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  Not sure
Posted by: jameson245 - 10-11-2018, 05:20 PM - Forum: Pam and Kristine Griffin - No Replies

According to a private attorney memo, and I have it filed under Coffman, Frank, Frank wrote an article and in it he said Pam Griffin had once said, "Patsy told me she wrote the practice note."  but later dismissed that as mere speculation.

The practice note was
Mr. and Mrs. l
I have often wondered if the killer really wrote that - or if it was Patsy starting some invitation - writing it down to bring to a printer.  That was never cleared up in any interviews or depositions. (Not that I am aware of.)

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  Bill James on Patsy as the author of the note
Posted by: jameson245 - 10-10-2018, 02:58 PM - Forum: Handwriting - No Replies

https://www.billjamesonline.com/the_note...rId=3&pg=5

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  MOre on Don Foster
Posted by: jameson245 - 10-03-2018, 06:25 PM - Forum: Discredited and discounted witnesses in this case - Replies (7)

The first anthrax attacks came days after the jetliner assaults of September 11, 2001. Postmarked Trenton, New Jersey, and believed to have been sent from a mailbox near Princeton University, the initial mailings went to NBC News, the New York Post, and the Florida-based publisher of several supermarket tabloids, including The Sun and The National Enquirer. Three weeks later, two more envelopes containing anthrax arrived at the Senate offices of Democrats Tom Daschle and Patrick Leahy, each bearing the handwritten return address of a nonexistent “Greendale School” in Franklin Park, New Jersey. Government mail service quickly shut down.

The letters accompanying the anthrax read like the work of a jihadist, suggesting that their author was an Arab extremist—or someone masquerading as one—yet also advised recipients to take antibiotics, implying that whoever had mailed them never really intended to harm anyone. But at least 17 people would fall ill and five would die—a photo editor at The Sun; two postal employees at a Washington, D.C., mail-processing center; a hospital stockroom clerk in Manhattan whose exposure to anthrax could never be fully explained; and a 94-year-old Connecticut widow whose mail apparently crossed paths with an anthrax letter somewhere in the labyrinth of the postal system. The attacks spawned a spate of hoax letters nationwide. Police were swamped with calls from citizens suddenly suspicious of their own mail.



Americans had good reason to fear. Inhaled anthrax bacteria devour the body from within. Anthrax infections typically begin with flu-like symptoms. Massive lesions soon form in the lungs and brain, as a few thousand bacilli propagate within days into literally trillions of voracious parasitic microbes. The final stages before death are excruciatingly painful.As their minds disintegrate, victims literally drown in their own fluids. If you were to peer through a microscope at a cross-section of an anthrax victim’s blood vessel at the moment of death, it would look, says Leonard A. Cole, an expert on bioterrorism at Rutgers University, “as though it were teeming with worms.”
The pressure on American law enforcement to find the perpetrator or perpetrators was enormous. Agents were compelled to consider any and all means of investigation. One such avenue involved Don Foster, a professor of English at Vassar College and a self-styled literary detective, who had achieved modest celebrity by examining punctuation and other linguistic fingerprints to identify Joe Klein, who was then a Newsweek columnist, as the author of the anonymously written 1996 political novel, Primary Colors. Foster had since consulted with the FBI on investigations of the Unabomber and Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park bombing, among other cases. Now he was asked to analyze the anthrax letters for insights as to who may have mailed them. Foster would detail his efforts two years later in a 9,500-word article for Vanity Fair.

Surveying the publicly available evidence, as well as documents sent to him by the FBI, Foster surmised that the killer was an American posing as an Islamic jihadist. Only a limited number of American scientists would have had a working knowledge of anthrax. One of those scientists, Foster concluded, was a man named Steven Hatfill, a medical doctor who had once worked at the Army’s elite Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases (USAMRIID), which had stocks of anthrax.
On the day al-Qaeda struck the World Trade Center and the Pentagon with hijacked jetliners, Hatfill was recovering from nasal surgery in his apartment outside the gates of Fort Detrick, Maryland, where USAMRIID is housed. We’re at war, he remembers thinking as he watched the news that day—but he had no idea that it was a war in which he himself would soon become collateral damage, as the FBI came to regard him as a homegrown bioterrorist, likely responsible for some of the most unsettling multiple murders in recent American history. His story provides a cautionary tale about how federal authorities, fueled by the general panic over terrorism, embraced conjecture and coincidence as evidence, and blindly pursued one suspect while the real anthrax killer roamed free for more than six years. Hatfill’s experience is also the wrenching saga of how an American citizen who saw himself as a patriot came to be vilified and presumed guilty, as his country turned against him.





“It’s like death by a thousand cuts,” Hatfill, who is now 56, says today. “There’s a sheer feeling of hopelessness. You can’t fight back. You have to just sit there and take it, day after day, the constant drip-drip-drip of innuendo, a punching bag for the government and the press. And the thing was, I couldn’t understand why it was happening to me. I mean, I was one of the good guys.”
Don Foster, the Vassar professor, was among those who set the wheels of injustice in motion. Scouring the Internet, Foster found an interview that Hatfill had given while working at the National Institutes of Health, in which he described how bubonic plague could be made with simple equipment and used in a bioterror attack. Foster later tracked down an unpublished novel Hatfill had written, depicting a fictional bioterror attack on Washington. He discovered that Hatfill had been in Rhodesia (present-day Zimbabwe) during an anthrax outbreak there in the late 1970s, and that he’d attended medical school near a Rhodesian suburb called Greendale—the name of the invented school in the return address of the anthrax letters mailed to the Senate. The deeper Foster dug, the more Hatfill looked to him like a viable suspect.

“When I lined up Hatfill’s known movements with the postmark locations of reported biothreats,” Foster later wrote, “those hoax anthrax attacks appeared to trail him like a vapor cloud.”
In February 2002, Foster tried to interest the FBI in Hatfill, but says he was told that Hatfill had a good alibi. “A month later, when I pressed the issue,” Foster wrote, “I was told, ‘Look, Don, maybe you’re spending too much time on this.’”
Meanwhile, Barbara Hatch Rosenberg, a passionate crusader against the use of bioweapons, was also convinced that an American scientist was to blame for the anthrax attacks. In an interview with the BBC in early 2002, she theorized that the murders were the result of a top-secret CIA project gone awry, and that the FBI was hesitant to arrest the killer because it would embarrass Washington. A molecular biologist and professor of environmental science who had once served as a low-level bioweapons adviser to President Clinton, Rosenberg had taken it upon herself to look into the anthrax murders, and her investigations had independently led her to Hatfill. (Hatfill says he believes Rosenberg was made aware of him by a former acquaintance, a defense contractor with whom Hatfill had clashed over a proposed counter-anthrax training program intended for the U.S. Marshals Service.) Rosenberg wrote a paper she called “Possible Portrait of the Anthrax Perpetrator,” which was disseminated on the Internet. Although Rosenberg would later deny ever having identified him publicly or privately, the specific details of her “Portrait” made it clear she had a particular suspect in mind: Steven Hatfill.
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Foster says he met Rosenberg over lunch in April 2002, “compared notes,” and “found that our evidence had led us in the same direction.” Weeks dragged on while he and Rosenberg tried to interest the FBI in their theories, but the bureau remained “stubbornly unwilling to listen.” Two months later, her “patience exhausted,” Rosenberg, according to Foster, met on Capitol Hill with Senate staff members “and laid out the evidence, such as it was, hers and mine.” Special Agent Van Harp, the senior FBI agent on what by then had been dubbed the “Amerithrax” investigation, was summoned to the meeting, along with other FBI officials.
Rosenberg criticized the FBI for not being aggressive enough. “She thought we were wasting efforts and resources in a particular—or in several areas, and should focus more on who she concluded was responsible for it,” Harp would later testify.
“Did she mention Dr. Hatfill’s name in her presentation?” Hatfill’s attorney, former federal prosecutor Thomas G. Connolly, asked Harp during a sworn deposition.

“That’s who she was talking about,” Harp testified.
Exactly a week after the Rosenberg meeting, the FBI carried out its first search of Hatfill’s apartment, with television news cameras broadcasting it live.
In his deposition, Harp would dismiss the timing of the search as coincidental.
Beryl Howell, who at the time of the investigation was serving as Senator Patrick Leahy’s point person on all matters anthrax, recently told me that asking Harp and other lead agents to sit down with the “quite persistent” Rosenberg was never meant to pressure the FBI to go after Hatfill. The meeting, Howell says, was intended simply to ensure that investigators cooperated with other experts outside the bureau and objectively considered all theories in the case in order to solve it more quickly.
“Whether or not Rosenberg’s suspicions about Hatfill were correct was really not my business,” Howell says. “It was really law enforcement’s prerogative to figure that one out.”
There was enough circumstantial evidence surrounding Hatfill that zealous investigators could easily elaborate a plausible theory of him as the culprit. As fear about the anthrax attacks spread, government and other workers who might have been exposed to the deadly spores via the mail system were prescribed prophylactic doses of Cipro, a powerful antibiotic that protects against infection caused by inhaled anthrax. Unfamiliar to the general population before September 2001, Cipro quickly became known as the anti-anthrax drug, and prescriptions for it skyrocketed.

As it happened, at the time of the anthrax attacks, Hatfill was taking Cipro.
Hatfill’s eccentricity also generated suspicion among colleagues and FBI agents. Bench scientists tend toward the sedate and gymnasium-challenged. Steve Hatfill was a flag-waving, tobacco-chewing weight lifter partial to blood-rare steaks and black safari suits that showed off his linebacker’s physique, a physician with a bawdy sense of humor and a soldier’s ethos, who told stories over cocktails of parachuting from military aircraft and battling Communists in Africa. While few people who knew him could deny his intellect or his passion as a researcher, some found him arrogant and blustery. Others feared him. Even his allies acknowledge that Hatfill could sometimes come across as different. “If you try to link Steve and the word normal, they’re not going to match up,” says Jim Cline, a retired Special Forces sergeant major and anti-terror expert who worked with Hatfill from 1999 to 2002 at Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC), a large defense contractor.


It also happened that Hatfill was familiar with anthrax. He had done his medical training in Africa, where outbreaks of anthrax infections have been known to occur among livestock herds. In 1999, after going to work for SAIC, Hatfill had a hand in developing a brochure for emergency personnel on ways to handle anthrax hoax letters. In the long run-up to Operation Iraqi Freedom, he also oversaw the construction of a full-scale model designed to show invading U.S. troops what a mobile Iraqi germ-warfare lab might look like and how best to destroy it. But while he possessed a working knowledge of Bacillus anthracis, Hatfill had never worked in any capacity with the spore-forming, rod-shaped bacterium.
“I was a virus guy,” he told me, “not a bacteria guy.”
Still, when FBI agents asked to interview him 10 months after the anthrax murders, Hatfill says, he wasn’t surprised. In their hunt for what he believed were the foreign terrorists who had sent the letters, Hatfill assumed that agents were routinely interviewing every scientist who’d ever worked at USAMRIID, including those, like himself, who had never set foot in the high-security laboratory where anthrax cultures were kept. Hatfill answered the agents’ questions and willingly took a polygraph test, which he says he was told he passed.

“I thought that was the end of it,” Hatfill says. “But it was only the beginning.”
In June, agents asked to “swab” his apartment. Hatfill complied, feeling he had nothing to hide. On June 25, 2002, after signing a consent form at the FBI’s field office in nearby Frederick, Maryland, he came home to find reporters and camera crews swarming. TV helicopters orbited overhead. “There’s obviously been a leak,” Hatfill says one of the agents told him. He was driven to a Holiday Inn to escape the crush of news media and sat in a motel room, watching incredulously as a full-blown search of his home played out on national television. The experience was surreal.
Agents conducted a second search five weeks later amid a repeated media circus. This time they came equipped with a warrant and bloodhounds. The dogs, Hatfill would later learn, had been responsible for false arrests in other cases. Hatfill says he innocently petted one of hounds, named Tinkerbell. The dog seemed to like him. “He’s identified you from the anthrax letters!” Tinkerbell’s handler exclaimed.

“It took every ounce of restraint to stop from laughing,” Hatfill recalls. “They said, ‘We know you did it. We know you didn’t mean to kill anyone.’ I said, ‘Am I under arrest?’ They said no. I walked out, rented a car, and went to see an attorney about suing the hell out of these people.”
The FBI raided Hatfill’s rented storage locker in Ocala, Florida, where his father owned a thoroughbred horse farm; the agency also searched a townhouse in Washington, D.C., owned by his longtime girlfriend, a slim, elegant acco
untant whom Hatfill calls “Boo.” (To guard her privacy, he asked that her real name not be used.) Agents rifled through Boo’s closets and drawers, breaking cherished keepsakes. “They told me, ‘Your boyfriend murdered five people,’” she said to me recently, unable to talk about it without tears.

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  Sherry Keene-Osborn
Posted by: jameson245 - 10-02-2018, 06:19 PM - Forum: Names to remember - No Replies

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[b]Sherry was a very special person.  She was a good journalist, she reported the news, didn't make it.  She always sought the truth and didn't burn her sources.  She was tenacious in her quest for the right story - willing to make the calls no one else would make. She didn't take the easy path but pushed herself to walk on the right path, even when her body was telling her she could go no further.  When the medication distorted her appearance, she still faced the cameras if she felt she had something only she could contribute.  She was a trouper.[/b]
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[b]More than that, Sherry was a friend.  Her phone was always available to her friends and she spoke to all of us with patience and kindness, always, even when she was disappointed or upset with us.   She was the listening ear when a friend just needed to "get it out".  She mended bridges between friends who had differences they couldn't seem to overcome.  She held people's hands in the night when they called with their fears.  Whether the call was from across the country or the bar down the street, Sherry would answer and be there.[/b]

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  Steve Thomas' stretttcccccchhhhhhh
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-29-2018, 07:35 AM - Forum: Duck Tape - Replies (1)

page 136 in his paperback. tells the story of how the link can be made between Patsy and the tape sold at McGuckin's Hardware store.

"The manager showed us where black duct tape was sold in the paint department and explained that purchases were not listed as specific items on  receipts.  Instead the computer logged them in according to the sections from which they came, and during rush times like holidays, harried cashiers sometimes hit the wrong computer key and credited an item by mistake to an adjacent department. The paint department was next to the builder's hardware department.  Among the items on Patsy's December 9 receipt was an item from builder's hardware.  The price was $1.99.  On the Dec. 2 slip, there was an item from the garden department.  It was $1.99.  Duct tape also sold for $1.99.  We had no way of knowing what she bought."

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  Lori Poland - Robert Thiret
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-24-2018, 06:27 PM - Forum: Colorado crimes - Replies (1)

• Aug. 22, 1983: three-year-old Lori Poland was kidnapped in front of her home. Witnesses saw a partial car license plate number that matched another seen in an earlier reported kidnap attempt. The match led to Robert Paul Thiret. Three days later, Lori was rescued when a couple hiking 15 miles west of Denver heard her cries for help from the bottom of a 10-foot outhouse pit. Lori was hospitalized and suffered from exposure, but identified Thiret in a photo lineup. He went to prison in 1984 until he was completely freed in 1990 with no parole requirement.

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  phenotyping in the news
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-23-2018, 08:15 PM - Forum: DNA - more technical discussions - No Replies

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Colorado Springs police have taken one step closer to solving a decades-old cold case with the arrest of a 46-year-old man in connection with the alleged rape and killing of Mary Lynn Vialpondo, police chief Peter Carey said Thursday afternoon.
James Edward Papol, who was 15 when he allegedly committed the homicide, is being held in Pueblo County Jail, police said.

El Paso County District Attorney Dan May said the Colorado Springs Police Department’s cold case unit was critical to uncovering new details in the case.
“This does culminate a 33-year investigation,” May said.
On the morning of her death, June 5, 1988, Vialpondo had returned home on the 2200 block of West Kiowa Street after attending a family wedding in Pueblo. As she got out of the car, Vialpondo had an argument with her husband and ran away in a westerly direction.
[Image: 41964589_2385508911464980_21511718523811...99px&ssl=1]Mary Lynne Vialpando
Vialpondo was raped and killed later that morning in Old Colorado City in West Colorado Springs.

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Witnesses later told police that they saw her try to enter the Thunder and Buttons bar, but she did not have any money and couldn’t pay the cover charge.
She then dashed in and out of Roger’s Bar and walked into an alley between 2:30 and 3 a.m., according to a Colorado Springs police report.
A jogger found Vialpondo’s body about a block west of the bar in the alley later that same morning.
Vialpondo had been stabbed. Her attacker had thrown her to the ground three times. She cracked her head on a boulder, which was stained with her blood, said her sister, Cynthia Renkel, during a 2009 interview with The Denver Post. After Vialpondo died, the killer sexually assaulted her body, police said.
Police took DNA samples from semen left by the killer and interviewed several suspects who had seen her early that morning.
When police interrogated a witness who allegedly witnessed the homicide, they were left with the impression that he was not telling everything that he knew even after he named the man he said was the killer, Renkel said.
“He was nervous and sweaty when police questioned him,” Renkel said. “Police think he knows who was there.”




DNA testing was in its infancy at the time, but the tests allowed police to exclude certain suspects, including Vialpondo’s husband and the man named by the witness as the killer.
In 2017, Colorado Springs detectives sent the DNA evidence to a phenotyping company that used the genetic material to predict the person’s physical appearance. The company predicted the suspect’s ancestry, freckling, face shape and eye, hair and skin color.
By combining these appearance attributes, a “snapshot” composite drawing was produced depicting what the suspect may have looked like at approximately 25 years old.
Papol has a long arrest history in the state dating back to 1991, according to Colorado Bureau of Investigation records. He was arrested on suspicion of a number of misdemeanor crimes, including assault, shoplifting and failure to appear in court.
In 2003, Papol was arrested by Colorado Springs police and charged on suspicion of multiple felonies, including kidnapping, robbery, vehicle theft, assault, menacing with a handgun and domestic violence crimes against a person. Papol was found not guilty of multiple charges by reason of insanity, according to CBI records.
In December of 2015, Papol was arrested by Colorado Springs police on suspicion of allegedly escaping from the Colorado Mental Health Hospital.

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  and hence and murder references
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-20-2018, 11:13 PM - Forum: Ransom Note - Replies (1)

sentence is from the confession of Nathan Leopold - - they had the father  moving from here to there to get their messages - - as happened in the later movie, Dirty Harry. Just look at the sentences - - run on sentences concerning the delivery of the money and both use a certain phrase...

Our original plan had included a relay which was to send Mr. Franks to a"Help Keep the City Clean" box at the corner of Vincennes and Pershing but we had difficulty in making the envelope stick as we intended, and hence decided to eliminate this relay.
If we monitor you getting the money early, we might call you early to arrange an earlier delivery of the money and hence an earlier pickup of your daughter.

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  http://jameson245.com/bestnote.htm
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-20-2018, 10:52 PM - Forum: Ransom Note - No Replies

Good info on the ransom note.

http://jameson245.com/bestnote.htm

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  sister socks
Posted by: jameson245 - 09-20-2018, 10:46 PM - Forum: Patsy Ramsey - bio - Replies (1)

The story of Sister Socks began in Charlevoix, Michigan. One summer day a stray cat had wandered up to the Ramsey’s vacation home. She was a grey and white cat. All four of her paws were white, and to the Ramsey children it looked like the cat was wearing socks. They decided to name her Sister Socks. Each day they would leave out a saucer of milk and wait patiently for the cat’s arrival. Sister Socks quickly became a member of their family.

Months later in Boulder, Colorado, JonBenet and Patsy were shopping at the Pearl Street Mall when they looked into the window of the Printed Page Bookstore. Sitting there on the shelf was a stuffed cat.
“Mommy, that kitty looks like Sister Socks!” JonBenet cried out.
“Maybe a little,” Patsy replied. “But Sister Socks was gray, not brown like this cat. Wasn’t she? That one is the wrong color.”
“I know, but she had stripes like that cat. Please, Mommy!” JonBenét begged. “I want a Sister Socks cat. I bet they have the right color one somewhere in there.”
Patsy assured JonBenet that she would look. She could tell that the stuff animal was important to her daughter. The stuffed cat would make it to the top of her Christmas list that year.
Later, Patsy called the bookstore and asked if they could find a gray cat. Eventually they did, so her father arranged to pick up the stuffed animal, just in time for the Ramsey’s annual Christmas party. The highlight of the evening was when Santa Claus pulled a gray-and-white Sister Socks out of his sack.

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