December 2, 2001
News From Home
looks like they've finally caught The
Green River Killer.
left a message on our answering machine Friday night with the news. I
stood there, when we got home from work that evening, listening to her
message over and over again ("I
got my birthday package today
-- oh, and it looks like they've caught The Green River Killer -- call
me OK?") ... and I was literally open-mouthed in shock. Not
because they've actually caught the killer after all this time -- you
always like to think that the bad guy is gonna get it in the end in the
end -- but because this was the very first *I* was hearing about it.
the hell wasn't this ALL OVER the news??
day or two later, of course, the arrest finally started getting some
national attention. This is a pretty sensational story, after all: 49
women dead or missing, most of them young prostitutes or runaways, and
the murderer somehow managed to elude capture all these years.
At the time the murders were taking place -- in the early to mid-1980's
-- I was a young wife and mother, living just a few blocks from the
area where most of the bodies were being found. (As a matter of fact I
went to high school with one of the young women who was murdered, and
some of the victims were found near the park where I learned to ride my
bike as a kid.) So this was one of those crimes that held more
passing personal interest ... and this is why I was so astonished that
I hadn't somehow managed to catch a mention of it in The Tribune or on
KRON News 4 or as a headline on the AOL Welcome screen. I didn't even
get one of those annoying little Yahoo News! reminders in my e-mail
guess I forget, sometimes, that things that are news in TicTac don't
exactly burn up the airwaves here in the Bay Area ... and vice versa.
what happens when you live a bazillion miles from your hometown.
* * * * * *
speaking of living a bazillion miles from your hometown ... I've been
an honorary California Grrrl for exactly three years this weekend.
was three years ago Saturday that David and I tossed all of my earthly
belongings into the back of a rented U-Haul and drove from Oregon City
to Alameda ... over the Siskyous, in a blinding rainstorm ... to
officially begin the Living-In-Sin portion of our relationship. Today I
look back on that decision -- the decision to pack up
everything I own
and move to another state with a man I met in an AOL chat room [for ... ahem ... the second time in a year]
-- as one of the bravest, riskiest, stoopidest, smartest things
done in my life. It had disaster written all over it. We could have
slid off the top of the mountain in our rickety U-Haul and crashed. We
could have run out of money in Roseburg, Oregon and wound up washing
dishes at Subway. We could have moved me into The Castle and realized
that we couldn't stand each other.
could have discovered that he's one of those guys who gets all pissy
about teabags in the kitchen sink.)
instead, it's turned out pretty darned OK so far. Even if there isn't
a Taco Time for miles. Even if it RAINS a lot more in California than
it's supposed to.
even if I do have to work a little harder at
getting news from home.