I spent this past Wednesday and Thursday night "down on the farm." Brenda, the preacher's wife, drove me down a series of country roads to...well...are you ready for this?
The farm is maintained by Bill and Mary Ellen and when Brenda and I arrived there, a storm was brewing and the power was out.
Bill led me into a big room that includes a kitchen, couches, a bathroom with a shower, antiques, bookcases and a $6,000 television set.
Yes, I typed $6,000.
And yes, I'm sure it's worth that much.
Bill got me a big flashlight to match my smaller one, a pillow and a blanket, too. I sat on one of the couches and listened to the thunder rumbling outside.
Half an hour later, the weather settled down and the lights came back on again.
Bill came back in and introduced me to the largest, clearest TV that I have ever seen in my life.
The screen (I don't know the exact dimensions) spans a number of feet, from floor to close to the ceiling, in all directions.
And when Bill turned it on, I marveled at the picture, which was crystal clear.
I curled up on the couch and watched that amazing screen until I finally fell asleep.
The next day, Bill's wife, Mary Ellen, came down and invited me up to their house.
I sipped a can of chilled Diet Dew, while my laundry agitated in a machine and a young Amish woman washed the windows in the sun room.
"So this is real farm living" I thought.
Mary Ellen has collections of china encased in curio cabinets that stand on a stone floor. The garden outside resembles a full-page spread in "Better Homes&Gardens" magazine. They even have a pond, complete with an aerating fountain and golden Koi.
Bill cut the grass on a John Deere riding mower while cows and horses meandered around behind a fence.
All in all, it had the feel of Green Acres meets modern America.
Eventually I returned to my designated lair and watched the huge TV while I thumbed through an old copy of "MAD" magazine from 1967.
Bill and Mary Ellen open their farm to many Christian activities throughout the year.
I sure enjoyed myself there.
And then, Friday morning (yesterday, as I type this) Brenda returned and took me back to Bluffton.
I will be here, in this mom-and-pop motel, until Monday morning and then I'll return to the road again.
I am grateful that I got a chance to visit Bill and Mary Ellen's farm. And the next time that you cruise down the interstate and you see a farm in the distance...remember what I posted here.
These days, farms include a lot more than a tractor.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Kyron And The Promise On The Ring
Audio Clip: Kaine Horman/Desiree Young
Interview With James Pitkin:
I watched yet another press conference with Kaine Horman and Desiree Young today. They looked very determined. And although Tony Young wasn't there, I'm sure he is still in the fight, too.
And as I watched Kyron's mom and dad walk through a volley of tough questions, I fingered my ring.
I got it today.
I wanted to get the shiny one with the zircons and the sapphire-tinted stone. But it was too small and didn't fit.
Then I found one made of stainless steel with the following words engraved on it in pretty script: "Love is Patient..Love is Kind..Love never ends."
I slid it over my knuckle and then bought it on the spot.
There are so many sad stories in the world. But Kaine, for the first time, spoke with a spark of renewed strength in his voice, when he said, (Paraphrased) "If you're afraid to come forward, to get involved, put yourself in my son's shoes and imagine what he might be going through right now."
How Desiree stood there and didn't melt into an agonized cry when she heard his words is amazing to me.
Good job, Kaine. You're finding your footing and taking on your role, for real.
Kaine Draws The Line
And Desiree, I hope that you continue to bond with Kaine in a way that will bless Kyron when he comes back.
Honey, he will come back. I believe it in the depths of my soul.
I truly do.
When you stand in front of those cameras and weep, I do, too. Many people shed tears with you.
People around the world have laced their prayers together in a solid chain of hope.
I will continue to "pray without ceasing" for Kyron.
He is on my mind every day.
And even though I am in Indiana now, I still look for Kyron...everywhere.
I still wonder about the possibility that Kyron was at a rest area in western Idaho.
I don't know how Terri can live with herself.
We all know that Kyron is priceless.
Take the words from my ring and hold them in your heart Desiree, Tony and Kaine. And pray that sweet, little Kiara will hug her brother again. Soon.
"Love is Patient..Love is Kind..Love never ends."
Believe it. It's true.
Interview With James Pitkin:
I watched yet another press conference with Kaine Horman and Desiree Young today. They looked very determined. And although Tony Young wasn't there, I'm sure he is still in the fight, too.
And as I watched Kyron's mom and dad walk through a volley of tough questions, I fingered my ring.
I got it today.
I wanted to get the shiny one with the zircons and the sapphire-tinted stone. But it was too small and didn't fit.
Then I found one made of stainless steel with the following words engraved on it in pretty script: "Love is Patient..Love is Kind..Love never ends."
I slid it over my knuckle and then bought it on the spot.
There are so many sad stories in the world. But Kaine, for the first time, spoke with a spark of renewed strength in his voice, when he said, (Paraphrased) "If you're afraid to come forward, to get involved, put yourself in my son's shoes and imagine what he might be going through right now."
How Desiree stood there and didn't melt into an agonized cry when she heard his words is amazing to me.
Good job, Kaine. You're finding your footing and taking on your role, for real.
Kaine Draws The Line
And Desiree, I hope that you continue to bond with Kaine in a way that will bless Kyron when he comes back.
Honey, he will come back. I believe it in the depths of my soul.
I truly do.
When you stand in front of those cameras and weep, I do, too. Many people shed tears with you.
People around the world have laced their prayers together in a solid chain of hope.
I will continue to "pray without ceasing" for Kyron.
He is on my mind every day.
And even though I am in Indiana now, I still look for Kyron...everywhere.
I still wonder about the possibility that Kyron was at a rest area in western Idaho.
I don't know how Terri can live with herself.
We all know that Kyron is priceless.
Take the words from my ring and hold them in your heart Desiree, Tony and Kaine. And pray that sweet, little Kiara will hug her brother again. Soon.
"Love is Patient..Love is Kind..Love never ends."
Believe it. It's true.
An Undeniable Declaration
34071571 Kaine Horman Restraining Order Request
But it's too late to keep Terri Moulton Horman away from Kyron. And it is to Kaine's credit that he moved fast and rescued Kiara away from any possible harm. But Kiara deserves her brother Kyron. I'm sure that she misses him. We all miss him. Even those of us who never met him. We miss Kyron, too.
But it's too late to keep Terri Moulton Horman away from Kyron. And it is to Kaine's credit that he moved fast and rescued Kiara away from any possible harm. But Kiara deserves her brother Kyron. I'm sure that she misses him. We all miss him. Even those of us who never met him. We miss Kyron, too.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Made To Make You Think
This video was made by my Facebook friend, Renee Taylor. It features her husband Mark and his compadres.
The video will speak for itself.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update
It's been a zinger of a summer, so far.
The sun has bleached my hair platinum and burnt my skin walnut brown.
I have mosquito bites, bruises from my backpack and muscles in my legs.
I have prayed my way past severe thunderstorms and a few ignorant rednecks.
It's all been worth it.
Because life is really wrapped around the first swallow from a cool bottle of Diet Dew. Sitting on a backpack in a field. Watching butterflies flit among wild flowers as the sun rises.
Yeah.
No matter where I am, the road always awaits. Like a lover leading me through life. A path to people, places and published memories.
And tonight, I am listening to James Taylor radio and playing the keyboard in Bluffton, Indiana.
Taking a break.
My friend, the preacher, bought me a few more days in a little motel at the edge of town. I left the other place and feel better here.
I might be miles away by the end of this week.
Maine is still calling. And when the Autumn comes around, that is where I want to be.
I will trade the magic of fireflies for the music of bells on boats by the Atlantic Ocean.
But first, there will be August.
The sun has bleached my hair platinum and burnt my skin walnut brown.
I have mosquito bites, bruises from my backpack and muscles in my legs.
I have prayed my way past severe thunderstorms and a few ignorant rednecks.
It's all been worth it.
Because life is really wrapped around the first swallow from a cool bottle of Diet Dew. Sitting on a backpack in a field. Watching butterflies flit among wild flowers as the sun rises.
Yeah.
No matter where I am, the road always awaits. Like a lover leading me through life. A path to people, places and published memories.
And tonight, I am listening to James Taylor radio and playing the keyboard in Bluffton, Indiana.
Taking a break.
My friend, the preacher, bought me a few more days in a little motel at the edge of town. I left the other place and feel better here.
I might be miles away by the end of this week.
Maine is still calling. And when the Autumn comes around, that is where I want to be.
I will trade the magic of fireflies for the music of bells on boats by the Atlantic Ocean.
But first, there will be August.
They're Comin', Kyron! (Updated)
"The prosecution in this case is going to make sure that they have the strongest case as possible before they drop that hammer"--Retired Multnomah County Sheriff's Capt. Bruce McCain.
News Conference Wide Angle/Report
The reward for the return of Kyron Horman has increased today to $50,000.
Emails From Terri to Desiree Different On June 4
In No Time At All, Ladies, The Hammer Will Fall
I pity the good folks in Roseburg, Oregon. So Terri can still go wherever she wants to, eh?
Too bad. Ask anyone with half a brain on West Burnside Avenue in Portland, Oregon: Crazy people should never be left to wander around on the street.
DeDe Spicher subpoenaed to appear before Grand Jury
So you don't want to talk, either, huh, DeDe?
(At least not to the reporters.)
That's alright. We'll let God do the talking for you.
(He's better than your attorney.)
And believe me, He will.
Let's hope that law enforcement is carefully pulling the truth together so that Kyron comes home. And Terri Moulton Horman gets what she deserves.
Dateline:July 26,2010 "Little Boy Lost"
Transcript Excerpts From Dateline Interview
Cops Are Getting Much Closer To The Truth
Terri Moulton Horman Is Running Out Of Options
They'll All Fall Down
How DID Terri get $350,000?
To everyone who wants Kyron to come home, remember, prayer is powerful.
To Kyron...many people love you and they'll find you soon!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Cranes For Kyron
Cranes Of Hope For Kyron
Danielle Denham has come up with a beautiful idea: Hang paper cranes with the hope that their collective energy will bring Kyron Horman home.
Learn more at Danielle's facebook page.
Ruthie On The Road, Update
When I left the library in Markle, I also left my USB wireless adapter behind.
That was a dumb move. One that took quite a bit of intervention to fix.
I walked up the hill to the edge of Markle and I was met by a local cop. After the usual formalities, he drove me to Decatur and dropped me off.
I started the long walk out of that city, missed my turn and got lost. I tried to flag down a driver on the street and caught a lady's attention on the third try.
She drove me from Decatur, Indiana to Van Wert, Ohio. When I got there, it was after 10PM. She dropped me off at the police station and I was on my own.
The cops eventually directed me to a group of benches around a fountain. I sat there all night long and listened to weather reports. I knew that in the morning the heat index was going to rise and eventually reach a dangerous level.
I had to find air conditioned shelter, indoors.
So I contacted a nearby church office and got a voucher to a local motel. I was told that I would have to wait a couple of hours for a ride out there, so I went to the library.
When I unpacked my laptop, I discovered that the USB wireless adapter was missing.
My heart sank.
A kind librarian set me up with a terminal and I sent an email back to the library in Markle, Indiana. I was sure that I left the adapter there. I was right.
I stayed cool and safe at the motel while the heat index rose to a high of 108F by late afternoon.
I posted an alert on my Facebook page and Angela, from Boise, Idaho, came to my rescue.
Angela, from across the Country, called me in Ohio and then she rang up the library and the local cops in Indiana. She confirmed that the adapter was, indeed, at the Markle library and that it would be kept there until I came to pick it up.
I left the motel early yesterday morning and walked through the pouring rain to the highway. A very kind State cop stopped me and after a minute of conversation, told me to put my backpack in the back seat of his cruiser. I slid in the front seat next to his computer and he drove me to the Indiana State line.
I walked up to a good spot to hitchhike and sat down on my pack underneath a tree. A few minutes later, a man walked down the long driveway from his house and handed me a cold bottle of water.
We chatted for a few more minutes and then he walked back up the driveway.
He returned in a Jeep and drove me around Decatur and dropped me off outside the small town of Preble, Indiana.
I thought I would get another ride rather quickly. I didn't.
As the hours passed, the heat index rose to a seriously high level. I drank water and sat on my pack, in the grass, on the side of the highway.
People passed by and flipped me off, laughed, glared and otherwise ignored me. And almost all of them were single, passenger drivers in vehicles with all of the windows up and the air conditioning roaring full blast.
The lack of concern and compassion from all of those drivers made me angry. And that anger kept me strong.
Finally, an elderly woman passed me and then drove up to a woman's home. I cannot explain everything about that woman because I've been asked not to. But that younger woman turned out to be my saving grace.
She came back and rescued me. Then she drove me to Markle. She knocked on a stranger's door and met a woman who is no longer a stranger but a friend. And THAT woman calls herself "The Unofficial Mayor of Markle."
Those two women worked together and found a third-party. The third-party drove into town and unlocked the closed library building. I finally got my adapter back and I am using it to post this update right now.
The Markle lady gave me some cash to eat on and the young woman drove me from Markle to Bluffton, Indiana. Then she gave me some more funds and cut me loose.
I tried talking to the local cops but I got nowhere fast and left.
I was walking up the street when I noticed a store-front church. I felt a nudge, crossed the street and walked in. That's where I met a very wonderful man that I will see again later on today.
He drove me to this motel (the room with the marshmallow bed) and paid for one night. I told him that I could do it but he insisted on covering the tab.
I will go over to the library today (and this time I will keep an eye on the adapter!) and do some more work online.
The man and I will see if there is somewhere that I can stay until next Friday.
Next Friday I will set sail again for Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York State, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.
Right now I am just happy to listen to classic Elton John, think about everyone who helped me in the past 24 hours and use my laptop.
Hugs to the world. I still love you. :)
That was a dumb move. One that took quite a bit of intervention to fix.
I walked up the hill to the edge of Markle and I was met by a local cop. After the usual formalities, he drove me to Decatur and dropped me off.
I started the long walk out of that city, missed my turn and got lost. I tried to flag down a driver on the street and caught a lady's attention on the third try.
She drove me from Decatur, Indiana to Van Wert, Ohio. When I got there, it was after 10PM. She dropped me off at the police station and I was on my own.
The cops eventually directed me to a group of benches around a fountain. I sat there all night long and listened to weather reports. I knew that in the morning the heat index was going to rise and eventually reach a dangerous level.
I had to find air conditioned shelter, indoors.
So I contacted a nearby church office and got a voucher to a local motel. I was told that I would have to wait a couple of hours for a ride out there, so I went to the library.
When I unpacked my laptop, I discovered that the USB wireless adapter was missing.
My heart sank.
A kind librarian set me up with a terminal and I sent an email back to the library in Markle, Indiana. I was sure that I left the adapter there. I was right.
I stayed cool and safe at the motel while the heat index rose to a high of 108F by late afternoon.
I posted an alert on my Facebook page and Angela, from Boise, Idaho, came to my rescue.
Angela, from across the Country, called me in Ohio and then she rang up the library and the local cops in Indiana. She confirmed that the adapter was, indeed, at the Markle library and that it would be kept there until I came to pick it up.
I left the motel early yesterday morning and walked through the pouring rain to the highway. A very kind State cop stopped me and after a minute of conversation, told me to put my backpack in the back seat of his cruiser. I slid in the front seat next to his computer and he drove me to the Indiana State line.
I walked up to a good spot to hitchhike and sat down on my pack underneath a tree. A few minutes later, a man walked down the long driveway from his house and handed me a cold bottle of water.
We chatted for a few more minutes and then he walked back up the driveway.
He returned in a Jeep and drove me around Decatur and dropped me off outside the small town of Preble, Indiana.
I thought I would get another ride rather quickly. I didn't.
As the hours passed, the heat index rose to a seriously high level. I drank water and sat on my pack, in the grass, on the side of the highway.
People passed by and flipped me off, laughed, glared and otherwise ignored me. And almost all of them were single, passenger drivers in vehicles with all of the windows up and the air conditioning roaring full blast.
The lack of concern and compassion from all of those drivers made me angry. And that anger kept me strong.
Finally, an elderly woman passed me and then drove up to a woman's home. I cannot explain everything about that woman because I've been asked not to. But that younger woman turned out to be my saving grace.
She came back and rescued me. Then she drove me to Markle. She knocked on a stranger's door and met a woman who is no longer a stranger but a friend. And THAT woman calls herself "The Unofficial Mayor of Markle."
Those two women worked together and found a third-party. The third-party drove into town and unlocked the closed library building. I finally got my adapter back and I am using it to post this update right now.
The Markle lady gave me some cash to eat on and the young woman drove me from Markle to Bluffton, Indiana. Then she gave me some more funds and cut me loose.
I tried talking to the local cops but I got nowhere fast and left.
I was walking up the street when I noticed a store-front church. I felt a nudge, crossed the street and walked in. That's where I met a very wonderful man that I will see again later on today.
He drove me to this motel (the room with the marshmallow bed) and paid for one night. I told him that I could do it but he insisted on covering the tab.
I will go over to the library today (and this time I will keep an eye on the adapter!) and do some more work online.
The man and I will see if there is somewhere that I can stay until next Friday.
Next Friday I will set sail again for Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York State, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.
Right now I am just happy to listen to classic Elton John, think about everyone who helped me in the past 24 hours and use my laptop.
Hugs to the world. I still love you. :)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Kyron Will Always Find YOU, Terri
____________________
According to Prime Writer News Network: There will be a press conference on Tuesday, July 27, 2010 regarding the case of missing Kyron Horman. The Multnomah County Sheriff’s Office will hold the press conference at 2:00 p.m. Pacific Time.
____________________
My friend Angela remarked that you look dead, Terri. She said, "Just look in her eyes, Ruthie, there's nothing there. She's empty."
I would imagine that you are, Terri.
How can you even stand inside of your own skin, anymore? How can you bear it?
Is Kyron haunting you, Terri?
Does he walk through your messed-up mind and call out your name?
Is Kyron scaring you?
I sincerely hope so.
Oh, but the payback has just begun.
Some things are so much bigger than you, Terri.
And when you try to take them down, you only succeed in whittling away more of what you are.
You can hear Kyron whispering...louder and louder and louder...
"Terrriiii...Mommy...come get meeee..."
I hope he crawls into the marrow in your bones. I hope he burrows into your brain. And drives you crazy.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Four
Sandy didn't have the money to put me in a motel for the night. But she was determined to see me in one, anyway.
I told her what happened in Logansport and she was undaunted.
"We will work this out" she kept saying.
She bought me a banana split and didn't relax until I drank a cup of ice water and chewed up all of the ice.
Then we went looking for assistance.
We pulled into a church parking lot where the people were getting out of their vehicles. It was time for the Wednesday night prayer meeting.
And the building is located just behind several motels.
And the group has a big, pretty neon message sign located by the highway.
When we asked them for help, they told us to leave.
Sandy called everyone that she could think of. Nobody agreed to help.
Finally, Sandy called her dad who met us at a motel and paid for the room. He smiled at me.
I carried his smile all the way down the hall to the room.
Today, I got ready and walked back out to the highway.
A County Mountie chased me around in his car. But we never connected.
Instead, when I got far enough out of Logansport to feel comfortable, I sat down on a guard rail in the shade.
And I was just about to take another swig of my vitamin water when a lovely young lady pulled up in a minivan.
She had three little boys in the back seat.
And she offered me a ride.
She is now my friend on Facebook.
And she drove me from just outside of Logansport to Markle, Indiana.
I am now much closer to the Ohio border but I am facing a climate problem. This is the latest warning for Markle and the warning extends into Ohio:
________________
"...HEAT ADVISORY IN EFFECT FROM 11 AM EDT /10 AM CDT/ TO 7 PM EDT /6 PM CDT/ FRIDAY...
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN NORTHERN INDIANA HAS ISSUED A HEAT ADVISORY...WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM 11 AM EDT /10 AM CDT/ TO 7 PM EDT /6 PM CDT/ FRIDAY.
* TEMPERATURE...AFTERNOON TEMPERATURES IN THE LOW TO MID 90S WILL COMBINE WITH HIGH HUMIDITY TO PUSH HEAT INDEX READINGS TO NEAR 100 DEGREES FOR SEVERAL HOURS.
* IMPACTS...THE COMBINATION OF HEAT AND HUMIDITY WILL POSE A RISK FOR HEAT STRESS FOR THOSE ENGAGED IN OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES.
PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...
A HEAT ADVISORY MEANS THAT A PERIOD OF HOT TEMPERATURES IS EXPECTED. THE COMBINATION OF HOT TEMPERATURES AND HIGH HUMIDITY WILL COMBINE TO CREATE A SITUATION IN WHICH HEAT ILLNESSES ARE POSSIBLE. DRINK PLENTY OF FLUIDS...STAY IN AN AIR-CONDITIONED ROOM...STAY OUT OF THE SUN..."
________________
"Stay out of the sun."
I plan to.
And nobody is going to chase me out of an air-conditioned situation tomorrow.
Get ready, Ohio.
I'm coming in.
I told her what happened in Logansport and she was undaunted.
"We will work this out" she kept saying.
She bought me a banana split and didn't relax until I drank a cup of ice water and chewed up all of the ice.
Then we went looking for assistance.
We pulled into a church parking lot where the people were getting out of their vehicles. It was time for the Wednesday night prayer meeting.
And the building is located just behind several motels.
And the group has a big, pretty neon message sign located by the highway.
When we asked them for help, they told us to leave.
Sandy called everyone that she could think of. Nobody agreed to help.
Finally, Sandy called her dad who met us at a motel and paid for the room. He smiled at me.
I carried his smile all the way down the hall to the room.
Today, I got ready and walked back out to the highway.
A County Mountie chased me around in his car. But we never connected.
Instead, when I got far enough out of Logansport to feel comfortable, I sat down on a guard rail in the shade.
And I was just about to take another swig of my vitamin water when a lovely young lady pulled up in a minivan.
She had three little boys in the back seat.
And she offered me a ride.
She is now my friend on Facebook.
And she drove me from just outside of Logansport to Markle, Indiana.
I am now much closer to the Ohio border but I am facing a climate problem. This is the latest warning for Markle and the warning extends into Ohio:
________________
"...HEAT ADVISORY IN EFFECT FROM 11 AM EDT /10 AM CDT/ TO 7 PM EDT /6 PM CDT/ FRIDAY...
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN NORTHERN INDIANA HAS ISSUED A HEAT ADVISORY...WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM 11 AM EDT /10 AM CDT/ TO 7 PM EDT /6 PM CDT/ FRIDAY.
* TEMPERATURE...AFTERNOON TEMPERATURES IN THE LOW TO MID 90S WILL COMBINE WITH HIGH HUMIDITY TO PUSH HEAT INDEX READINGS TO NEAR 100 DEGREES FOR SEVERAL HOURS.
* IMPACTS...THE COMBINATION OF HEAT AND HUMIDITY WILL POSE A RISK FOR HEAT STRESS FOR THOSE ENGAGED IN OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES.
PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...
A HEAT ADVISORY MEANS THAT A PERIOD OF HOT TEMPERATURES IS EXPECTED. THE COMBINATION OF HOT TEMPERATURES AND HIGH HUMIDITY WILL COMBINE TO CREATE A SITUATION IN WHICH HEAT ILLNESSES ARE POSSIBLE. DRINK PLENTY OF FLUIDS...STAY IN AN AIR-CONDITIONED ROOM...STAY OUT OF THE SUN..."
________________
"Stay out of the sun."
I plan to.
And nobody is going to chase me out of an air-conditioned situation tomorrow.
Get ready, Ohio.
I'm coming in.
Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Three
I slept in my clothes that night, on top of the bedspread and kept a light on, too.
Fortunately, nothing bit me, sprung a leak or started on fire.
The shower was one solid spray of heated water. And even though the tub was dirty (I'm not even sure what its exact color is supposed to be) and the shower curtain was nasty, I still managed to get cleaned up. Somewhat.
The toilet paper ran out but the towels were clean. I got dressed, packed up and got the heck out of there.
The preacher pulled his car in and drove us to the nearby Mickey D's where we ate breakfast.
Then he drove me to a pastor's house several towns away.
And that man drove me half-way across the State to the City of Logansport, Indiana.
As we rolled down the winding highway, the guy told me all about the area's history. He barely said anything about God or religion in general.
But he did introduce one subject and stuck with it for a considerable amount of time:
the Ku-Klux-Klan.
Yup.
And he never said a negative thing about that group.
It was almost as if he was proud of them.
He went on and on about the KKK and Conservatives and Republicans.
I waited for him to shut up but he didn't stop talking until he dropped me off at a shelter in Logansport.
The lady at the shelter in Logansport wouldn't even let me stay for a couple of days. She said that they have a six-month program and I had no place there.
So I went down to the Salvation Army and asked them. But they just offered me a meal and then focused their attention on upgrading their intranet network.
So I walked down to the United Way office and asked them if they could help me find a place to stay.
I have a specific time-frame that I have to follow right now. And I have to stay somewhere between Eastern Indiana and Western Ohio until a week from tomorrow.
I have my reasons.
But when I called, and called, and called (Did I mention that I called?) organizations, agencies and shelters in a fifty-mile radius...I was turned down flat.
Some places have no room, others cater to domestic abuse victims and parolees and still others have "programs" which require residency.
I called for help and struck out.
The women in the United Way office sat in their Birkenstocks, doing whatever they do in their cubicles and ignored my problem.
I pulled my backpack over my shoulders, turned around and faced them.
"This is just wrong, I shouldn't be walking out of here with no clear idea of where to go" I said.
Then I pushed the door open and walked out into the humid blast furnace known as Indiana in the Summertime.
I trudged up to the library and felt the cool air pull me into the lobby.
I had just set-up my laptop when two cops walked in...and after a second...they headed straight for me.
Tall cop was bald and never said a word. Short cop had a full head of hair and an obvious need to control whatever he wanted to.
"Will you come outside with us, please?" He said, assuming the standard cop stance.
I looked at tall cop and then back at him.
"Why?" I asked, not moving a muscle.
"We want to talk to you outside" he said.
"Are you detaining me for some reason, officer?" I asked him.
"No" he said, showing the first indication of irritation in his face.
"Then whatever you have to say to me, you can tell me in here" I said.
He glanced over at the other officer and tall cop crossed his arms.
I didn't move.
"We understand that you have been trying to find a place to stay" said short cop and he didn't smile.
"I went over to the United Way office and made a lot of phone calls. But no one wants to accommodate me" I explained.
"Well, see the problem is that you only want one night" he replied.
"No, I need somewhere to stay until July 30Th" I corrected him.
"So after all of my efforts, you mean I can't even sit in this library and use my laptop?" I asked.
"You should come outside and talk with us" short cop said.
"Is there a problem with me being here right now?" I asked.
"No, but..." he replied.
"Well then why are you here?" I asked him.
Throughout the entire exchange, neither cop smiled at me once. In fact, they just stood their ground (in a freaking library, whoopee!) and glared at me.
So I saw no reason to trust them in any way, shape or form. I was mad that they were bothering me at all and they knew it.
After years on the road, I usually read cops pretty well. And those two Bubbas just wanted me to leave town.
I was outraged.
And after the day that I had just had, I was just angry enough to go. But not while they were both standing there.
After I asked my last question, the short cop opened his mouth, closed it again and walked away. After a moment, tall cop followed him and turned his head for a second and glared at me before he strode out the door.
"Whatever" I mumbled and walked over to the librarians, who were stunned.
"May I please use your phone to make a short local call?" I asked.
A few seconds later, I was connected with the United Way office.
"Did you tell the police to come over here to the library and talk to me?" I asked the woman on the line.
"Yes, I thought they could help you..." she answered in a voice that indicated that she knew that I knew her real intention.
"No, you didn't and I will tell you that what you did was totally rotten. And believe me, I won't use the laptop here but I will eventually. And when I do, I will make it very clear that you didn't do what you should have. You are human beings and you could have helped if you'd really wanted to. And when you go home tonight, you remember that today you did a bad thing" I said, in a clear, strong voice and then I hung-up the phone.
The librarians had that "Oh My" look on their faces as I turned and walked out the door.
I was so mad that I walked down the sidewalk, block after block, and then I heard a car horn behind me.
One of the librarians pulled up to the curb and skidded to a stop.
"Wait!" she cried, "There's a third officer down there now and he says that he wants to help you. He wants you to go back to the library. He will meet you there."
"Thank you but I won't go back until I talk to the officer, myself" I said.
The lady dug out her cell phone from her purse and called back to the library.
After a short conversation, she clicked off and told me that the officer went back to the cop shop to see why the other officers talked to me like they did.
"Uh...yeah right" I said, thanked her for her efforts again and then asked her for a ride.
But the librarian didn't trust me. I could see it in her eyes.
And when she drove away, I stood there in the humid heat that would later read out to be 99F on a bank sign.
I started trudging again and that's when Sandy appeared. Not the same Sandy that brought me to El Paso.
But just as kind.
She pulled her car around on the side street in front of me and called, "Are you alright?" "You look like you're on your last legs!" "Would you like a ride somewhere?" she asked, never pausing to take a breath.
I smiled.
My angel had arrived.
Fortunately, nothing bit me, sprung a leak or started on fire.
The shower was one solid spray of heated water. And even though the tub was dirty (I'm not even sure what its exact color is supposed to be) and the shower curtain was nasty, I still managed to get cleaned up. Somewhat.
The toilet paper ran out but the towels were clean. I got dressed, packed up and got the heck out of there.
The preacher pulled his car in and drove us to the nearby Mickey D's where we ate breakfast.
Then he drove me to a pastor's house several towns away.
And that man drove me half-way across the State to the City of Logansport, Indiana.
As we rolled down the winding highway, the guy told me all about the area's history. He barely said anything about God or religion in general.
But he did introduce one subject and stuck with it for a considerable amount of time:
the Ku-Klux-Klan.
Yup.
And he never said a negative thing about that group.
It was almost as if he was proud of them.
He went on and on about the KKK and Conservatives and Republicans.
I waited for him to shut up but he didn't stop talking until he dropped me off at a shelter in Logansport.
The lady at the shelter in Logansport wouldn't even let me stay for a couple of days. She said that they have a six-month program and I had no place there.
So I went down to the Salvation Army and asked them. But they just offered me a meal and then focused their attention on upgrading their intranet network.
So I walked down to the United Way office and asked them if they could help me find a place to stay.
I have a specific time-frame that I have to follow right now. And I have to stay somewhere between Eastern Indiana and Western Ohio until a week from tomorrow.
I have my reasons.
But when I called, and called, and called (Did I mention that I called?) organizations, agencies and shelters in a fifty-mile radius...I was turned down flat.
Some places have no room, others cater to domestic abuse victims and parolees and still others have "programs" which require residency.
I called for help and struck out.
The women in the United Way office sat in their Birkenstocks, doing whatever they do in their cubicles and ignored my problem.
I pulled my backpack over my shoulders, turned around and faced them.
"This is just wrong, I shouldn't be walking out of here with no clear idea of where to go" I said.
Then I pushed the door open and walked out into the humid blast furnace known as Indiana in the Summertime.
I trudged up to the library and felt the cool air pull me into the lobby.
I had just set-up my laptop when two cops walked in...and after a second...they headed straight for me.
Tall cop was bald and never said a word. Short cop had a full head of hair and an obvious need to control whatever he wanted to.
"Will you come outside with us, please?" He said, assuming the standard cop stance.
I looked at tall cop and then back at him.
"Why?" I asked, not moving a muscle.
"We want to talk to you outside" he said.
"Are you detaining me for some reason, officer?" I asked him.
"No" he said, showing the first indication of irritation in his face.
"Then whatever you have to say to me, you can tell me in here" I said.
He glanced over at the other officer and tall cop crossed his arms.
I didn't move.
"We understand that you have been trying to find a place to stay" said short cop and he didn't smile.
"I went over to the United Way office and made a lot of phone calls. But no one wants to accommodate me" I explained.
"Well, see the problem is that you only want one night" he replied.
"No, I need somewhere to stay until July 30Th" I corrected him.
"So after all of my efforts, you mean I can't even sit in this library and use my laptop?" I asked.
"You should come outside and talk with us" short cop said.
"Is there a problem with me being here right now?" I asked.
"No, but..." he replied.
"Well then why are you here?" I asked him.
Throughout the entire exchange, neither cop smiled at me once. In fact, they just stood their ground (in a freaking library, whoopee!) and glared at me.
So I saw no reason to trust them in any way, shape or form. I was mad that they were bothering me at all and they knew it.
After years on the road, I usually read cops pretty well. And those two Bubbas just wanted me to leave town.
I was outraged.
And after the day that I had just had, I was just angry enough to go. But not while they were both standing there.
After I asked my last question, the short cop opened his mouth, closed it again and walked away. After a moment, tall cop followed him and turned his head for a second and glared at me before he strode out the door.
"Whatever" I mumbled and walked over to the librarians, who were stunned.
"May I please use your phone to make a short local call?" I asked.
A few seconds later, I was connected with the United Way office.
"Did you tell the police to come over here to the library and talk to me?" I asked the woman on the line.
"Yes, I thought they could help you..." she answered in a voice that indicated that she knew that I knew her real intention.
"No, you didn't and I will tell you that what you did was totally rotten. And believe me, I won't use the laptop here but I will eventually. And when I do, I will make it very clear that you didn't do what you should have. You are human beings and you could have helped if you'd really wanted to. And when you go home tonight, you remember that today you did a bad thing" I said, in a clear, strong voice and then I hung-up the phone.
The librarians had that "Oh My" look on their faces as I turned and walked out the door.
I was so mad that I walked down the sidewalk, block after block, and then I heard a car horn behind me.
One of the librarians pulled up to the curb and skidded to a stop.
"Wait!" she cried, "There's a third officer down there now and he says that he wants to help you. He wants you to go back to the library. He will meet you there."
"Thank you but I won't go back until I talk to the officer, myself" I said.
The lady dug out her cell phone from her purse and called back to the library.
After a short conversation, she clicked off and told me that the officer went back to the cop shop to see why the other officers talked to me like they did.
"Uh...yeah right" I said, thanked her for her efforts again and then asked her for a ride.
But the librarian didn't trust me. I could see it in her eyes.
And when she drove away, I stood there in the humid heat that would later read out to be 99F on a bank sign.
I started trudging again and that's when Sandy appeared. Not the same Sandy that brought me to El Paso.
But just as kind.
She pulled her car around on the side street in front of me and called, "Are you alright?" "You look like you're on your last legs!" "Would you like a ride somewhere?" she asked, never pausing to take a breath.
I smiled.
My angel had arrived.
Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part Two
A woman in an old pickup truck stopped in the dust.
I smiled.
She drove me to a map dot where we met the last cop in Illinois. He contacted a County Mountie from Indiana.
Then there was a corn field relay and hand-off.
The Hoosier cop drove me to a motel. He called a preacher named Ken who eventually arrived and paid for a room.
Then the "manager", Ken and I walked back to the room.
When I opened the door, I was shocked.
If there is a Bates Motel From Hell, that motel in western Indiana is it.
It was filthy and a complete wreck.
Two cockroaches scurried under the bed as my eyes moved from the floor to the dead smoke alarm in the ceiling.
The air conditioner, which was held together with duct tape, worked well enough to keep me cool for the rest of the night. The curtains, which displayed mysterious stains, and were missing half of their hooks, were draped across a huge window. Spider webs ran down the length of the baseboard heating ducts.
I was afraid to look in the bathroom.
I gave the manager a "You've got to be kidding" look and he backed out the door. The preacher went to McDonald's and got me some dinner. I found the remote and snapped on the ancient TV. After a minute, I was looking at "CSI."
"Perfect", I thought and sat down warily on the bed.
(This post will be continued later on today.)
I smiled.
She drove me to a map dot where we met the last cop in Illinois. He contacted a County Mountie from Indiana.
Then there was a corn field relay and hand-off.
The Hoosier cop drove me to a motel. He called a preacher named Ken who eventually arrived and paid for a room.
Then the "manager", Ken and I walked back to the room.
When I opened the door, I was shocked.
If there is a Bates Motel From Hell, that motel in western Indiana is it.
It was filthy and a complete wreck.
Two cockroaches scurried under the bed as my eyes moved from the floor to the dead smoke alarm in the ceiling.
The air conditioner, which was held together with duct tape, worked well enough to keep me cool for the rest of the night. The curtains, which displayed mysterious stains, and were missing half of their hooks, were draped across a huge window. Spider webs ran down the length of the baseboard heating ducts.
I was afraid to look in the bathroom.
I gave the manager a "You've got to be kidding" look and he backed out the door. The preacher went to McDonald's and got me some dinner. I found the remote and snapped on the ancient TV. After a minute, I was looking at "CSI."
"Perfect", I thought and sat down warily on the bed.
(This post will be continued later on today.)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update--Part One
This update is going to piss some people off.
Not because of something that I've done...but because of what was done to me.
I have many readers around the world and I am sure that some of them are already fascinated with my latest road trip.
To them I ask: What do you think of THIS...?
I ate my Super Start breakfast, packed up and left the hotel in El Paso, Illinois. As I walked through the town in the rain, I kept thinking about how nice everyone in El Paso was to me. I thought about Sandy, who had picked me up on that country highway the day before. I thought about how much fun I had looking for a white t-shirt in the thrift store, doing my laundry at the old washeteria that included 45 records on the walls and a life size cutout of Elvis, eating comfort food at the family restaurant where we discussed life and then shared the long ride down to El Paso.
I smiled when I remembered the sweet librarians in the beautiful, classic Carnegie library. And I grinned when I thought about the officer who drove the snazzy, chocolate-brown, sneak mobile rig.
I hitchhiked out of that area and was dropped off in the Land of the Complete Opposite.
Yes, I sat down on my pack, in the grass by a speed sign and put out my thumb again.
Every vehicle rolled by except for three that were driven by a cloned version of the Village Idiot.
I flashed each of them my best "I'm crazier than you are" look and they drove on... without me.
Finally, a jackass cop pulled up in his cruiser and told me to stop hitchhiking.
"It's illegal to do that here" he said, his hands gripping his service belt exactly like Barney Fife.
"I've hitchhiked all the way across Illinois, Sir and I am heading for Indiana" I replied.
"You can't hitchhike here" he repeated.
"Oh great", I thought, "I've gone from the Village Idiots to the County Jackass."
He told me to get up and start walking.
I pointed out that there is very little shoulder on that stretch of road. I told him that my backpack was heavy. And I said that it was too hot and humid to walk at that time of day.
He didn't care.
He is the County Jackass.
He finally left and I walked into a nearby thrift store and explained my problem. One of the ladies asked me if I am a Christian while the other woman went in the back to make a phone call.
Five minutes later, another cop walked in the door and told me to get in his car. He raised his voice and told me to hurry up. I slowly rose to my feet, with the backpack weighing down my shoulders, and followed him.
But as I walked out, I cursed every step that HE took.
I told him what I thought of him and his buddy.
"I'll pull over and leave ya right here if you don't shut up" he growled.
"So do it and I'll darn well get out" I said. And he knew that I meant it. He drove on.
When he dropped me off in the next town, he ran his mouth and I tossed every one of his words back to him. And then I walked off.
He isn't a professional law enforcement officer. He's just a bad person with a badge.
I found the library and went in. I asked them to contact the local po-po that I figured couldn't be any worse than the back road Barney that I just left behind.
The cop turned out to be a very nice man.
He drove me to the next town and lit up a delivery driver. The next thing I knew, that delivery man was driving me to Watseka, Illinois. Watseka hugs the Indiana border.
The driver dropped me off at the police station. A cop, with a bald head, shades and strange tattoos, sat in his cruiser and chatted with me.
Several minutes later, he brought me to the city limits and left me there.
I sat down on my pack and stuck out my thumb.
Not because of something that I've done...but because of what was done to me.
I have many readers around the world and I am sure that some of them are already fascinated with my latest road trip.
To them I ask: What do you think of THIS...?
I ate my Super Start breakfast, packed up and left the hotel in El Paso, Illinois. As I walked through the town in the rain, I kept thinking about how nice everyone in El Paso was to me. I thought about Sandy, who had picked me up on that country highway the day before. I thought about how much fun I had looking for a white t-shirt in the thrift store, doing my laundry at the old washeteria that included 45 records on the walls and a life size cutout of Elvis, eating comfort food at the family restaurant where we discussed life and then shared the long ride down to El Paso.
I smiled when I remembered the sweet librarians in the beautiful, classic Carnegie library. And I grinned when I thought about the officer who drove the snazzy, chocolate-brown, sneak mobile rig.
I hitchhiked out of that area and was dropped off in the Land of the Complete Opposite.
Yes, I sat down on my pack, in the grass by a speed sign and put out my thumb again.
Every vehicle rolled by except for three that were driven by a cloned version of the Village Idiot.
I flashed each of them my best "I'm crazier than you are" look and they drove on... without me.
Finally, a jackass cop pulled up in his cruiser and told me to stop hitchhiking.
"It's illegal to do that here" he said, his hands gripping his service belt exactly like Barney Fife.
"I've hitchhiked all the way across Illinois, Sir and I am heading for Indiana" I replied.
"You can't hitchhike here" he repeated.
"Oh great", I thought, "I've gone from the Village Idiots to the County Jackass."
He told me to get up and start walking.
I pointed out that there is very little shoulder on that stretch of road. I told him that my backpack was heavy. And I said that it was too hot and humid to walk at that time of day.
He didn't care.
He is the County Jackass.
He finally left and I walked into a nearby thrift store and explained my problem. One of the ladies asked me if I am a Christian while the other woman went in the back to make a phone call.
Five minutes later, another cop walked in the door and told me to get in his car. He raised his voice and told me to hurry up. I slowly rose to my feet, with the backpack weighing down my shoulders, and followed him.
But as I walked out, I cursed every step that HE took.
I told him what I thought of him and his buddy.
"I'll pull over and leave ya right here if you don't shut up" he growled.
"So do it and I'll darn well get out" I said. And he knew that I meant it. He drove on.
When he dropped me off in the next town, he ran his mouth and I tossed every one of his words back to him. And then I walked off.
He isn't a professional law enforcement officer. He's just a bad person with a badge.
I found the library and went in. I asked them to contact the local po-po that I figured couldn't be any worse than the back road Barney that I just left behind.
The cop turned out to be a very nice man.
He drove me to the next town and lit up a delivery driver. The next thing I knew, that delivery man was driving me to Watseka, Illinois. Watseka hugs the Indiana border.
The driver dropped me off at the police station. A cop, with a bald head, shades and strange tattoos, sat in his cruiser and chatted with me.
Several minutes later, he brought me to the city limits and left me there.
I sat down on my pack and stuck out my thumb.
Psyche THIS!
Before I get to my road update, I would like to tell the moron that sent me the comments about the psychic to read A LITTLE CLOSER!! I NEVER attributed one single bit of information,from what I listed as my "psychic connection" ,to myself. Which, if you read the entire series of posts, dimwit, you'd already know.
Ever since I started questioning the validity of your "readings", you've become very defensive. Your email rants to me read like they were written by Mel Gibson.
Which makes me very suspicious.
There's something wrong with you. And at the rate that you're going, you're never going to contribute one credible shred of information that will help find Kyron.
You fake.
Ever since I started questioning the validity of your "readings", you've become very defensive. Your email rants to me read like they were written by Mel Gibson.
Which makes me very suspicious.
There's something wrong with you. And at the rate that you're going, you're never going to contribute one credible shred of information that will help find Kyron.
You fake.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update
A kind librarian and the City of El Paso, Illinois made sure I was safe and dry last night. And soon I will log-off, brush my teeth, pack up and walk down to the highway. I am close to the border and I plan to stay on the road until I am a considerable way into the State of Indiana.
I checked my tracker this morning and it included a hit from Sweden. The most noteworthy thing about that is the fact that the hit originated from, of all things, the Swedish Tax Administration.
The reader spent a considerable time checking-out my series of posts about Greyhound.
Interesting.
And then there's Google. They creep in off-and-on, and I don't just mean via the googlebot.
And everybody reads something different.
Anyway, hello today to Washington State, Maryland, California, The Netherlands, Sweden, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Georgia...
I checked my tracker this morning and it included a hit from Sweden. The most noteworthy thing about that is the fact that the hit originated from, of all things, the Swedish Tax Administration.
The reader spent a considerable time checking-out my series of posts about Greyhound.
Interesting.
And then there's Google. They creep in off-and-on, and I don't just mean via the googlebot.
And everybody reads something different.
Anyway, hello today to Washington State, Maryland, California, The Netherlands, Sweden, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Georgia...
Monday, July 19, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update
I am using my laptop, in a little library building, originally funded by Andrew Carnegie in the early 1900's.
A large oil painting of Mr. Carnegie graces the wall above me.
It is after 4PM, storms are on the way and I have no idea where I am going to stay tonight. Yet.
I am in the small town of El Paso, Illinois. Yeah, I said El Paso. Illinois.
Highway 24 will take me out of town and closer to the Indiana State line.
I tried, the next day, after the last update, to get a ride into Illinois. I was not successful.
I sat, dangling my feet, on a guardrail...in the heat and terribly high humidity...and tried all day to thumb down a ride. No one stopped.
Finally, as the sun began to set, I turned around and headed back down the road toward Gratiot, Wisconsin.
And as I trudged along, a big, dark blue pickup truck pulled up beside me.
I turned around and looked right into the face of an 85-year-old woman named Deloris.
I was stunned.
She was all dressed-up, with a shiny blouse, a heavy stone necklace and sparkling earrings. When I opened the truck door, she smiled and I felt the air conditioned air whack me in the face.
Deloris drove me back to her house, which is situated way back in the fields somewhere and that's where I stayed for the night.
The farm house is a museum. It includes souvenirs and memories from all of the eighty-five years of that elderly woman's life. There are dolls (one looked just like Chuckie and totally creeped me out), music boxes and drawers of authentic vintage jewelry.
Deloris also has big, walk-in closets filled with old clothes and shoes.
The place is truly amazing.
And, situated on a hill, overlooking corn rows and a gravel road, very few people know about it.
Deloris prefers it that way.
The next morning, Deloris drove me down to the small town of Polo, Illinois...which is located south of Freeport. When I walked away, the heat became a heavy blanket around me.
I found the library and ducked inside.
When the library closed, I went over to the police station and got a motel for the night. They also arranged for dinner to be delivered to my room.
On Sunday morning, I walked out of Polo and sat down on a guardrail.
The police came by and gave me a ride south to the town of Dixon. But after my experience there, I think that the city of Dixon should be called "Dicks", instead.
I walked through the entire city, in the oppressive heat and high humidity, and nobody helped me.
I met people as they walked out of two different churches and they glared at me. I asked for a cold drink of water at two different businesses and was turned away. Finally, I climbed up a hill, found a shady spot on a sidewalk, and stopped. I took a swig of tepid water from my water bottle, shook off my backpack, sat down on it and stuck out my thumb.
A few minutes later, a guy came by from one of the nearby houses and glared at me. He had a big, black pit bull dog on a leash that growled at me. I just rolled my eyes, stared right at the dog and said, "Whatever."
The guy's glare changed to a look of confusion before he and black Bowser walked off.
I continued to hitchhike, sitting on my backpack, in the middle of the sidewalk, in a residential area, by the highway...
...and a few minutes later, a young man named Matthew, with a red earring in his ear, stopped and picked me up. He was driving a minivan with three toddlers, strapped in their car seats, in the back.
"They all yours?" I asked.
"Yup." he replied.
We went back and picked up his wife at Wal-Mart. Then we proceeded to drive all over the County looking for a place for me to stay overnight.
We finally ended up at a police station in a town that I don't remember the name of.
The officer there wrote me out a voucher for a motel and the nice couple in the minivan drove me over to it.
The couple gave me some of the food from their stash in the van before they said goodbye. They also rewarded my day-long efforts with two cold liter bottles of Diet Mt. Dew. Yeehaw.
I stayed there last night and vowed that when I got far enough down today, I would stop and post this update.
I walked out to the long, country highway today and I was picked by a sweet lady named Sandy.
She had just broken-up with her boyfriend and she wanted to help me.
So we went to a thrift store and got a white t-shirt for me (most of my clothes are dark). Then we drove to the laundromat and washed the rest of my clothes. After I packed the clean clothes in my backpack, Sandy drove us over to a family-type restaurant. We ate lunch and then she drove me all the way down here to El Paso, Illinois.
I firmly believe that I will be alright tonight even though I only have about $3.50 to my name.
Considering all the amazing assistance that I've received already, I'm sure that I am truly in God's hands.
A large oil painting of Mr. Carnegie graces the wall above me.
It is after 4PM, storms are on the way and I have no idea where I am going to stay tonight. Yet.
I am in the small town of El Paso, Illinois. Yeah, I said El Paso. Illinois.
Highway 24 will take me out of town and closer to the Indiana State line.
I tried, the next day, after the last update, to get a ride into Illinois. I was not successful.
I sat, dangling my feet, on a guardrail...in the heat and terribly high humidity...and tried all day to thumb down a ride. No one stopped.
Finally, as the sun began to set, I turned around and headed back down the road toward Gratiot, Wisconsin.
And as I trudged along, a big, dark blue pickup truck pulled up beside me.
I turned around and looked right into the face of an 85-year-old woman named Deloris.
I was stunned.
She was all dressed-up, with a shiny blouse, a heavy stone necklace and sparkling earrings. When I opened the truck door, she smiled and I felt the air conditioned air whack me in the face.
Deloris drove me back to her house, which is situated way back in the fields somewhere and that's where I stayed for the night.
The farm house is a museum. It includes souvenirs and memories from all of the eighty-five years of that elderly woman's life. There are dolls (one looked just like Chuckie and totally creeped me out), music boxes and drawers of authentic vintage jewelry.
Deloris also has big, walk-in closets filled with old clothes and shoes.
The place is truly amazing.
And, situated on a hill, overlooking corn rows and a gravel road, very few people know about it.
Deloris prefers it that way.
The next morning, Deloris drove me down to the small town of Polo, Illinois...which is located south of Freeport. When I walked away, the heat became a heavy blanket around me.
I found the library and ducked inside.
When the library closed, I went over to the police station and got a motel for the night. They also arranged for dinner to be delivered to my room.
On Sunday morning, I walked out of Polo and sat down on a guardrail.
The police came by and gave me a ride south to the town of Dixon. But after my experience there, I think that the city of Dixon should be called "Dicks", instead.
I walked through the entire city, in the oppressive heat and high humidity, and nobody helped me.
I met people as they walked out of two different churches and they glared at me. I asked for a cold drink of water at two different businesses and was turned away. Finally, I climbed up a hill, found a shady spot on a sidewalk, and stopped. I took a swig of tepid water from my water bottle, shook off my backpack, sat down on it and stuck out my thumb.
A few minutes later, a guy came by from one of the nearby houses and glared at me. He had a big, black pit bull dog on a leash that growled at me. I just rolled my eyes, stared right at the dog and said, "Whatever."
The guy's glare changed to a look of confusion before he and black Bowser walked off.
I continued to hitchhike, sitting on my backpack, in the middle of the sidewalk, in a residential area, by the highway...
...and a few minutes later, a young man named Matthew, with a red earring in his ear, stopped and picked me up. He was driving a minivan with three toddlers, strapped in their car seats, in the back.
"They all yours?" I asked.
"Yup." he replied.
We went back and picked up his wife at Wal-Mart. Then we proceeded to drive all over the County looking for a place for me to stay overnight.
We finally ended up at a police station in a town that I don't remember the name of.
The officer there wrote me out a voucher for a motel and the nice couple in the minivan drove me over to it.
The couple gave me some of the food from their stash in the van before they said goodbye. They also rewarded my day-long efforts with two cold liter bottles of Diet Mt. Dew. Yeehaw.
I stayed there last night and vowed that when I got far enough down today, I would stop and post this update.
I walked out to the long, country highway today and I was picked by a sweet lady named Sandy.
She had just broken-up with her boyfriend and she wanted to help me.
So we went to a thrift store and got a white t-shirt for me (most of my clothes are dark). Then we drove to the laundromat and washed the rest of my clothes. After I packed the clean clothes in my backpack, Sandy drove us over to a family-type restaurant. We ate lunch and then she drove me all the way down here to El Paso, Illinois.
I firmly believe that I will be alright tonight even though I only have about $3.50 to my name.
Considering all the amazing assistance that I've received already, I'm sure that I am truly in God's hands.
Kyron Horman Case/Psychic Update
My psychic connection sent me the following update:
"I got information so I looked on Google Earth at bridges. The boy may be buried up against the left side of a cement-type overhang or pillar that looks like a bridge. There are also big rocks in the area. The boy may be buried up against the side of a bridge. The boy's spirit told me this, he said that he is wrapped in a flannel-type shirt. Indian John Island (in Oregon) area."
I have no idea if any of this is accurate. But I am posting it here, anyway. Because, until Kyron is found, any location is a possibility.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Good Idea
I received a comment from a lady named Emmilie Caterham who is trying to put together support for "Kyron's Law." The law would make a surveillance system mandatory at every elementary school in the Nation. I believe that Emmilie is right.
She has collected over 700 signatures but she needs many more.
This is what she just sent to me: (Edited for clarity)
________________
Ruthie In The Sky,
I love your site and what you have put together for Kyron:) and some other missing children. I am sure that Kyron's abductor has come across your site and viewed the letter you wrote to him/her. You're correct: Kyron will never die, even if his physical presence is no longer with us. His spirit will forever live on. Kyron has indeed brought together people from all over the world. I think he has brought recognition to missing children all together. You know..he's reminded us that it's time to focus our attention on the missing once again.
Kyron's Law is a positive step that we can make together as a result of Kyron's situation. We were unable to save Kyron.(She is making an assumption here that I, Ruthie, am not totally in agreement with but I respect her, nonetheless) But, we can save the children of today and tomorrow through this law. Thank you for supporting me and my cause. Thank you for your continuing support!
And please continue to hold Kyron in your prayers. His family as well. And pray that he is found and his abductor(s) are caught.
Sincerely,
Emmilie Caterham
(The Kyron Horman Petition "Kyron's Law")
The Kyron Horman Online Petition:
Kyron's Law Petition
Justice For Kyron Petition:
Justice For Kyron
She has collected over 700 signatures but she needs many more.
This is what she just sent to me: (Edited for clarity)
________________
Ruthie In The Sky,
I love your site and what you have put together for Kyron:) and some other missing children. I am sure that Kyron's abductor has come across your site and viewed the letter you wrote to him/her. You're correct: Kyron will never die, even if his physical presence is no longer with us. His spirit will forever live on. Kyron has indeed brought together people from all over the world. I think he has brought recognition to missing children all together. You know..he's reminded us that it's time to focus our attention on the missing once again.
Kyron's Law is a positive step that we can make together as a result of Kyron's situation. We were unable to save Kyron.(She is making an assumption here that I, Ruthie, am not totally in agreement with but I respect her, nonetheless) But, we can save the children of today and tomorrow through this law. Thank you for supporting me and my cause. Thank you for your continuing support!
And please continue to hold Kyron in your prayers. His family as well. And pray that he is found and his abductor(s) are caught.
Sincerely,
Emmilie Caterham
(The Kyron Horman Petition "Kyron's Law")
The Kyron Horman Online Petition:
Kyron's Law Petition
Justice For Kyron Petition:
Justice For Kyron
Psychic Reading, Update
My psychic friend and his group have sent me the following new information:
"A lot of my psychic friends feel he (Kyron Horman) is not alive. (He is) by water, a building, park, stream or lake. A male and female (were) involved (in Kyron's demise) and perhaps a dark truck or vehicle."
While this might not appear to be much at first glance, I would like to note here that my friend has not been following this story. The only information that he has received is from me. And I have made a point of NOT providing him with most of the details of this case.
I have acquired feedback from my psychic friend in this manner because I want him to send me unbiased readings that are as accurate as possible.
I will continue to post what he and his group sends to me.
"A lot of my psychic friends feel he (Kyron Horman) is not alive. (He is) by water, a building, park, stream or lake. A male and female (were) involved (in Kyron's demise) and perhaps a dark truck or vehicle."
While this might not appear to be much at first glance, I would like to note here that my friend has not been following this story. The only information that he has received is from me. And I have made a point of NOT providing him with most of the details of this case.
I have acquired feedback from my psychic friend in this manner because I want him to send me unbiased readings that are as accurate as possible.
I will continue to post what he and his group sends to me.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update
I am in southern Wisconsin tonight. And the wi-fi is perfect.
Last night, bad weather roared into Westby, Wisconsin. I stayed in my motel room and cringed.
And even if the sirens started to scream, I wouldn't have heard them above the howling wind and the machine gun rain.
I tracked the storm on the Weather Channel and online until the power failed for the last time.
Then I switched on my flashlight and turned on the NOAA weather band on my battery-operated Walkman.
I finally fell asleep around 3am and I woke up again at 8am. I showered, packed, grabbed a cold Diet Dew and called a cab. Soon, Rose the driver drove her minivan alongside me and I was back on the road.
I met a man who writes a regular column for the local newspaper. I met a woman who believes in remote viewing. And I also met another woman who is on the tail end of her own road trip.
She saved her money for two years and finally started up her car and took off. And she traveled all over the Country. When she picked me up, and we began to exchange stories...we became totally delighted with each other.
We had a picnic at a roadside park and took photos at a veteran memorial. A large group of flags, each on a separate pole, flapped and jangled in the breeze. The sound was like some magical music...like the laughter of soldiers who were finally set free.
As the afternoon pulled the sun around toward evening shadows, a young woman stopped her car and picked me up. She said very little and I dozed past miles of cows and corn fields.
Finally, I ended up outside of a small town. I sat on my backpack by a light pole and tried to get a ride. I didn't.
Eventually, the local cop rolled his rig to a stop. He got out, walked up to me and declared, "You can't hitchhike, it's illegal here."
I burst out laughing.
Eventually he brought me here to this motel. I am sitting in a room that includes: satellite TV, wi-fi, two beds covered with moose-print pillows/quilts, a frig/microwave combo, a coffee maker (with coffee, of course). The room has the dimensions of a tennis court.
Tomorrow I will cross the border into Illinois.
Last night, bad weather roared into Westby, Wisconsin. I stayed in my motel room and cringed.
And even if the sirens started to scream, I wouldn't have heard them above the howling wind and the machine gun rain.
I tracked the storm on the Weather Channel and online until the power failed for the last time.
Then I switched on my flashlight and turned on the NOAA weather band on my battery-operated Walkman.
I finally fell asleep around 3am and I woke up again at 8am. I showered, packed, grabbed a cold Diet Dew and called a cab. Soon, Rose the driver drove her minivan alongside me and I was back on the road.
I met a man who writes a regular column for the local newspaper. I met a woman who believes in remote viewing. And I also met another woman who is on the tail end of her own road trip.
She saved her money for two years and finally started up her car and took off. And she traveled all over the Country. When she picked me up, and we began to exchange stories...we became totally delighted with each other.
We had a picnic at a roadside park and took photos at a veteran memorial. A large group of flags, each on a separate pole, flapped and jangled in the breeze. The sound was like some magical music...like the laughter of soldiers who were finally set free.
As the afternoon pulled the sun around toward evening shadows, a young woman stopped her car and picked me up. She said very little and I dozed past miles of cows and corn fields.
Finally, I ended up outside of a small town. I sat on my backpack by a light pole and tried to get a ride. I didn't.
Eventually, the local cop rolled his rig to a stop. He got out, walked up to me and declared, "You can't hitchhike, it's illegal here."
I burst out laughing.
Eventually he brought me here to this motel. I am sitting in a room that includes: satellite TV, wi-fi, two beds covered with moose-print pillows/quilts, a frig/microwave combo, a coffee maker (with coffee, of course). The room has the dimensions of a tennis court.
Tomorrow I will cross the border into Illinois.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Psychic Update
My psychic friend sent me another message, it reads like this:
"I almost forgot to mention this, but when you look at the map, it is from Highway 43. In the area of George Rogers Park, Oswego Park & Ellen R. Burgess Nature Preserve. That general area. I could be wrong, but my vision pulled me south or south east of Portland, not too far away, and the area in the map is what I got.
I will keep working on this."
The link to the original post can be checked-out HERE.
He is a renowned psychic and has been correct many times.
So I am sharing the information and adding a prayer that Kyron is found soon.
View Larger Map
He also says:"I first got Portland, Ore. Then I got a male adult dressed in a plaid shirt or jacket with a cap. Then a dark colored pickup truck. Then a roadside rest stop. A parking lot like in a park. Then a log cabin. Then a lot of trees and a stream or river and loamy soil. Leaves covering (something) near water and trees.
This I first got as just south of Portland. Then I looked at a Google map and I sent you a link to the map and general area I saw."
"I almost forgot to mention this, but when you look at the map, it is from Highway 43. In the area of George Rogers Park, Oswego Park & Ellen R. Burgess Nature Preserve. That general area. I could be wrong, but my vision pulled me south or south east of Portland, not too far away, and the area in the map is what I got.
I will keep working on this."
The link to the original post can be checked-out HERE.
He is a renowned psychic and has been correct many times.
So I am sharing the information and adding a prayer that Kyron is found soon.
View Larger Map
He also says:"I first got Portland, Ore. Then I got a male adult dressed in a plaid shirt or jacket with a cap. Then a dark colored pickup truck. Then a roadside rest stop. A parking lot like in a park. Then a log cabin. Then a lot of trees and a stream or river and loamy soil. Leaves covering (something) near water and trees.
This I first got as just south of Portland. Then I looked at a Google map and I sent you a link to the map and general area I saw."
A Lesson Here
Bad Seeks Its Own Level
You Want Blood Money, Honey?
Reel Her In!
I am aware that investigators have gone back to the school where Kyron Horman was allegedly last seen to search again. They are focusing on the building and the grounds around that immediate area. This was reported by HLN (CNN) this morning.
So valid news about Kyron's fate may be revealed soon.
I feel for that boy. I don't feel anything but "whatever" for Desiree and Tony, "karma" for Kaine and total, absolute disgust for Terri Moulton Whore-Moan.
From what I've seen, heard and read, I don't believe that any of those four adults acted properly when Kyron was with them.
And maybe that is the lesson here.
Has Desiree really sat in the kitchen with her head in her hands, running a river of regrets through her mind?
Does Tony realize now that the demands of his job may have cost him precious time with Kyron?
Is Kaine filled with sorrow and crushing remorse for ever aligning himself with Terri and ignoring the obvious warning signs?
I know that Terri doesn't care. But she's a piece of shit that deserves to reap what she's sown. That woman had the chance to do the right thing. But instead, she jumped into the mud of her own evil and rolled in it.
She has no idea yet just how bad her life is going to get.
If she doesn't bring Kyron back then her own life is over. And her soul (what's left of it) will sink into a black abyss and disintegrate.
Terri will never hide from God. If she stands behind every mortal human being on Earth, God will still find her. She will have to face her own day of reckoning.
Oh Terri...Thou Fool.
____________________
My Facebook pal, Angela, posted the following on my wall and gave me permission to share her comments here:
"How much more can come out before she is indicted in Kyron's disappearance?l?! How is there NOT an overburden of proof that she is involved and KNOWS what happened to him?!?
1. Last person to see him 2. Erratic behavior 3. Postpartum depression 4. Murder for hire plot on her husband 5. An affair with hubby's h.s "friend" 6. Cell ... See More phone pings on Suavie Island when she stated she was somewhere else 7. The failing of TWO lie detector tests.
YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE THAT THERE ISN'T PROBABLE CAUSE TO ARREST THIS WOMAN!!!
How can the LE NOT see that she was plotting to eliminate everybody in that house so that she could live the life she wanted instead of the life she had!?!?
Having an affair was her number one priority. The question now begs to be asked:
Did Kyron see her with this man/catch them in the act and did THEY then decide to do away with him so that he didn't let the cat outta the bag?!?!?
DISGUSTED BEYOND BELIEF! My heart aches for this little boy and the people that love him! COME ON LE, WHEN WILL YOU CLOSE IN ON THIS MONSTER!?!?"
__________________
I have a feeling that Terri Moulton Horman's arrest will happen soon. But I really want to see Kyron Horman come home where he rightfully belongs.
You Want Blood Money, Honey?
Reel Her In!
I am aware that investigators have gone back to the school where Kyron Horman was allegedly last seen to search again. They are focusing on the building and the grounds around that immediate area. This was reported by HLN (CNN) this morning.
So valid news about Kyron's fate may be revealed soon.
I feel for that boy. I don't feel anything but "whatever" for Desiree and Tony, "karma" for Kaine and total, absolute disgust for Terri Moulton Whore-Moan.
From what I've seen, heard and read, I don't believe that any of those four adults acted properly when Kyron was with them.
And maybe that is the lesson here.
Has Desiree really sat in the kitchen with her head in her hands, running a river of regrets through her mind?
Does Tony realize now that the demands of his job may have cost him precious time with Kyron?
Is Kaine filled with sorrow and crushing remorse for ever aligning himself with Terri and ignoring the obvious warning signs?
I know that Terri doesn't care. But she's a piece of shit that deserves to reap what she's sown. That woman had the chance to do the right thing. But instead, she jumped into the mud of her own evil and rolled in it.
She has no idea yet just how bad her life is going to get.
If she doesn't bring Kyron back then her own life is over. And her soul (what's left of it) will sink into a black abyss and disintegrate.
Terri will never hide from God. If she stands behind every mortal human being on Earth, God will still find her. She will have to face her own day of reckoning.
Oh Terri...Thou Fool.
____________________
My Facebook pal, Angela, posted the following on my wall and gave me permission to share her comments here:
"How much more can come out before she is indicted in Kyron's disappearance?l?! How is there NOT an overburden of proof that she is involved and KNOWS what happened to him?!?
1. Last person to see him 2. Erratic behavior 3. Postpartum depression 4. Murder for hire plot on her husband 5. An affair with hubby's h.s "friend" 6. Cell ... See More phone pings on Suavie Island when she stated she was somewhere else 7. The failing of TWO lie detector tests.
YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE THAT THERE ISN'T PROBABLE CAUSE TO ARREST THIS WOMAN!!!
How can the LE NOT see that she was plotting to eliminate everybody in that house so that she could live the life she wanted instead of the life she had!?!?
Having an affair was her number one priority. The question now begs to be asked:
Did Kyron see her with this man/catch them in the act and did THEY then decide to do away with him so that he didn't let the cat outta the bag?!?!?
DISGUSTED BEYOND BELIEF! My heart aches for this little boy and the people that love him! COME ON LE, WHEN WILL YOU CLOSE IN ON THIS MONSTER!?!?"
__________________
I have a feeling that Terri Moulton Horman's arrest will happen soon. But I really want to see Kyron Horman come home where he rightfully belongs.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Ruthie On The Road, Update
By Mr. Bob,
Near Winona, Minnesota
July 2010
It's been over a month since I returned to the road. I began this latest journey on June 8. That was way back in Oregon. I am now in La Crosse, Wisconsin.
I left Grand Island, Nebraska and headed for Columbus. After refusing a ride with two perverts and one idiot, I got several good rides that finally brought me into Columbus, Nebraska.
The man that drove me into Columbus let me stay at his house overnight. He and his two roommates let me sleep in a spare bedroom. I ate dinner from their kitchen stash, scrubbed off in the shower and then rolled my sleeping bag out on the bed. They didn't have any extra sheets or blankets but my sleeping bag worked just fine.
Early the next morning, one of the guys drove me to a bridge that leads out of town and dropped me off there. I crossed the bridge and then I decided that I was still too tired to travel. So I flagged down a local cop who drove me over to a shelter.
The shelter people let me sleep in the lounge and then took me over to a Super 8 motel that night.
The next day, two of the guys from the shelter drove me out to a perfect place to hitchhike.
It felt great to be back on the road again!
I hitchhiked all day and the last ride that I got put me into Yankton, South Dakota.
We contacted the police who sent me to a motel. I stopped at Burger King, grabbed some dinner to go and then one of the employees drove me up to the motel.
I left the next day with a smile on my face. But my smile went away when I realized just how difficult it was going to be to get through South Dakota.
The people, for the most part, were terrible. They swore at me, flipped me off, drove in the dust close to where I was standing and otherwise ignored me.
I finally managed to reach the small town of Salem, South Dakota. And as I stood there, in the glow of the setting sun and tried to get a ride...the locals began to display their own pathetic brand of ignorance.
To date, Salem, South Dakota is the worst community that I have visited on this trip.
Take my advice: DON'T EVER GO TO SALEM, SOUTH DAKOTA. THEY AREN'T WORTH A PENNY OF YOUR MONEY OR A SECOND OF YOUR TIME!
Just before darkness closed in, a cop drove up and rescued me. He took me to another cop who drove me to a rest area outside Brookings, South Dakota. I stayed there for the rest of the night and then hitchhiked into the city early the next morning.
But Brookings was having an art festival and nobody wanted to help me. So I turned around and walked down the shoulder of highway 14 east.
Highway 14 brought me into Minnesota. I was tired and met a lot of cops (who gave me courtesy rides) until I was dropped-off late in the day in the tiny town of Springfield, Minnesota.
I trudged up to a gas station and told the lady behind the counter that I needed help. She called Officer Katy who drove around and got me. Then she contacted a minister and his wife who drove me all the way to New Ulm, Minnesota. After we arrived, the couple checked me into a Super 8 motel.
The next day I was right back on the road again.
As I was holding out my thumb, a man on a motorcycle in the opposite lane pulled over and stopped. He looked back at me and then continued on. Eventually he turned around and returned.
He handed me a crisp fifty-dollar bill and told me to have a nice night.
I did...in a Motel 6.
The next day (yesterday) I got as far as Winona, Minnesota and decided to stop at McDonald's and take a break.
I munched some lunch and used their wi-fi.
Outside...a storm began to brew.
By the time I walked outside, the sky was turning black. Lightening flashed and big, rolling clouds looked ready to spit flying monkeys (a la "The Wizard Of Oz").
I pulled a flimsy poncho out of my backpack, sat down on a guardrail by the highway and waited for the worst.
When the rain blew into my face, a man in a pickup truck stopped.
After I climbed into the cab, I pointed to the brilliant rainbow that began to shimmer across the sky.
I said, "I have the luck of the Irish, And a fortune it will yield, For while I'm sitting in the darkness, There's a rainbow glowing in the field."
I made that saying up, of course.
He laughed.
And I ended up at his house, which is located by corn fields, somewhere in Eastern Minnesota.
I met his lovely wife, Jan who took very nice care of me.
I saw a doe with two fawns prancing in the field outside the room that I slept in. I went on a ride through fields in "The Buggy" this morning. And then Bob drove me to La Crosse, bought me lunch and then drove me to the library.
He also left me a total of one-hundred dollars.
Thank you, Minnesota.
And in the words of Ashton Kutcher: "HELLO, WISCONSIN!!!"
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Who's Protecting Kyron? Updated
BREAKING NEWS! Terri Horman/Affair
KGW'S Coverage Of Breaking News
You Can't Hide Your Lying Eyes
I watched this video (Click on the link above and then scroll about halfway down the page) with absolute disgust. I credit the reporter, Dan Tilkin, with making an admirable attempt to get Terri to talk.
But instead of behaving like a grown woman, Terri hid her face behind the person that she was with.
[Reporter Dan Tilkin (left) attempts to get a response from Terri Horman (far right)]
________________
And she never said a thing. However, her asinine reaction to the reporter, made all the more ridiculous by the angle of the news camera, spoke volumes.
Terri Moulton Horman is an unstable, mentally ill, coward.
And even if she attempts to hide behind a thousand people...she will never keep the truth away from those who are hunting it down.
The truth is going to be revealed, front-and-center, right underneath a big, hot light.
It's just a matter of time.
But it's Kyron's life that hangs in the in-between. And that isn't fair.
I wish that Dan Tilkin had pushed a little bit harder the other day. His tone of voice could have carried a message across that parking garage. And he never would have had to raise his voice.
There's different ways to address another individual...especially a person like Terri Horman.
If it had been me in that parking garage, I bet that even if she hadn't uttered a sound, she would have heard and remembered every, single word that I said.
But I realize that Dan was trying not to alienate Terri. If it had been me, I would have melted her demeanor even if it was made of solid granite.
That's partly because, unlike Terri, I will never have to answer to anybody. Except God. And He gives me words to speak and vibrations to convey. So, Terri better hope that she never comes within spitting distance of me.
Or anybody else that God chooses to do the exact same thing.
A new friend of mine on Facebook just brought up a very good question: "...if she's (Terri Horman) so innocent, why isn't she trying to see kiara???"
Why, indeed?
____________
You let your companion protect you the other day, Terri. But I wonder, right now, at this very moment, who's protecting Kyron?
Hmmmm??
KGW'S Coverage Of Breaking News
You Can't Hide Your Lying Eyes
I watched this video (Click on the link above and then scroll about halfway down the page) with absolute disgust. I credit the reporter, Dan Tilkin, with making an admirable attempt to get Terri to talk.
But instead of behaving like a grown woman, Terri hid her face behind the person that she was with.
[Reporter Dan Tilkin (left) attempts to get a response from Terri Horman (far right)]
And she never said a thing. However, her asinine reaction to the reporter, made all the more ridiculous by the angle of the news camera, spoke volumes.
Terri Moulton Horman is an unstable, mentally ill, coward.
And even if she attempts to hide behind a thousand people...she will never keep the truth away from those who are hunting it down.
The truth is going to be revealed, front-and-center, right underneath a big, hot light.
It's just a matter of time.
But it's Kyron's life that hangs in the in-between. And that isn't fair.
I wish that Dan Tilkin had pushed a little bit harder the other day. His tone of voice could have carried a message across that parking garage. And he never would have had to raise his voice.
There's different ways to address another individual...especially a person like Terri Horman.
If it had been me in that parking garage, I bet that even if she hadn't uttered a sound, she would have heard and remembered every, single word that I said.
But I realize that Dan was trying not to alienate Terri. If it had been me, I would have melted her demeanor even if it was made of solid granite.
That's partly because, unlike Terri, I will never have to answer to anybody. Except God. And He gives me words to speak and vibrations to convey. So, Terri better hope that she never comes within spitting distance of me.
Or anybody else that God chooses to do the exact same thing.
A new friend of mine on Facebook just brought up a very good question: "...if she's (Terri Horman) so innocent, why isn't she trying to see kiara???"
Why, indeed?
____________
You let your companion protect you the other day, Terri. But I wonder, right now, at this very moment, who's protecting Kyron?
Hmmmm??
Friday, July 09, 2010
Every Picture, Psychic, Post...Tells A Story
Another Song For Kyron
Idaho.
Whenever I think of Kyron being somewhere, that is the State that I think about. I get impressions of him with a man...at a rest area...off the interstate...east of Boise. I see Terri's red car parked at that rest area. I have felt this since the beginning. But I haven't written a thing about it.
I am sharing it now because my impressions loosely match those of a high-profile (very well known) psychic that I contacted a few days ago. I am not going to reveal who this person is. And when I sent my initial email to him, I wasn't sure that I would even get a response.
I didn't tell him about my impressions. But he shared his. And I expect to hear more from him soon. This is what he sent back to me:
"I saw a little boy with an adult. Not sure yet of that adults' sex (gender), I'm still working on that. One of them was wearing a checkered type jacket perhaps wool that is waist or slightly longer. I saw a pick up truck, perhaps an older model, perhaps brown. I saw trees and possibly some type of rest stop. I do not know Oregon, but I feel that the rest stop is in the northern part of the State, slightly south or southeast of Portland."
Because I am not privy to all of the facts that the investigators are stringing together right now...I don't know how much of this could be correct...either from me or the psychic.
Except for the rest area. I really wonder if that has something to do with where Kyron is...
I am growing closer to believing that Desiree is sincere. She is beginning to show true signs of contained panic.
My jury is still out on Kaine.
It is hard to read Tony because he spends so much time in the background.
But I am convinced, without a doubt, that Terri Moulton Horman is directly responsible for Kyron's disappearance. I believe that she knows exactly where he is .
Fred Meyer/Albertsons have submitted surveillance video. And despite Terri Horman's cagey behavior, those videos just might help bring Kyron back.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Be An Angel
I have devoted a great deal of space to the Kyron Horman case. As the investigation continues, I have been on the road. This morning I am in Yankton, South Dakota.
I will post an update soon that will cover what has happened to me during the past few weeks.
In the meantime, I will be heading for Minnesota today.
As for the Horman case, I am just shaking my head. It is too bad that the sting went wrong and that Terri Horman didn't get arrested. All law enforcement got was a few 911 calls from Terri to the police. The former landscaper made headlines and Kyron is still missing today.
Samantha Martyn and her mother were found and they are safe today. The man that took them has been taken into custody.
Samantha Martyn Update
Alisa Maier was found, too and she is safe with her family today. The man that took HER was apprehended after he shot himself.
Alisa Maier Update
I prayed for Samantha, Alisa and Kyron the other night. God granted two miracles.
But Kyron Horman still remains missing.
I feel that it is only fair that the miracle extends to finding Kyron. I prayed that all three children would return safe and that is what I expect.
Now I believe that God is asking the right people to bring Kyron home.
Be an angel...bring Kyron back.
I will post an update soon that will cover what has happened to me during the past few weeks.
In the meantime, I will be heading for Minnesota today.
As for the Horman case, I am just shaking my head. It is too bad that the sting went wrong and that Terri Horman didn't get arrested. All law enforcement got was a few 911 calls from Terri to the police. The former landscaper made headlines and Kyron is still missing today.
Samantha Martyn and her mother were found and they are safe today. The man that took them has been taken into custody.
Samantha Martyn Update
Alisa Maier was found, too and she is safe with her family today. The man that took HER was apprehended after he shot himself.
Alisa Maier Update
I prayed for Samantha, Alisa and Kyron the other night. God granted two miracles.
But Kyron Horman still remains missing.
I feel that it is only fair that the miracle extends to finding Kyron. I prayed that all three children would return safe and that is what I expect.
Now I believe that God is asking the right people to bring Kyron home.
Be an angel...bring Kyron back.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Do The Right Thing, Updated
"We love you and we miss you," his mother said. "Please do not be afraid, because the police are going to find you."
"Connect The Dots"
Terri Horman's Landscaper Wore A Wire
"He Is Somewhere And We Don't Know Where"
Do The Right Thing
Tonight many children are missing. One young child, a little girl named Samantha Martyn, is among those in danger.
An AMBER Alert has been issued for her. She is from Canada. Tonight she is believed to be somewhere in or near South Dakota. I am heading to that State tomorrow.
Samantha Martyn AMBER Alert Information
More Info, Photos Re: Samantha Martyn
There is also an AMBER Alert out tonight for Alisa Maier, who was abducted from her own front yard in Missouri.
Alisa Maier AMBER Alert Information
And where is Kyron Horman?
What do these so-called "adults" think about when they terrorize, hurt or kill kids?
As I have watched the Kyron Horman story unfold, I have gone through every emotion that one could imagine.
And I have prayed for a miracle. I still am.
I care about Samantha, Alisa, Kyron and that sweet missing young lady, Lindsey Baum.
Lindsey Baum CANS Alert Information
I believe that every single one of these children deserves the best that life has to offer. And I also know that in each of the above-listed cases, an adult let these children down.
And there is no excuse.
So, tonight...I want the Horman extended family to get its collective act together and bring Kyron back home.
No more press conferences, no more staged interviews, no more billboards and no more excuses.
Just. Bring. Kyron. Home.
And God, while You're at it, please protect Samantha, Alisa and Lindsey. Yes, there must and will be justice for Kyron. But please bring justice for the other missing children, too.
____________________
Alisa Maier has been found alive. She is safe! One miracle checked off the list! Thank you, God!
Alisa Maier Found In Car Wash
"Connect The Dots"
Terri Horman's Landscaper Wore A Wire
"He Is Somewhere And We Don't Know Where"
Do The Right Thing
Tonight many children are missing. One young child, a little girl named Samantha Martyn, is among those in danger.
An AMBER Alert has been issued for her. She is from Canada. Tonight she is believed to be somewhere in or near South Dakota. I am heading to that State tomorrow.
Samantha Martyn AMBER Alert Information
More Info, Photos Re: Samantha Martyn
There is also an AMBER Alert out tonight for Alisa Maier, who was abducted from her own front yard in Missouri.
Alisa Maier AMBER Alert Information
And where is Kyron Horman?
What do these so-called "adults" think about when they terrorize, hurt or kill kids?
As I have watched the Kyron Horman story unfold, I have gone through every emotion that one could imagine.
And I have prayed for a miracle. I still am.
I care about Samantha, Alisa, Kyron and that sweet missing young lady, Lindsey Baum.
Lindsey Baum CANS Alert Information
I believe that every single one of these children deserves the best that life has to offer. And I also know that in each of the above-listed cases, an adult let these children down.
And there is no excuse.
So, tonight...I want the Horman extended family to get its collective act together and bring Kyron back home.
No more press conferences, no more staged interviews, no more billboards and no more excuses.
Just. Bring. Kyron. Home.
And God, while You're at it, please protect Samantha, Alisa and Lindsey. Yes, there must and will be justice for Kyron. But please bring justice for the other missing children, too.
____________________
Alisa Maier has been found alive. She is safe! One miracle checked off the list! Thank you, God!
Alisa Maier Found In Car Wash
When Will Kyron Get To Respond?
KATU Q&A with Family
Your lawyer WILL NEVER protect you from what you've done, Terri. That's a solid fact.
And like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, you can run all you want...but you will never hide your sin or yourself from God.
You'll have to answer to HIM, Terri and your lawyer won't have anything to do with THAT meeting.
So, I think that it's time that you took a look at the situation through Kyron's eyes. What did he see you do to him, Terri? What are you responsible for?
There's nothing left that you can do for yourself. But you can do something for Kyron: Tell The Truth, Terri.
I don't know if Kyron can speak for himself anymore. But YOU can speak FOR Kyron.
TODAY.
Heed my sage advice, Terri. YOU have done too much WRONG. Do something right...for Kyron.
Confess.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Death To Everyone But YOU, Terri?
Truth Is A Bitch Named Terri
SOMEBODY Better Start Talking!
My Give A Damn's Busted, Terri!
Share My Give A Damn's Busted by Jo Dee Messina
So now it begins.
I have a friend of mine from Facebook that I have to thank for sending the first news link to me this morning.
Independence Day...and that's what you've really wanted all of this time, isn't it, Terri...independence? You wanted to rearrange everything so that it fit your life perfectly.
You're a sick woman...and just as I said in a previous post...your guilt is rotting inside of you.
It is, isn't it, Terri?
There you stood, hanging all over Kaine during that press conference, like he was your own personal savior. And all the while you really wanted him dead.
You spent a great deal of time on Facebook during the months before Kyron disappeared. I wonder how much time you spent looking in a mirror FACING YOURSELF?
"Oh you all don't know about my pain...you don't have the facts..." That's what you posted on that KATU message board. I told you off there and I'm telling you off here!
What about Kyron's pain, Terri? What are the facts surrounding his disappearance?
Where is Kyron? Did you whack him when you couldn't get rid of Kaine?
You tried to hire someone to kill Kaine because you didn't have it in you to do it yourself. But when it came to little, seven-year-young Kyron...well, Terri...did you take all of your frustration out on him?
You effing coward!
DID YOU??!!
Come on, Terri, out with it!! You're the one that says that we don't know the facts...but it appears that you've been spreading pain all over the place!!!
So did you do something bad to Kyron?!!
Or did you give a wad of cash to somebody else after you scrubbed your conscience with contaminated soul sanitizer?
What did you do with that kind, lovable little boy, you corrupt, conniving, monster?!?
KATU UPDATE
SOMEBODY Better Start Talking!
My Give A Damn's Busted, Terri!
Share My Give A Damn's Busted by Jo Dee MessinaSo now it begins.
I have a friend of mine from Facebook that I have to thank for sending the first news link to me this morning.
Independence Day...and that's what you've really wanted all of this time, isn't it, Terri...independence? You wanted to rearrange everything so that it fit your life perfectly.
You're a sick woman...and just as I said in a previous post...your guilt is rotting inside of you.
It is, isn't it, Terri?
There you stood, hanging all over Kaine during that press conference, like he was your own personal savior. And all the while you really wanted him dead.
You spent a great deal of time on Facebook during the months before Kyron disappeared. I wonder how much time you spent looking in a mirror FACING YOURSELF?
"Oh you all don't know about my pain...you don't have the facts..." That's what you posted on that KATU message board. I told you off there and I'm telling you off here!
What about Kyron's pain, Terri? What are the facts surrounding his disappearance?
Where is Kyron? Did you whack him when you couldn't get rid of Kaine?
You tried to hire someone to kill Kaine because you didn't have it in you to do it yourself. But when it came to little, seven-year-young Kyron...well, Terri...did you take all of your frustration out on him?
You effing coward!
DID YOU??!!
Come on, Terri, out with it!! You're the one that says that we don't know the facts...but it appears that you've been spreading pain all over the place!!!
So did you do something bad to Kyron?!!
Or did you give a wad of cash to somebody else after you scrubbed your conscience with contaminated soul sanitizer?
What did you do with that kind, lovable little boy, you corrupt, conniving, monster?!?
KATU UPDATE
Friday, July 02, 2010
Lead, Follow Or Get Out Of The Way
From Nothing To Nowhere.
So Many QUESTIONS!
And not one person, including Terri Moulton Horman, has brought Kyron home.
Terri-Talk-To-Me
In A New York Minute
Terri: You are a pathetic coward. When you built-up your body (which looked gross!) it's apparent that you never strengthened your backbone.
And now you are nothing but a gutless wonder.
You want to talk online...and avoid the unwavering eye of TV news cameras?
Fine.
I'll go one-on-one with you.
Ten rounds.
Until you're flat on the mat.
Come on, muscle lady...muzzle your lawyer and come jump in the ring with me.
I'm ready.
Terri-Talk-To-Me.
And tell us all why we're left to listen to everyone else and not to the one person that we should be hearing from:
Kyron.
Terri: You are a pathetic coward. When you built-up your body (which looked gross!) it's apparent that you never strengthened your backbone.
And now you are nothing but a gutless wonder.
You want to talk online...and avoid the unwavering eye of TV news cameras?
Fine.
I'll go one-on-one with you.
Ten rounds.
Until you're flat on the mat.
Come on, muscle lady...muzzle your lawyer and come jump in the ring with me.
I'm ready.
Terri-Talk-To-Me.
And tell us all why we're left to listen to everyone else and not to the one person that we should be hearing from:
Kyron.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Kyron, Pitkin And The Truth Connection
James Pitkin's Coverage Of The Press Conference Shenanigans
Dirty Laundry
What makes you think that James Pitkin, of Willamette Week, doesn't care about your missing son, Desiree?
Pit (my pet name for him because he reminds me of a relentless pit bull reporter) is in the business to report the truth.
Is there something in that concept that scares you?
If so, why?
You put on quite a performance yesterday: All tears, trembling lips, perfect hair-do and make-up. Yeah, you pulled the audience in and held them in the palm of your plea.
Desiree, you captured a crowd of viewers...but you didn't get me.
I hope that Kyron isn't pulled out of the weeds on the Island tomorrow. I pray that he's still alive.
I obviously want that perfect little boy, who deserves better from his extended family, to be rescued.
And I want whoever is responsible for messing around with Kyron's young life to be prosecuted and punished.
I believe that James Pitkin feels exactly the same way.
He may have stepped on toes but nobodies feet have walked down the right path and found Kyron. Yet.
And somebody is to blame for all of this.
There's two sides to this story: Finding Kyron and finding out the Truth.
Is that why you barred James Pitkin from yesterday's press conference: Because he's getting too close to finding out what's really going on?
Dirty Laundry
What makes you think that James Pitkin, of Willamette Week, doesn't care about your missing son, Desiree?
Pit (my pet name for him because he reminds me of a relentless pit bull reporter) is in the business to report the truth.
Is there something in that concept that scares you?
If so, why?
You put on quite a performance yesterday: All tears, trembling lips, perfect hair-do and make-up. Yeah, you pulled the audience in and held them in the palm of your plea.
Desiree, you captured a crowd of viewers...but you didn't get me.
I hope that Kyron isn't pulled out of the weeds on the Island tomorrow. I pray that he's still alive.
I obviously want that perfect little boy, who deserves better from his extended family, to be rescued.
And I want whoever is responsible for messing around with Kyron's young life to be prosecuted and punished.
I believe that James Pitkin feels exactly the same way.
He may have stepped on toes but nobodies feet have walked down the right path and found Kyron. Yet.
And somebody is to blame for all of this.
There's two sides to this story: Finding Kyron and finding out the Truth.
Is that why you barred James Pitkin from yesterday's press conference: Because he's getting too close to finding out what's really going on?
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