The hard part is walking the fine line of saying enough to be pertinent and not saying more which would harm the process (and the people involved). :banghead:
The hard part is walking the fine line of saying enough to be pertinent and not saying more which would harm the process (and the people involved). :banghead:
The hard part is walking the fine line of saying enough to be pertinent and not saying more which would harm the process (and the people involved). :banghead:
much more, with video, at Trib link aboveRaymond Kasper, the nephew of serial killer John Wayne Gacy, was convicted in McHenry County today of sexually assaulting a 12-year-old girl, even though she denied the attacks from the witness stand.
A jury took three hours to find Kasper, of Marengo, guilty of predatory criminal sexual assault and aggravated criminal sexual abuse. He was found not guilty of one count of sexual assault.
Kasper shook his head as the verdict was read while his sister Kimberlee Kasper sobbed from the courtroom gallery. His bond was revoked at the request of prosecutors and he was immediately taken into custody. Prosecutor Michael Combs said Kasper faces 21 to 120 years in prison at his Sept. 28 sentencing.
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A man presumed dead for decades as a potential victim of serial killer John Wayne Gacy has been reunited with his family after investigators found him alive and well in Montana.
Robert Hutton was located in April after his sister submitted his name as a possible Gacy victim,
I've always felt Rob and Kim were the ones who actually stopped the killing. The police were not even aware of the scope of Gacy's crimes til "a good guy" like Rob was taken. He brought justice for all the boys and young men that Gacy victimized.A Serial Killer, a Receipt, and My Mom: Haunted by the Murder of 33 Boys
My mom’s role in capturing the prolific serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, has haunted me
since I was a child. This summer, I sat down with her after he re-emerged in the news
cycle to get an insight into how he affected her motherhood—and ultimately my own
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My mom first met Gacy on December 11, 1978, a particularly cold evening in suburban Illinois. That night, my mom, then 17, and her friend and co-worker, Rob Piest, were working a shift at Nisson Pharmacy. A large strange man thudded to work a contracting job at the pharmacy. My mom thought he seemed out of place and asked her boss, “Who’s that?” It was slow, typical of a Monday, so Rob spent time restocking shelves and my mom worked the cash register. At some point she developed a roll of film. She had forgotten her jacket that night, so she asked to borrow Rob’s favorite blue parka. Every time the front doors opened, a frigid cold wind would swoop in. So he lent it to her. At around 8 p.m., when his shift was almost over, when Gacy asked to speak with Rob out back about a summer job that would pay him double what he made at the pharmacy, he took his jacket back, went outside, and was never seen again.
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A Serial Killer, a Receipt, and My Mom: Haunted by the Murder of 33 Boys
My mom’s role in capturing the prolific serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, has haunted me
since I was a child. This summer, I sat down with her after he re-emerged in the news
cycle to get an insight into how he affected her motherhood—and ultimately my own
..
My mom first met Gacy on December 11, 1978, a particularly cold evening in suburban Illinois. That night, my mom, then 17, and her friend and co-worker, Rob Piest, were working a shift at Nisson Pharmacy. A large strange man thudded to work a contracting job at the pharmacy. My mom thought he seemed out of place and asked her boss, “Who’s that?” It was slow, typical of a Monday, so Rob spent time restocking shelves and my mom worked the cash register. At some point she developed a roll of film. She had forgotten her jacket that night, so she asked to borrow Rob’s favorite blue parka. Every time the front doors opened, a frigid cold wind would swoop in. So he lent it to her. At around 8 p.m., when his shift was almost over, when Gacy asked to speak with Rob out back about a summer job that would pay him double what he made at the pharmacy, he took his jacket back, went outside, and was never seen again.
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Welcome to WS. I don’t know the answer to your question, but Gacy reportedly maintained friendships with ppl in Waterloo after parole- and did violate other terms of his parole. So it’s possible. Glad you’re still here!I was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa. I met JWG several times during my early years. A cousin of mine (a girl) was employed at one of Gacy's Kentucky Fried Chicken franchises. We ate there alot and I met John on one occasion.
At a young age My identical twin brother and I had a ventriloquist act. In our early teens we would visit local hospitals and do shows for the young patients. Several times we were joined by a clown as we roamed room to room. The clown was John Wayne Gacy. I do not recall if he used the name Pogo at that time.
Flash forward to the winter of 1976. I was 16. Late one night I was driving my parents car home from my girlfriends house. I had never been in an adult book store and as I drove past "The Danish Book World" I decided to stop and see what it was all about. Ironically the bookstore used to be one of Gacys KFC stores. As I quickly walked through the bookstore a stocky man started to follow me real close. He freaked me out so I left. As I walked across the snow covered parking lot I could hear footsteps crunching on my heals. I started to run. The footsteps behind me started to run! I jumped in my parents car and locked the door just in time. The man frantically yanked on the door handle as he looked down into my eyes. He had no expression on his face at all. I will never forget that stare. I leaned over and locked the passenger door as he ran around the front of the car to the passenger door. I started the car and got the hell out of there.
I cannot say for sure it was John as I hadn't seen him in years, but it looked just like him.
Could John have come back to Iowa to visit? He knew a lot of people in Waterloo. I have wondered all these years and still shutter to think what could have happened if I had not locked the car door in time.