come flying into Omaha on 9/11

The Houston Mass Murders
 

When I grew up in Houston I had a friend that was a couple of years younger than me. His name was Marty Ray Jones. Me and my best friend, Chris were coming back from a road trip to Louisiana, after we finally got some time off from the LOE academy in Houston. While listening to the radio on the trip back to Houston, there was a news-flash about a mass murder scene. It was Dean Corll, being shot dead by Elmer Wayne Henley. this is what brought about the discovery of the mass murders that was later referred to as the "Houston Mass Murders" at the time is was the most prolific serial murders in the history of the U.S. with 27 bodies found, there was and still is speculation that a few more bodies were never located. Marty Ray Jones was one of their victims. He lived in the same apartment complex as another friend of mine, that is how I met Marty. He was a nice kid, but he did love to smoke weed, and apparently that is how many of the victims were baited to enter the killers trap, the promise of partying and smoking dope. This event happened in 1973 and is still an active file 35yrs later. This is just one of the many bizarre things that happened in the Houston area while I was growing up.

http://www.myfoxhouston.com/myfox/pages/News/Detail?contentId=6948128&version=4&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=3.2.1

http://www.myfoxhouston.com/myfox/MyFox/pages/sidebar_video.jsp?contentId=6949726&version=1&loca le=EN-US

What inspired this thread?




The Who concert - 1979.

Beverly Hills Supper Club - 1977

Midwest tornado outbreak - 1974. Never been so scared, I remember that one too clearly.

I was probably about 12-13 when a teenager killed an entire, innocent family in Yale, Michigan.

This town is still very small with about 200-300 persons.

A few years later when I was sent to the juvenile detention center I saw that he had carved his name in the picnic table. The name escapes me right now, though.

While devastating to me personally, when my older brother was killed in a car crash it was big news.
Just 2 or 3 months prior, his best friend and a neighbor of ours suddenly died of a brain hemorrage. She was 17 as well. 2 kids in the same high school class gone in a matter of months makes for big news ina small town.

man...parallel universe...
i was at Bonita Vista HS thinking the very same thing...knowing the Santa Ana's were just grooming the surf that day...just stepped out of the finishing room in wood shop after burning a fatty w/ my partner, looking out the door at the black smoke.
smokin' hot stewardess family friend was to be on that flight, but missed it.

There was that movie they filmed about it, you know, where Frances McD was the trooper, rollin' in her prowler on a beautiful day with the cat who was caught stuffing limbs in a wood chipper over a little bit of money.

HA! Hijacked my own thread

I went and saw the Who in Oakland shortly after that deal in Cincinnati. Was a wierd vibe. I ran into a guy who was my eventual brother in law's room mate a year later at Cal Poly SLO, how is that for a coincidence

Midwest Express flight 105...took off from Milwaukee County Airport (General Mitchell field) Sep 6 1985...dropped the right engine and stalled, inverted and fell out of the sky killing all 31 aboard. I remember because I was 9 and walking home from school about 3:30 PM and could see the thick plume of black smoke in the sky. Stuff like that freaked me out when I was little. Our house was in the approach path for one of the runways (we were several miles away from the airport) but I knew right where the smoke was coming from...

A guy I went to grammer school with (his dad was our soccer and basketball coach), raped a 10 year old girl and beat a guy's head in with a claw hammer (in his basement). The worst part...I was on a bachelor party bus with the killer (he sat in the seat behind me and we talked most of the night) AFTER these horrific events had occurred, but before he was caught!!!

JA

Whoah.:eek:

Gawd. When I was about 8 my parents said to me on the Saturday, there has been an accident at the end of the street and my teacher Mr. Allwood has been killed. Then for some reason they went on to elaborate about how his arm and shoulder got ripped off. On Monday morning at school I didn't bother to tell my classmates as I didn't think it was particuarly newsworthy but probably told tem about my pet rabbits or something. I still remmember quite clearly the principle and a teacher solemly addressing the class and telling us Mr. Allwood had been killed. Hee hee we all simultaneously cheered. It was just a case of kids thinking they would get the day off.

Northwest Flight 255
154 people were on the plane with one survivor, and 2 people were killed on the ground.

http://www.flight255memorial.com/images/crash2.jpg

Randy

Those one survivor stories are always amazing to me.

When I was in High School 5 classmates died in a drunk driving solo car wreck, it was reported they were all tossed from the car, and scattered in the woods and the rescue crew had to walk through the woods with flashlights shuffling their feet int he leaves to find the bodies.

When I was a senior a friend of mine hung himself in the garage. I could never understand that when I was young, he had it all a cool car, a hot girlfriend and a bright future. He was really popular in the school. He never even left a note.

This is borderline past growing up but one that shook me up.

I was supposed to me my friend at the gym in one of those plazas to work out that evening my buddy backed out at the last minute and I was going to go myself and ended up farting around the house instead.

If I had gone I would have been in the parking lot as it was going down.

That shooting changed the Police Dept. standard issue weapon, up until this they used 6 shooters, after they used semi auto's.

What you do not read int he articles, or may you can find some, is that IIRC three of the dead were cops, that emptied their guns at Cruise and missed all 6 times, while reloading Cruise walked towards them with his assault rifle and took them out.

There was one redneck in one of the parking lots that had a loaded rifle in his gun rack, he was quick on his feet and got his gun out, right before he was able to settle in and take aim a cop spotted him and ordered him to put his gun down, I suspect the only good shot in the parking lot that day was the redneck.

The police could not believe it was a single gunman because of how quickly he was killing people and wounding other, although I suspect a few of the wounded were at the hands of the cops who kept missing. No one ever reported on that.

A friend of mine used to guard him in Jail and he was a cocky a-hole that liked to engage the guards and be a wise guy with them. He was probably insane I do not even know if he is still alive, I know he will never get parole.

Because then they get to meet Samuel L. Jackson.












No disrespect.

Imagine being the sole survivor in this case (A 4-year old), knowing that there were 2 people who weren't even on the same plane died. They were killed when the airplane crashed into the car they were driving in, on their way to the airport. :eek:

Randy

Not much in my hometown but rather places I moved to later.

Mom lives near the Mickey D's in San Diego that got shot up by some wacko. The big mac moved a few yards down and in the old location if I remember correctly is a Carl Jr's.

I remember seeing a fire burning along the side of the mountain in Santa Barbara and on the way home the most the side was burning. Didn't have university classes since most of the Profs lived up in the hills.

Same with the Oakland fire in San Francisco. I had just gone cruising up in the area the day before and on my way home to SB the next day the hills were on fire.

As for my hometown, actually, a few shires away, a guy took a bull dozer and wiped out half of his house that he was fighting over with his soon to be ex-wife. lolo, poor bugger had a good laugh but had to rebuild the house since the judge didn't think that half of assets was a "literal" interpretation.

OHHHH, almost forgot about the Native Americans taking over bridges and roads to charge tolls. lolo, drink does some nutty things in that reservation.

jeffery dahmer for me. That was scary but we lived 40 minutes from there just the same the guy was eating people

I grew up in a tiny town where nothing much happened. I think the thing I remember most was the circus coming to town and they had to drive up a very steep hill. One of the trucks got stuck on the hill and blocked the road. As you can imagine, us kids were very concerned by this for fear that we would miss the circus. They ended up getting the elephants and chaining theme to the truck so they could pull the truck up the hill. We all sat in amazement as we watched all of the action and cheered as the truck rolled up the hill. All was in well and we got our circus!! I told you it was an uneventful little town.

Summer senior year. 2 a day football practices. During the afternoon practice the first string offense was running perfect plays. You would run the play, and then do a lap.

Near the end of practice, David L. Robinson, an offiense linemen (about 6-5, 290) said "If this is the last one of these we have to do, I'm going to be the happiest man alive". He then fell, taking me and one other guy down with him. Not wanting to get yelled at, me and the other guy jumped, and tried pulling David up. He wasn't budging.

They medivacted him, helicopter and all. He died in the air.

He had an enlarged heart and it was just his time.

Was truely unfortunate, as he was a kid that had turned his life around, gotten out of some bad stuff, and was in great physical shape.

The practice field at my high school is still named after him.

This was in McLean, VA in 1992.

There were others, but this one hit close to home.

Bill