Look what we found!
Dutch police say they do not believe any crime was committed in the case of a skydiver who died and lay undetected in a field for more than a week.
Mark van den Boogaard was not reported missing and his body was discovered by chance. His parachute failed to open on his dive on 8 December.
No technical problems were found with the parachute and the investigation was over, a police statement said.
The jump was organised with the largest skydiving club in the Netherlands.
But the club said it had not launched a search as skydivers do not usually report back after their jump.
Police information officer Anton De Ronde said a local team had visited Mr Boogaard’s family to inform them, but that he was not close to any of his relatives – which is, the police believe, why no-one reported him missing.
Simon Woerlee, manager of the Nationaal Paracentrum skydiving club, in the village of Teuge near Deventer in Gelderland province, described his members as “shocked”.
He described Mr Boogaard as “a friendly and happy man, but a loner, someone who did not really talk to anyone and was always on his own”.
A means of checking in with skydivers after their jump is “well worth investigating” Meiltje de Groot, director of Teuge airfield, told the local De Stentor newspaper.
“It’s very sad that someone could lie dead somewhere for so long without anyone missing him”, Mrs de Groot said.
Sad – is only starting to describe all the thing wrong with this scenario. I’ve long been a hermit-type, a loner. But, it’s no big deal to have some simple way to check in after a shared event,
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Pick out the real homeowner!
The United States Postal Service acknowledged on Friday that one of its mail carriers did not report a corpse at a Denver home because he mistook the body for a Halloween display.
“We do know the carrier delivered mail to the house that day, and he remembered seeing something he thought was related to Halloween,” the postal service said in a statement. “When the carrier learned that was not the case, he was shocked and extremely upset.”
The local ABC News affiliate reported that the dead man, Dale Porch, 46, collapsed and died November 2 on his porch steps after returning home from his night shift job…
The postal service called the incident “an unfortunate situation” that probably would not have happened any other time of year.
“Our carriers have a long history of assisting customers in neighborhoods across the country each and every day, and that holds true for our letter carriers here in Denver,” the statement said.
I’m not really clear on what sort of assistance the letter carrier could have offered the late Mr. Porch.
A Connecticut man responding to his sister’s call for help during an apparent burglary at her home next door, shot and killed a masked intruder who turned out to be his own teenage son…
Tyler Giuliano, 15, was wearing a ski mask and appeared to be armed when he was shot on Thursday by his father, who authorities declined to identify, said Lieutenant J. Paul Vance, a spokesman for the Connecticut State Police.
The father’s sister, who lives next door, was home alone before 1 a.m. when she called him to report someone trying to break into her home. The father went over to investigate and was approached by a masked person dressed entirely in black and holding a shiny object…
“Believing the suspect was armed with a weapon and about to attack him, the (father) discharged his personal handgun at the suspect,” police said.
Giuliano was pronounced dead at the scene.
“(He) was lying on the ground in the driveway with obvious gunshot injuries, holding a weapon,” the statement said.
Vance declined to further describe the weapon.
Phew! You could write fourteen books, movie and TV scripts for this one.
The mother of a pregnant leukemia patient who died after her chemotherapy was delayed over anti- abortion laws is accusing doctors of not putting her daughter’s health first.
The 16-year-old’s plight attracted worldwide attention after she had to wait for chemotherapy because of an abortion ban in the Dominican Republic.
Doctors were hesitant to give her chemotherapy because such treatment could terminate the pregnancy — a violation of the Dominican Constitution, which bans abortion. Some 20 days after she was admitted to the hospital, she finally started receiving treatment.
She died Friday, a hospital official said.
At the time the treatment started, Rosa Hernandez, the girl’s mother, said she tried to convince doctors and the Dominican government to make an exception so that her daughter’s life could be saved.
“My daughter’s life is first. I know that (abortion) is a sin and that it goes against the law … but my daughter’s health is first,” Hernandez said…
“They have killed me, I’m dead, dead. I’m nothing,” her mother said. ” She was the reason for my existence. I no longer live. Rosa has died. Let the world know that Rosa is dead.”
Exactly the kind of outcome required by religious nutballs whose blather about life never includes resistance to war, opposition to capital punishment – and especially important in a case like this one – the right of a woman to choose to save her own life.
I have nothing but contempt for these superstitious hypocrites. They lie to themselves, the world and their own children. They reject science and the ever-expanding history of individual liberty.
Theocrats haven’t the right under any modern democratic constitution to force their beliefs and practices upon everyone else in the nation. Paul Ryan doesn’t accept that. He wants you and me and everyone in the United States to obey his religion.
Linda Chase knows what she did sounds morbid…She is ashamed of it and figures she will likely go to prison for keeping her friend’s dead body inside a Jackson house for months, cashing his benefit checks…
“I didn’t want to be alone. He was the only guy who was ever nice to me.”
Zigler, known as Charlie, died naturally, Chase said. “He just fell asleep.” She kept him in his chair after he died, keeping him dressed and cleaned. His body did not stink, she said. She would talk to him and watch NASCAR races on television with him…
After not hearing from Zigler for some time, family members became concerned and called police, Lt. Chris Simpson said. Officers went Friday to the house, 365 N. Cooper St. Chase let them inside where they found Zigler sitting in a living room chair. A medical examiner determined Zigler died of natural causes. Police believe he died around Christmas 2010.
Chase went with detectives to the Jackson Police Station and answered questions. She admitted to keeping his body and cashing Social Security checks. Even before Zigler died, Chase would sign his name and cash his checks, she said Tuesday. She knows the police are investigating her and she is worried.
“I’m probably going to prison,” she said, adding she asked police if there was a way to pay back the cashed checks.
Linda Chase doesn’t sound quite as acquisitive as most cases I’ve learned of – of folks continuing to cash SSA checks from the dearly departed.
For those who are True Believers, I guess continuing the shared interest in NASCAR sort of fits the pattern of friendship. Though it would drive me to terminal narcolepsy.
McNally and Thorson, better days
Rescuers had rappelled from a helicopter, swaying in the brisk April winds as they bore down on a cave 7,000 feet up in a rugged desert mountain on the edge of this rural hamlet. There had been a call for help. Inside, they found a jug with about an inch of water, browned by floating leaves and twigs. They found a woman, Christie McNally, thirsty and delirious. And they found her husband, Ian Thorson, dead.
The puzzle only deepened when the authorities realized that the couple had been expelled from a nearby Buddhist retreat in which dozens of adherents, living in rustic conditions, had pledged to meditate silently for three years, three months and three days. Their spiritual leader was a charismatic Princeton-educated monk whom some have accused of running the retreat as a cult…
The retreat — in which adherents communicate only with pen and paper — was designed to allow participants to employ yoga and deep meditation to try to answer some of life’s most profound questions. Mostly, though, it has only raised more questions.
Was it a genuine spiritual enclave? What happened to drive Ms. McNally and Mr. Thorson out of the camp and into the wilderness? And just why, in a quest for enlightenment, did Mr. Thorson, a 38-year-old Stanford graduate, end up dead, apparently from exposure and dehydration, in a remote region of rattlesnakes and drug smugglers?
When Ms. McNally and Mr. Thorson left the retreat on Feb. 20, after having participated for one year and one month, she had been its leading teacher. The monk who ran the retreat, Michael Roach, had previously run a diamond business worth tens of millions of dollars and was now promoting Buddhist principles as a path to financial prosperity, raising eyebrows from more traditional Buddhists…
The retreat is set to end on April 3, 2014. Of its original 39 participants, 34 remain.
Over the decades I’ve known a number of students of the Buddha. Some have been and are close to my heart and life. They have no problem with my atheism and scientific understanding of philosophical materialism. I have no problem with their quest for peace with life and nature.
Over the decades I’ve known a number of students of some pretty outlandish philosophies and religions, the former becoming the latter and vice versa. RTFA for a tale with all the elements of a soap opera – including a tragic death.
Union Pacific Railroad Dick looking for bits and pieces
An Amtrak train struck a Jeep in Poplar Bluff, Mo., killing two teens and injuring one who were playing a game involving a ghost story…
Just after midnight Monday, five teens parked on train tracks that cut across County Road 554 and shut off the car in search of ghosts.
“They were playing a stupid game called ‘Ghost Train,’ and the object is to get scared, kind of like telling stories on Halloween,” Butler County Coroner Jim Akers said. “The game was to park on the tracks, let the windows fog up inside and let your mind play tricks on you.”
The St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported when a passenger train came around the bend, the driver couldn’t start the car again. Three teens fled to safety, but two, in a panic, were unable to unbuckle themselves. One girl ran back to help them, just as the train smashed into the car.
Victoria Swanson, 15, and Haley Whitmer, 17, died at the scene. Kaitlyn Fowler, 15, was seriously injured and hospitalized.
The game, outlined in a 2007 post on strangeusa.com, is rooted in the story of a train wreck which occurred in the 1900s, killing nearly everyone on board. Once one parks on the tracks and shuts their car off, the windows will fog up and supposedly train whistles can be heard.
Well, I imagine they heard the real train whistle. Too late.
What’s on TV nowadays?
The remains of a Spanish man have been found lying in the corridor of his terraced house in the north-western village of Canizal some 20 years after he died.
Police looking for clues to the date of Vicente Benito’s death point to the fact that the only coins and banknotes they could find in the house were denominated in pesetas, suggesting he had died well before the euro was introduced in 2002.
In fact nobody had seen Benito for almost two decades, though none of his neighbours in the village of 520 people thought there was anything peculiar about him failing to answer his doorbell for so long.
They long ago gave up ringing on it, assuming he had moved to neighbouring Portugal. There were rumours he had found a girlfriend, or was working as a shepherd in some other part of the world…
“We think he was last seen at least 15 years ago, but no one is sure,” the mayor, Miguel Angel Herrero, explained.
Earlier this week, however, a nephew who lived in the village decided to break into his uncle’s house.
“They say he wanted to see what had happened to his uncle,” a neighbour told the local La Opinión de Zamora newspaper.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for at least a week,” the young man reportedly said…
“He had stopped talking to his siblings and went to work as a shepherd. He was always off somewhere, so it didn’t occur to people that he might still be in the village,” said Herrero.
His ex-wife, who had gone to live with someone else, formally reported him missing in 1992. She had since remarried and moved to the nearby village of Olmo de la Guareña.
I love stories like this. No one ever seems to notice when a modern hermit goes missing – even in the middle of a village.
Makes me feel like I’m part of a guild. :)