fucked up

May 27, 2006 18:59

Today my mom and I drove out to Eklutna Lake. I'm sure you're all familiar with Rochelle's Ice Cream Stop and Cheely's General Store, located right off Eklutna road on the way to the water. My mom started telling me the story of the Cheely's encouragable son, and how the paper had published an article detailing his various crimes and accusing his parents of enabling his delinquincy.   I'm not sure if any of you heard about what happened with the Cheely kid years ago, but it made national news, and I had never known anything about it.

My mom said some years back, Cheely and a couple of his friends were driving down Muldoon when thier car was cut off by a red sports car. Cheely instructed his friend, who was riding shotgun and carrying a rifle, to shoot out the back window of the car. His friend took aim and shot, but accidently blew the passenger of the sports car's head off. The driver of the sports car (understandably) flipped shit, pulled into the parking lot of KFC, and called the cops (and ordered a #2). For awhile the police couldn't find who had done it.

However the other passenger in Cheely's car was slightly less fucked up than his friends in the front seat, and felt horrible about what had happened. He confided in one of his co-workers, a waitress at JD's BBQ, (coincidently, the woman was a member of our church) and she told him to call the police. The kid did indeed call the cops, and Cheely went to prison. While inside, Cheely made arrangments with an outside friend of his to make and send a bomb through the mail to the witness's house. It arrived to the witness's father, who called his son (whom he had placed in military school) about the package. His son didn't know anything about it, so he said it could be opened. As soon as the father opened the box, the bomb went off and killed him instantly. His wife (the witness's stepmother) who had been in the same room when the package was opened, was blinded, disfigured, and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Mark Grenier (Kristen and Kari's dad, who investigates mail crimes and ALSO went to our church) inspected the whole case.

And that was pretty much it. I just thought it was crazy and tragic and I can't understand how some people can be so entirely awful - like that axe murderder. Come to think of it, a member of our church had been co-workers with the victim of the axe guy too, and our pastor had been friends with that psycho who stabbed those kids at the playground a while ago. It's so strange that our church has probobly averaged about 20 congregants during any given year, yet four of them have been somehow connected to the most infamous crimes/people in our area. Anyway, that's it. Had anyone ever heard about this before? It must have happened 10 or 15 years ago.
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