DeDee
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I got the info from the Bonita papers "The immediate family and Burke's schoolmate rode in a corporate jet, piloted by John and carrying the casket with JonBenet for her final trip home to Georgia." It only took me 7 months to find where I read it. Is this not a reliable source?
John Ramsey was an accomplished airplane pilot, ATT. Subic Bay rings a bell. JMO JR never intended to escort his daughter's casket. IIRC, JR attempted to flee town asap. Then, his wife was placed on strong meds and he drank a little. Nothing wrong with that. John was an Episcopalian. The cover up began.
Lockheed Martin took over the helm during this time of great need and flew their corporate executive, his family and friends to GA. IIRC, JBR's casket was on this plane. Another chartered jet rode more passengers to GA; ie, Fleet White.
I am currently visiting in Denver after spending five days in Boulder at the base of Chautauqua Park. I drove by JBR's home every day. I drove the alleyway twice. Boulder is a fabulous place to visit. It is quite simply the gem of the Rockies at a special place called the Flatirons. I adored this area long before this recent visit.
Most every street ends at Baseline Drive which offered an entrance into Chautauqua Park driving on 2-lane road or hiking as many chose to the top of the mountain. Cyclists were numerous. After sunset on top of the mountain, a slow drive down offers the city lights showing off with twinkling lights for miles and miles.
Boulder's streets, ie., 15TH Street, are wide with lots room for parking on the streets. 15TH Street is nice. I saw JonBenét's balcony. The home's front door was obscured by tall Junipers. I walked the alleyway nonchalantly.
John Fernie stated he entered via the narrow alley. I believe he was already at the R home when police arrived. It was then that Fernie "faked his recent arrival" w/his odd claim of reading the RN upside down. JMO
The UofCa@B is in a beautiful setting constructed of stacked native stones. Lunched at a healthy café near campus. White caps remained on the tips of many fabulous mountain ranges.
Boulder's Pearl Street Mall was subjected to construction. Otherwise, it is a treat unto itself. One morning's breakfast was a Belgian Waffle with yogurt and fruit. I could see where John's office windows would overlook the school JonBenét attended across the street.
I dined at Pasta Jay's one evening. I imagined the Rs at the center table with JonBenet on display. Veal Parmesan was exquisitely served with the veal round to fit the dinner plate and worth every dollar. The tomato wine sauce with manicotti was delish. It was one of the most popular nightly places to dine. I began that meal with Tiramisu and fine wine. I dropped into the Cheesecake Factory another evening; however, it was not nearly as elegant as others I have visited such as Chicago's CFactory and its gorgeous interior in the basement of the John Hancock Building.
The winds howl as I sit here grounded. Connected. In this beautiful community, where an unsolved murder of a six year old little girl blows in the wind evermore.
Rest In Peace, JonBenét