This is exactly right. One to three close the best one, yeah, that's the best one. Yes. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder, the Minnesota.

Yeah, the short one. Yeah. Let's do this. Let's do the little one first. This is the quick this is the quick hit to hold you over. That's right. How's your today's quarantine going. Fine.

Oh, I went laid in the sun a little bit. Man, that felt good. Yeah. Try it. OK, well stick now with me right now, 15 minutes.

I come back and I'm covered in blisters. Thanks a lot. I'm sunstroke.

My first email, the subject line is hometown in quotes having the word have like half a house but with a V, so it's very difficult to pronounce.

It is. But you didn't use your Dutch. Thanks. OK, salutations. Nice guy. This is fucking a spider. Wrote this to us.

Charlie, I love you.

So you do a relative spoiler alert a relatively new listener here. I had to listen to your episodes in order. I was introduced to your podcast by my brother and I'm obsessed with it. Thanks for the laughs in on my morning commute and giving me something other than excruciating traffic to think about.

But anymore. But you miss that fucking traffic, don't you?

See, this is the way life teaches us.

So we're given this.

OK, says for this ironically here, it says, for the sake of brevity, I'll get down to it. I grew up in a small mountain community in Northern California where my father was the fire captain at the local fire station. As a kid. He'd come home after a shift and tell us about some of his experiences, mostly meant to teach us valuable life lessons.

That sound familiar? Yeah, I mean, that's all it is, lesson after lesson. But here it says kids skateboarding accidents always wear a helmet. House fires don't leave a candle burning. My dad was obsessed with that one. Don't leave a candle burning and make sure you turn off the stove. Dash, dash. You get the idea. I'll lecture a side. Believe me when I say that he saw some shit in his 32 year career. Of course he did.

But one particular story takes the cake and will forever be burned into my memory. The highway that runs through our mountain community is pretty treacherous, especially in the winter months. Some say it's one of the most dangerous in the world, claiming lives on a regular basis. I wonder if they live in Calistoga, because there's a couple of those mountain communities up there that are it's crazy. It's truly on the mountain like windy and terrifying hairpin turns and stuff.

Yeah. And just forced on either side. And I'm sure scary parentheses. You can imagine my dad's life lessons when it came to driving one rainy evening, a man in a small sedan was driving behind a flatbed truck towing a tractor when one of the chain's securing the tractor came loose.

The tractor rolled off the flatbed and onto the sedan behind it, severing the car and the driver in half, I think upper body in the back seat, lower body jammed the steering wheel after determining that the driver, a man in his mid thirties, was most definitely deceased and no longer in need of medical attention.

My dad proceeded to search for some identification. He opened the glove box in the hopes of finding the man's registration or other documents when he found a loaded handgun and a handwritten note hoping the note would give the clue to the man's identity, he began to read it.

The note, addressed to the parents of the driver's girlfriend and the driver, proceeded to explain all of the reasons why he had murdered their daughter. My dad and his crew were eventually able to identify the man. After his shift, my dad recounted the story to my mom. And as it turns out, here's the kicker. Like this story needs a kicker.

Yeah, my mom grew up with the guy and was friends with his sister. She described him as someone that was, quote, not really friendly and not a jerk, just kind of there, end quote. Needless to say, if it weren't for the tractor and perhaps the death highway, the girlfriend would have been murdered. Stay sexy, make sure items are secured before driving away. And don't murder your girlfriend. Just break up with her like a normal person be.

So he was on his way to kill the girlfriend. He hadn't just killed the girlfriend, correct?

Well, yes. It seems like they would have mentioned. Yeah. Who he was on his way. That I mean, amazing if true.

A great story, if not that sound that has that reeks of legendary hometown style stuff.

But please don't tell us if it's I feel like those are my friend's dad knew another dad who all know each other during that.

OK, daddy's sleeping on my stories, so let me grab him. OK, sorry. She looks really pissed off.

OK, he has a right to be a bad sister. She. She has it really hard. It's really she's quarantining her whole fucking life. Now, I know all indoor cats now. Every last one of us really are. So you don't like it? Let your cat out.

OK, this one's called that one time a guy chopped up his wife on my parents' wedding day. Oh, how long am I. This is weird. Hello to my two favorite vintage dress connoisseurs. I don't think I've seen you in a vintage dress. I don't hog vintage dress area.

I was there when you were fucking seven talking about Sesame Street and shit.

I was in the vintage stores. You are scrubbing through.

Sorry, scouring the word sketch. Thank you. Skowron. You are. You're right. So that our stripping myself scabies. That's right.

I crawled so you could run those. I just don't have the energy anymore. I really, I have in mind I was more grandma. You were more like perfect astronaut's wife sixties. Yeah I was much more grandma drag.

I loved a really dowdy, you know, one of those fifties dresses that was like brown and black plaid.

Your name would have been able to. Yes. Fully. And then orthopedic shoe.

That was my thing. Yeah. So cute. Thank you. So cute. OK, thanks. Thanks so much. OK, this story comes from my mom's hometown.

I've always been a murderer. You know, at heart I would secretly switch the TV show Investigation Discovery when my parents left the room, but my mom doesn't share the same passion for true crime that I do, probably because her and my dad are both therapists and here enough crazy stories at work. So when my mom was recounting her wedding day and mentioned that her priest couldn't come to her wedding reception because he was comforting a local family after a horrible tragedy, I was immediately hooked.

It took a little bit of prying to get the full scoop out of her. But it turns out that this story revolves around a local, well loved man who owned a family taco shop. Now, the same weekend, my mom and dad were prepping for their lovely wedding. This man all caps chopped up his wife and cooked her at their taco shop. Oh, no. Yep.

It says no. Yep. He hit her over the head with a metal bar, dismembered her body and then cooked her cooked up her remains at their restaurant. If there's anything remotely funny about this story, it would be that during my mom's otherwise lovely wedding video, you can hear my aunt, who is much more of a martarano than my mom, loudly and graphically discussing how they found the man's wife's head in a box. Oh, my God. Huh?

I was so pissed. The bride was so pissed. So I was just thinking about that. No, it's fine now. It's of course we have to talk about it.

She's like livid.

Many attest to the fact that the man and his wife had a seemingly happy marriage before the incident, making it all the more shocking to locals. Apparently he saw I'm not saying the guy's name is in this, but I'm not saying it. So the man apparently saw his wife as a demon at the time of the incident. Many doctors and sheriffs blamed this, quote, marijuana on marijuana induced psychosis. Yeah. And then she says to me that explanation sounds like some war on drugs era bullshit.

My mom and many others that knew him attribute his violent behavior to his recent brain surgery to remove a blood clot. Oh, that's a that's a plot of law and order. That's right.

Dun dun dun. Yeah. They believe he never fully recovered from the surgery and was never quite the same after. Either way, it's a tragic story and probably put a slight damper on my parents wedding day. However, my grandmother was much more worried about John F. Kennedy Jr., whose plane went missing that day. This was definitely a very bad day for a wedding. Whew. Sorry for that heaviness. On the bright side, my parents still remember their wedding fondly and have been happily married for almost twenty one years, like I mentioned.

Yeah, they're both therapists and are completing as many Skype and phone calls as they can during this international pandemic to make sure their clients still have access to the help they need. This is a gentle reminder to listeners that caring for your mental health is more important than ever right now. Oh, stay sexy and try not to schedule your wedding on the same day as a horrific local tragedy. Aaron from Michigan.

Oh, yeah, horrifying. But it almost feels like since the parents are still married, which is actually the odds are against you. So that's great news. It's like all the bad luck. It's not luck, but all the bad vibes went somewhere else. And they got a good point. I mean, that's a that's an odd stance to take. It's almost like being a spiritualist or something.

Right. Or that you're like wait for bad things to happen before you do anything good. Wait for a bed magnet to come. And I don't even know what the point is. I hope other people have tragedy befall them before you have any joy.

Yeah, that's a very revealing about really. I am OK, let's see. This just says hometown story. Hey, lovelies, let's skip all the blah, blah, blah. I love you guys stuff for now and get to it. Love it to. My mom and I were cooking dinner one night and listening to a podcast and they were covering Richard Ramirez out of nowhere. My mom just calmly says, Did you know your grandma was almost his 15th victim?

Immediately I just stopped everything and screamed, What do you say? Wait, are you serious? And she said, Yep. And she was 15 and had and he had come up behind her and her friends grabbed her and apparently had a knife in his hand.

She ended up punching him in the balls and he let her go. So that was in quotes I call my grandma and she confirmed that this was true. Before I could even finish saying his name to ask her if it was true, she cut me off gasping and went on with the story. She said her and her friends were walking home one day and out of nowhere she was grabbed from the back and he had a knife held to her and she yelled her friends to run and get help.

My grandma fought as hard as she could until eventually she just punched that.

After that, she said she felt like passing out, but she knew that she had to keep running for help. Eventually, she got to her family and friends she was walking with and they tried to chase him down, but they couldn't catch him. A few days later, she saw him on the news and she saw that they caught him. I'm so thankful my grandma was able to get out of that alive. And she even said she's glad he died back in 2013 when she heard about his death because, quote, that's what he gets for everything he did.

Yeah. Thanks for all the laughs and smiles you give me. You've helped me through some tough times. Give Elvis a cookie. And Pat Stevens must be DGM jewels. Jewels. Wow.

First hand and grandma. Oh, my God.

Also, how young is jewels that her grandmother was fifteen when Richard this is a baby writing a survey knows you're too young to go to bed, but we thank you for getting us that good stuff.

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All right, I'm not going to say the name hi, Kay, G.S. Pets, it's case you got it. Mm hmm. I sent this once before, but let me be honest, I'm quarantine and have nothing better to do but spam my favorite podcasters. Here we go. My father was in graduate school in Rochester, New York, during the Vietnam War. While he was there, there was an attack on the nearby Army draft offices. No one was hurt, but draft registry files were destroyed and the attackers just generally ransacked the place.

One of the files that happened to be destroyed was my uncles, who avoided the draft because he was a practicing Buddhist and a conscientious objector. The whole incident was called the Flower City Conspiracy and officially dubbed a terrorist attack. Years later, my dad was catching up with an old friend from grad school who casually asked whatever happened with that FBI investigation? My dad had no idea what he meant, but his friend explained that back in school, the FBI had approached people in their friend circle and interviewed them about my dad and his possible connection to the attack since his brother's file was destroyed and he was just generally known to be a draft dodging hippie.

He was basically on the short list of people who might be involved, the Freedom of Information Act, that my dad could request any old documents about him. So he decided to head to the FBI's offices and find out what their old investigation turned up. The secretary at the office told him that they could release the files, but there was a five cent charge per page per copies thinking this was fine. He agreed only to be told that the total would be almost a thousand dollars.

Turns out they had amassed thousands and thousands of pages on him during that time where he went, what he did, ladies, he had over to his apartment, etc.. The FBI secretary offered him a condensed version with just the highlights. I guess Sparke notes on dossiers are a common practice, which is what he ended up getting. My dad said he might have done a lot fewer drugs if he knew there was a man in a black car outside watching Jesus.

But the investigation never came up with any real connection to the Flower City conspiracy, and they never brought any charges against him. How much what about he did it?

No way to stop it. That's it. Stay sexy and don't get murdered and live a life. The FBI could write ten thousand pages on terror. That's a good point. That's also, wouldn't you kill to read it day by day diary of what you did like? First of all, so boring, but for my narcissism piece would be so satisfying to be like. And then I took the bus to the Gap.

Yeah, she looked contemplative that day and she smoked 30 cigarettes and she wore a grant. She's dressed like a grandma. She wore a shawl and a bonnet.

It's very odd the barrettes in her hair didn't make sense because she didn't need them, but they seemed more decorative than she kept trying to give children.

Candy, that's kind of the most embarrassing part of that era of the nineties was was barrettes. No one actually needed just two barrettes it. A lot of baby behavior.

OK, this is this one is quite something like this behavior. Why isn't this a real episode? We could call it baby, you know, so the subject line is celebrity chefs, Lamborghini stolen with a side of attempted murder. Hi, best friends. Let's get into it. I'm from Marin County and in high school in 2009, I was running with the wrong crowd.

What? What an epic beginning. Great job. One day I was hanging with my friend and he casually told me that our mutual friend was planning to steal a car from a famous chef in San Francisco. The mutual the mutual friend was older than me.

He was like sixteen at the time, and he didn't strike me as the James Bond Grand Theft Auto type. So even though I was a young murderer, you know, I still really didn't give a shit. Some months later, my friend shows me an article with the headline like Guy Fearis Lamborghini is Stolen from a dealership in San Francisco.

No, I just want to let that sink in for a moment.

Our mutual friend stole Guy Fearis Lamborghini, Mr. Flavor Town himself. He rappelled off the roof in the middle of the night, impersonated a worker, drove that shit off the lot and Joy rode it over the Golden Gate Bridge.

He deserves it. No charges pressed for real. You get your get it. You get away, clean it. Listen to this.

The thing was bright freakin yellow, and he was literally sixteen years old. I honestly couldn't even drive at 16. So I was like, holy shit, this is also epic because those cars are it's well known that they're impossible to drive there.

Are they so hard to drive.

Yeah, because they're it's just like a crazy racing machine. Oh it's so badass. I love this guy. They hadn't found the car yet and they didn't have a suspect in mind. I was like, there's no way I can get involved in this. But I want but I know more than the cops about this crazy heist. After a few months without running into him, though, I once again started minding my own business. The bummer for him was that he was actually.

Kind of a huge asshole sociopath, and instead of being the coolest 16 year old ever, he caused a massive scene trying to kill his ex-girlfriend by shooting at her from his motorcycle outside the two a.m. club in Mill Valley, where nothing like this has literally ever happened. So the police tracked his motorcycle back to a storage unit and then, boom, there's the bright yellow Lambo, along with a ton of shit like fake IDs, drugs and guns. I'm sorry, he is the coolest 16 year old.

Imagine what his parents are going through. Oh, imagine the leather jacket that guy wears when they get in leather, which is the beacon. So cool. When they caught him, Guy Feary actually had to testify against him in court and mirin. And I can't help but giggle when I think about it. Anyways, the kid got sent to jail for attempted murder and is sitting across the bay in San Quentin as we speak. He's still an icon regardless of his murderous fakery.

But it's a bummer he had to ruin it by being an asshole. Thanks for reading this, and I hope the facts are accurate because in true MFM form, I did my best.

I don't care if they're acting weird where we don't want the truth.

True stuff. We can't be true. And then it's. But hey, that's why I'm sending this to y'all and not NPR or something anyway. Stay sexy and don't fuck with flavor town Zywiec. So see. Oh my God. I was so good that fucking legendary.

I had everything. We need everything and more. Thank you. See. Great job.

Weirdly, mine has Alcatraz in it too.

My last one, this is called Quinten. Same thing.

Oh or similar or similar. This one's about Alcatraz. Same bay. Same. Hello MFM crew. I just finished listening to Episode 214 where Georgia went over the hilariously crafty story of the escape from Alcatraz. I want to share a very cool story about my bad ass native uncle. This is not necessarily a murder story. That is, unless you count the murder of my native people and culture for centuries. Yeah, yeah. Anyhow, we do carry that one hundred percent that says all caps.

Anyhow, my uncle is John Trudel. You may or may not have heard of him, but he was the fearless leader of the American Indian Movement in the 1970s. He was also part of the Alcatraz takeover by natives from all tribes, which lasted from November 20th, 1969 to June 11, 1971. This was an occupation to protest federal laws which contradicted land treaties with tribes and aim to destroy American Indian culture. My uncle wasn't having it. I remember hearing about this for sure.

Oh yeah, yeah. This is really famous. We learn they fight Alcatraz. Yeah, I think they talk about it on the Alcatraz tour. Right. Yeah. My uncle wasn't having it. So natives from all tribes joined in on the movement, breaking in quote, and occupying Alcatraz in a protest that was a first of its kind and a huge success for native people. The occupation of Alcatraz was successful by allowing natives to finally have a voice in their mistreatment in North America and allowed them to expose issues and the way the government treats native people.

And then a very f the police moment, am I right?

My uncle's role in the protests was to run Radio Free Alcatraz. He voiced the anger, sadness, concerns and celebrations of many native people and truly became a sounding board to let the world know who these people were from a cellblock in a notorious abandoned prison. Yeah, the movement was eventually forced to shut down, but the great work our native people did their shows how passionate we are about culture and how we never back down. My uncle went on to lead the I am American Indian movement and pissed the government off for many years.

He created spoken word music, starred, starred in movies and even dated Angelina Jolie's mom. Well, and it says yes, if all the amazing things he did, that was my favorite and most exciting claim to fame in fifth grade. Now, at twenty eight years old, I truly see the inspiration he was to so many. I'm so proud of my bad ass family, my bad ass last name and my history. My uncle left on his journey a few years ago, but his memory lives on in many people and with memorials my cousin organizes annually.

Stay sexy and never stop pissing off authority. Rose Wow.

Beautiful. That was amazing. Rose Hell yes. To your uncle in that movement. That was so cool. Incredible. Yeah.

And it is I could be wrong about the so it being a part of the tour. I just remember if it wasn't on the Alcatraz tour, then they taught it in our schools.

Maybe because just I live so close by but I think well I did go on the Alcatraz tour when I was like seven, so that could be where I heard about it. But I do think that we they taught that in schools here in California. Yeah. Yeah. Amazing.

So I think that's it. I think we've done it. What do we do now? We say goodbye. Oh right.

Send us your stories. Tell us what's going on in your lives right now. Is there any, like, quarantine foibles that you have? Or whatever, know any mix ups or any meat cuts, and you can't make you, sir, your front window, that can't actually they can't really take place.

It's not an option, is there? It's a look cute. Oh, it's a stare down. It's its stare porn. That's the reason I love the movie Twilight so much as my friend was like, how could you like that movie? And I was like, it was like 15 year old stare porn. Who doesn't love a good stare across a chemistry class? A good moment. Come on.

It's like he's looking right at me, looking at me the best.

So, yeah, if you if my recommendation is watch the movie Twilight.

Yeah. If you can tell us what tell us what online dating is like right now. I'm so curious. It's got to suck a lot of back and forth, a lot of chit chat.

You have to like get to know people probably are just like, hey, let's talk about the weather. It must be a very dull. Yeah. Hersholt imagine unless.

Thanks for listening guys. Yeah.

And stay sexy and don't get murdered by Elvis.

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