Today’s NY Post headline, raising eyebrows on the subway (and the El, and the speakeasies): I KILLED JUDGE CRATER! Vanish Mystery ‘Solved’ I’m disappointed that the words “fiend” and “slain” weren’t used, it being the Post . . . But the story was better than I was expecting:
Funny, what with Judge Crater having been mentioned offhand in at least one thread this week . . .
Cool!
Judge Crater is a woman? Named Joseph?
I could swear his name was Carter … but either way, that’s pretty cool!
Did they ever dig up the end zone at Giants Stadium to see if Jimmy Hoffa was there?
The her is the “recently deceased Queens woman”, not her, as in Judge Crater’s husband.
Or have I been whoosed?
You’re expecting any familiarity with correct grammar from the NY Post? I like the part where you can’t tell if Crater was killed with or by the “city cop and his brother.”
Now if they could just crack the William Desmond Taylor case . . .
Maybe next week, they’ll find D.B. Cooper, too.
I’ll bet it’ll turn out that Judge Crater (who had been known as Little Charley Ross as a child) killed the Black Dahlia because she found out he was behind the William Desmond Taylor and Dot King murders . . .
<insert Jimmy Hoffa joke here> 
The mythbuster guys got permission to take ground penetrating radar into Giants Stadium.
First they buried a dead pig in concrete and let it rot for months. This gave them a benchmark of what the cavity would look like from a dead body.
They didn’t find anything at the stadium.
I could swear I saw on TV that the place Jimmy Hoffa had been killed had been found. It was someone’s house. They found the bloodstains and everything. The guy who did it admitted it. Am I losing my mind or does anyone else remember this??
And did Crater have an alibi for where he was when all those women were killed in Whitechapel?
It was written up in the Detroit Free Press recently. There was a deathbed confession from the supposed trigger-man: a union member/enforcer who was friendly with Hoffa but claimed the mob had forced him to do it. There were blood stains found in the house, but they were so old that nothing could be determined from them. Not terribly conclusive, but then what reason would the fellow have to lie?
“I’ve got a law enforcement agent and his sibling, and I’m not afraid to use them! I want a helicopter and a buck sixty five in unmarked bills!”
So he’d go down in history as “The man who murdered Jimmy Hoffa?” I can see someone about to die who’d never accomplished anything particularly noteworthy doing that right at the end, especially since he’ll be safe from any legal repurcussions, what with being dead and all.
Why thank you, Genghis Bob - I knew I was remembering SOMETHING.
In completely unrelated news, we’ve started calling one of the regulars at our “neighborhood bar” D.B. - as in Cooper. He finds this amusing as all get out. Then again he’s like 127 years old, so, there ya go!
So then I guess he isn’t going to call his office.
If only he’d been a pubescent blonde girl, the case would’ve been solved in twenty minutes.
Not according to Dot King, the Natalee Holloway of 1923!
Nah, they wouldn’t have found him any sooner. We’d just have been reading about him on the front page of the paper every day for the last seventy years.
Incidentally: has anyone checked CNN’s offices or Rupert Murdoch’s basement for Natalee Holloway? They always say to follow the money in this sort of case…
Nah, they found her. Now Helen Brock, she’s still missing.
Though current thinking involves a blast oven at a steel mill. Melts in Your Molten Steel, Not in Your Hand!
:smack: Brach. Brach. Brach.
Candy joke makes no sense otherwise.