Another Cold Case Bites the Dust

It was a brutal, rape, torture murder of a beautiful 17 year old woman named Carla Walker in Forth Worth, Texas in 1974. More than 45 years later, a monster named Glen Samuel McCurley was arrested for her brutal slaying. https://www.nbcdfw.com/news/local/fort-worth-pd-announces-arrest-in-1974-cold-case-murder-of-carla-walker/2448016/

Solved almost 50 years later….

Disappearance of College Student a Mystery nearly a 100 Years later..

Frances St. John Smith was born in 1909 to wealthy parents in New York City, New York. Her parents, St. John Smith and Florence Howland, were descended from families who sailed to the United States on the Mayflower and are very well-established names on the East Coast. Her parents had high hopes for Frances and her brother, St. John Smith, though only the latter would go on to achieve them. By 1928, Frances was missing and presumed dead.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueCrime/comments/iwiqkn/frances_st_john_smith_vanished_from_her_dorm_room/

Gone, Baby, Gone….

Jovanna Stacey Crawford never had a chance. A chance to grow up with her mother, brother and extended family. Not even two years old, the Bridgeport toddler was last seen by a male baby sitter named Ronald Garrett (her mother’s then boyfriend ) on June 5th 1981 in the tough P T Barnum Housing Project in the 80 block area of Taylor Drive. The boyfriend claimed that Jovanna’s great grandmother had sent a boy around the age of 10 to 11 years old to fetch Jovanna and bring her to the great grandmother who lived nearby. The boy was described as being of African ancestry with small braids in his hair. Jovanna was never seen again.

There have been questions in Garrett’s story. Family members claim that they never sent a young boy to get Jovanna who was not quite two years old. He would be convicted of felony risk of injury to a minor and would serve a year in prison. His story has never changed, and Jovanna if alive today would be in her forties. For more information about this case visit http://charleyproject.org/case/jovanna-stacey-crawford

IF you have any information about the case please call Lt. Christopher Lamaine at the Bridgeport Police at (203) 581-5183.

Late Goodbye…. Poets of the Fall


In our headlights, staring, bleak
Beer cans, deer’s eyes
On the asphalt underneath
Our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, power lines
They keep on flashing, flashing by
flashing by……


And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye


Your breath hot upon my cheek
And we crossed that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak
And we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes
Keep on flashing, flashing by
Flashing

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

The Devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
I can’t breathe easy here, unless our trail’s gone cold behind us.

‘Til in the john mirror, you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

It’s a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night…

A Long time ago….. this song was the theme song on our website back when it had a different name. One of my favorite tunes of all time…. (but not the favorite)