The woman who lived next door to us and babysat my younger brother and I (I was maybe very early teens or just before, my brother 5 years under that) ended up faking a kidnapping of her own infant son, we heard she had Munchausen by Proxy. Anyway the local news did a short bit on it, I think I remember my mom getting interviewed.
A short-time roommate of mine recently got arrested for kiddy porn on his computer.
A fraternity brother got arrested for throwing mercury all over his mother’s house in a psychotic fit.
A friend of mine built a pipe bomb and the other friend blew up a phone booth with it (decades ago). No one was hurt and they never got caught, but it hit the papers.
When I was in high school, a friend of ours once introduced us to her cousin and his wife (or was the wife the cousin - I can’t remember). A year or two later, the guy murdered his wife, fairly messily. The papers were full of it at the time.
Come to think of it, the papers are still full of it…
My old neighbor was murdered execution style by his own son and the sons drug buddy for not coughing up cash for their habit. Made the papers and the son is still locked away for life.
It was just in our local paper, but a couple decades ago one of the teachers in our local high school was arrested, together with his live-in girlfriend, for possession with intent to distribute either cocaine or heroin. He was the health/drivers’ education teacher. At least it provided a good teaching moment to my daughters. This guy had a tenured teaching position, and this was one of the few things he could have done to lose his job and his state teaching license, regardless of how much time he eventually did or didn’t do.
This is just a friend’s story, but it’s cool anyway. My friend lived in the general neighborhood where the infamous Son of Sam murders were happening, and she had a resemblance to the usual victim type (brown hair, for example). She was late finishing her shopping one day and was anxious about walking home alone. A neighbor offered to escort her and was especially amused that she though she could be a potential Son of Sam victim. Her escort was David Berkowitz, later identified and convicted of all the murders. His next (and final) victim was blonde.
I’m all about reform, but as a local, I can tell you; this murder was brutal. Stabbed his victim twice with an eighteen inch long knife, stripped off his clothes, burned them, and threw him over the brick wall dividing his backyard from the street. Possible dismemberment. (blood spatter analysts believe it to be the case) He then threw him down into the sewer system through a manhole in the middle of the street. Parents encouraged (or had themselves) an obsession with explosives. (1,000 lbs found in their home and garage during the murder investigation). Evidence of animal torture in the garage as well (a bloody hacksaw with animal blood on it).
I'm really hoping this man is denied parole (at least) until old age.
I have known many people who have made the local news. The big ones are:
15 years ago I was in my apartment watching the news about a local bank robbery. They had a picture, and asked anyone who knew this man to contact FBI. Then, they show a very clear picture of my Brother-in-Law. I became hysterical!! I was so scared I went outside to use a pay phone to call my sister. It was a crazy few weeks after that.
He did get caught, and will be paroled this year. He currently resides in a prison that is also home to the Boston Marathon bomber.
My husbands niece was on t.v. a few weeks ago, as on of MA Most Wanted. She is accused of going into office buildings and taking credit cards, cash, etc. from bags not being watched. At least I heard it was her, the picture is kind of grainy and she has yet to be arrested.
A friend of my sisters was arrested in a very large drug bust here in Boston, that made national news.
I am sure I can probably think of another half dozen, but the three above come to mind.
Back in the '70s when I was little, there was a newly ordained priest in my mom’s parish (St Johns/Holy Angels, Newark, DE) – everyone loved him because he was young, handsome and hip. Popular with the kids, beloved by the little old ladies.
Turns out he also had a taste for the geegees – he may or may not still be in prison for hornswoggling over $350,000 out of the little old ladies as well as swiping from the collection plates. He was sentenced to ten years, but apparently it was to be suspended after one year.
My mother, who is militantly Catholic, was gobsmacked to think that this nice young man (even at 62, he still is, relative to her, as she’s 85 now) could have ever done such a nasty thing. She’s exactly the kind of little old lady who would turn over all her cash to the church if not for my brother keeping a close eye on her – before he started keeping an eye on mum, she’d given her former pastor $5000 for a car (for himself, not for the parish).
I’m sure the bookies at Delaware Park are also grieving as well.
One of my brothers was recently tried and jailed for fraud and I first knew about it by reading the Metro, a Lonndon newspaper quite far from where he lives. My GF texted me and asked if that was my brother.
No link because we share a surname and also I know a little more than the newspapers do, and they made it sound much worse than it really was. I mean, really, if I’d posted it on here with all the details I knew most people on here would have been saying he should have had a low sentence and his wife should have had none, not custodial time anyway. He got sent down for three years, she (with no previous record) got sent down for five and the person they “defrauded” ended up much the worse off for them being sent away.
I stood silently at the school bus stop every morning with the girl who Diane Zamora and her boyfriend killed. (They killed her because she was the boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, and he needed to prove his loyalty to Diane.)
It not only made the news, it was a made-for-TV movie as well.
Weird fact: I happened to miss the bus the day after she was killed, and walked to school. When I got there, I got an extremely eerie feeling and thought to myself “did somebody die?”
There were no clues that would have led me to think this–everything was just as it would have been had nothing happened. (No one was in the lobby or halls, because classes were in session, so it’s not like I picked up on subtle body language cues or anything.)
I explain it as coincidence–how many times do I get the same feeling, and forget all about it because nothing comes about to “substantiate” the feeling?
Another one that’s not so bad that made the news was a friend of mine whose wife (whom none of us like and all of us had called “The Crazy” at one point or another) had an affair with her boss (a city comptroller), helped her boss steal money from the city, and was caught and arrested. They’re not married anymore.
ETA: Oh yes, and when I was living with my mother-in-law, her next door neighbor, who was very friendly and who I had vaguely positive feelings towards, was arrested along with his own father-in-law for, apparently, stealing cattle. They got some crazy number of years for it, like they’re in prison for life now. It was apparently a multi-million dollar crime.
His wife was (and AFAIK still is) dying of cancer.
When I was 18 my then-boyfriend and I knew this gentleman and his then-wife:
The event he was involved in took place many years later and ended up being “Canada’s longest running jury trial.”
I also knew this guy to say hi. I saw him a few weeks before his arrest and he was taking flowers to his grandmother:
I also knew the girlfriend of the cab driver he murdered.
One time Mr. Ross was at our house with some mutual friends. He saw our black cat and said “Hey! You’re black like me!” and petted her. Mr. Vanderheyden and his then-wife visited us a few times also. I used to say that my cat had been petted by not one, but two later convicted murderers.