Monthly Archives: December 2010

Ringing In The New Year With New Reviews

Was 2010 as bad a year for you as it was for me? I hope not, but in case it was, you’ll know how much I’m looking forward to starting over in 2011. Not only have I given my blog a new look, but I’m looking forward to beefing up my blog, with plenty of new reviews in 2011. Rather than just accept opportunities to review anything, I will be talking about things that I’m really interested in, such as bedding and other home goods. I’m sure you all know how much I love laying in my fabulous king bed that has 4 down comfortors on it! (Ok, 2 are down-alternative, you’ve got me.) Having lost 2 jobs in the past 15 months, I’m at home nearly 24/7. Why not write about things that can make my home prettier?

One of my first reviews will be about CSN, which is comprised of over 200 online stores, where you can find everything from modern duvet covers like the one pictured above, to mini muffin pans. If you are planning on making your home more beautiful in 2011, please make sure to come back and read my review of their stores soon!

Was Christopher Busch The Oakland County Child Killer?

I am literally shaking with fear, rage, and horror right now. I suspect you will be, too, after reading this post.

As a child growing up in the ghetto, I was terrorized by the thought that The Oakland County Child Killer aka “The Babysitter” would rape, feed, bathe, kill me and then dump my body at the side of the road. I wasn’t making up that irrational fear–that’s exactly what The Oakland County Child Killer did to each of his victims, Mark Stebbins, Kristine Mihelich, Jill Robinson and Timothy King.

According to Wikipedia, on February 15, 1976, Mark Stebbins left the American Legion Hall, telling his mother he was going home to watch television. Police believe Mark was held captive for four days. His body was later found in a snow bank near an office building on February 19, 1976. Mark was fully clothed; he had been sexually assaulted with an object and strangled. He also had rope marks around his wrists.

Jill Robinson, 12, of Royal Oak, packed a backpack and ran away from her home on Wednesday, December 22, 1976, following an argument with her mother over dinner preparations. The day after her disappearance, her bicycle was found behind a hobby store on Main Street in that city. Her body was found on the morning of December 26, along the side of I-75 Big Beaver Road in Troy. She was killed by a single shotgun blast to the face. She was fully clothed and still wearing her backpack. The body was placed within sight of the Troy police station, once again, laid out neatly in the snow.

Kristine Mihelich, 10, of Berkley, was last seen Sunday, January 2, 1977 at 3:00 p.m. at a 7-Eleven store on Twelve Mile Road at Oakshire in Berkley, purchasing a magazine. A mail carrier spotted her fully clothed body 19 days later on the side of a rural road in Franklin Village. She had been smothered. The body was laid within view of nearby homes, eyes closed and arms folded across the chest, once again in the snow.

Timothy King, 11, borrowed 30 cents from his older sister and left his home in Birmingham, skateboard in hand, to buy candy at a drugstore on nearby Maple Road on Wednesday, March 16, 1977, at about 8:30 p.m. He left the store by the rear entrance, which opened to a parking lot shared with a supermarket, and vanished. In the late evening hours of March 22, 1977, two teenagers in a car spotted his body in a shallow ditch alongside Gill Road, about 300 feet south of Eight Mile Road in Livonia, just across the county line in Wayne County. His prized skateboard was placed next to his body. His clothing had been neatly pressed and washed. He had been suffocated and sexually assaulted with an object. The postmortem showed that Timothy had eaten fried chicken before he was slain, the same meal his mother famously told reporters she hoped to serve him once he came home.

Back to my fears of getting attacked by the killer. I’ve always been afraid of violent people. I’ve been a victim of violence my entire life. I believe my own half-brother could be a serial killer. His father was a sociopath. Throw in a child serial killer on the loose and it’s no wonder I am who I am and I’ve become completely fascinated with all serial killers. Not only was my home life violent, but my neighborhood was a little rough, dark and scary.Someone once tried to kidnap my neighbor on Halloween after the killings of 1976-1977. Heck, some man even tried to kidnap me, when I was at the park around the block from my house, while I was playing on the swings by myself. My mom, ever the vigilant Bipolar, had seen a strange man in a car talking to me through a back window & before I could tell him to get lost, she was chasing him away with her car. It wasn’t an AMC Gremlin, but the whole thing was still pretty scary.

You can’t imagine the horror I felt this morning when I read about Michigan’s most-famous serial killer, who has never been identified … until now–well, sort of.  I’m especially horrified because I have met a parent of one of the victims and I can’t get the look of that person’s sorrow out of my mind. I wonder what they are thinking about this morning. Plus, I even know someone (but know nothing, so don’t even bother asking) who has investigated this very cold case.

Christopher Busch, pictured above, died from a self-inflicted gunshot to the head on Nov. 20, 1978. He was 27 years old.

Was Christopher Busch, convicted pedophile, Oakland County resident and the son of Harold Lee Busch (who worked as the executive financial director in the United States and Europe for General Motors) The Oakland County Child Killer? Attorney Barry King, also the father of Timothy King, believes so and my gut tells me that Christopher Busch did commit these murders, based upon what I’ve read this morning.

The worst part of this story is that the last child to be murdered, King’s son Timothy, age 11, didn’t have to die. Christopher Busch was in custody and released after (my guess) passing a lie detector test. I hope you all know that people can pass them, even when people are lying. I wonder what the former Oakland County Prosecutor (at the time of these murders), L. Brooks Patterson, will be thinking this morning when he reads the latest news about “The Babysitter.” Will Patterson wonder if his own son died young because he couldn’t prevent the death of Timothy King?

The following story was written by Marney Rich Keenan and published by The Detroit News. It is so interesting, rather than recap it, I’m including it in full in this post.

For the last 33 years, Barry King and his family have sought to learn who killed his 11-year-old son in 1977, one of four children who were abducted and murdered in the mid-1970s in Oakland County.

For the past three years, King was convinced that he knew the answer.

And today, following the recent court-ordered release of 3,400 pages of investigative records compiled by the Michigan State Police, King says it is clear to him that Christopher Busch, a pedophile who was convicted four times of rape with a minor, was involved in the killing of Timothy King.

“I am now more convinced than ever,” King said in an interview.

But the Michigan State Police, who head a task force investigation into the crimes, decline comment. They say the investigation is still active.

The documents were released as the result of a Freedom of Information Act lawsuit brought by the King family against the State Police. A judge ordered the agency to release the investigative files. The agency has billed the King family $11,000 for the documents, though the court will ultimately decide what charges, if any, there will be.

The records reveal: Busch had been charged, and later convicted, four times in the first three months of 1977 with criminal sexual conduct with a minor in four counties: Oakland, Montmorency, Genesee and Midland. With each charge, Busch’s father, H. Lee Busch (a prominent General Motors executive) posted cash bonds to free his son. One of his victims said Busch’s mother drove to his Flint neighborhood in a limousine, offering him money if he agreed not to say anything to the police. Busch pleaded to a lesser charge and received probation in each of the four cases.

Other children molested by Busch and his companion Gregory Greene told the Oakland County Child Killings Task Force in 1977 that the two men would drive them around in their cars and would have them “lure kids closer to the car by talking to them.” One victim said he had been choked unconscious while being molested.

This victim also said he recognized photos of Timothy as being the same boy seen with Busch. He said he saw a Polaroid photo of Timothy tied up in Busch’s car.

In an Oakland County Child Killing Task Force interview about his pedophile activity, Busch is said to have listed the locations where he picked up and dropped off boys in the same chronological order that matched the abduction sites of the other three Oakland County children who were killed: Nine Mile and Woodward Avenue in Ferndale (the same location from which Mark Stebbins disappeared), 13 Mile and Woodward in Royal Oak (Jill Robinson was last seen near the Tiny Tim Hobby Center) and the 7-Eleven on 12 Mile in Berkley (where Kristine Mihelich went to purchase a teen magazine). Timothy had not yet been abducted.

On March 16, 1977, Timothy was kidnapped near a Birmingham drugstore and was found six days later alongside a road in Livonia. King said the records are proof that if Busch had been detained by police, his son might be alive today.

Busch questioned, released

Busch lived in Birmingham while the community was being terrorized by the rash of kidnappings and murders of the four children that began in February 1976 and ended with Timothy’s death on March 22, 1977. Each child’s body was clean, fully dressed and tossed by public roadsides. All were found in Oakland County except Timothy, who was found in Wayne County.

In late January 1977, Busch, then 27, was facing a rape charge in Flint and was questioned by Flint and task force investigators about the murder of Mark Stebbins, the first victim in the Oakland County child killings. According to the records, several investigators and then-Deputy Oakland County Prosecutor Dick Thompson thought Busch would be charged with the Stebbins murder, based on his criminal record and responses to investigators. But after a lie detector test was administered by Michigan State Police examiner Ralph Cabot, Busch was released.

Six weeks later, Timothy was abducted and murdered.

Busch committed suicide in November 1978. The State Police records reveal evidence left at the suicide scene that might have linked Busch to the killings was never pursued by law enforcement. The evidence included ropes and ligatures found on the floor of his bedroom closet and a drawing closely resembling first victim Mark Stebbins that hung on his bedroom wall.

“I still think it is possible there was a cover-up,” King said. “I also want to know why it took over 30 years for the Chris Busch lead to be uncovered.”

Michigan State Police Capt. Harold Love said he has no comment on the release of the records, adding: “We continue to work the case and pursue all leads.”

Reports reveal evidence.

Part of the reason King and his children said they are suspicious of the investigation is because the family, not law enforcement, was responsible for bringing the Busch lead to light. Timothy’s mother, Marion, died in 2004.

In 2006, former neighbor Patrick Coffey, a licensed polygrapher, called the Kings with information that Larry Wasser, a Southfield polygrapher, had confided to him that Busch had implicated himself in the child killings during a polygraph exam he conducted more than 30 years ago.

Armed with Busch’s name, Detective Sgt. Cory Williams of the Wayne County Prosecutor’s Office and Detective Sgt. Garry Gray of the Michigan State Police examined the State Police records, conducted their own investigation and uncovered the circumstantial evidence tying him and Greene to the killings.

Other findings in the State Police report: A tip was called into the Montmorency Sheriff’s Department while Busch was at his family cottage on Ess Lake near Hillman. A woman pleaded with police to go to the cottage, saying she had seen Busch — known to her as a pedophile out on bond — in town with minors. The call came on March 19, 1977, during the time Timothy was missing, which was between March 16 and March 22. There was no indication that law enforcement acted on the tip. A former cellmate of Greene’s told detectives Williams and Gray that Greene said “he got away with killing four kids in the past.” Greene died in prison of a heart attack in 1995. He was 45.

In early 2008, Williams enlisted three independent polygraph examiners to re-examine the original polygraphs of Busch and Greene that led to Busch’s release in the Stebbins investigation. Their findings are blocked out in the documents the King family received.

In April 2008, in an interview with the FBI in New York City, Charles Busch, Christopher Busch’s only living sibling, requested that as a condition for supplying his DNA, family members living in Michigan be allowed to enter a “witness protection-type program.” He also said that later in his life, his father, H. Lee Busch, who died at age 90 in 2002, shredded all of the family documents, including birth certificates.

Prosecutor refuses to talk

In light of this evidence, King said he feels some vindication in his pursuit of information but failure in his pursuit of justice. He said he wants to meet with Oakland County Prosecutor Jessica Cooper, but she has refused to talk with him.

“The Michigan Constitution says that crime victims have a right to confer with the prosecutor,” King said.

“I will feel like justice has been served when the Oakland County prosecutor explains to me why Busch is not guilty. I am sick and tired of a four-time convicted sexual pedophile being treated better than my family and the families of Mark Stebbins, Kristine Mihelich and Jill Robinson.”

Cooper responded in an e-mail that she cannot comment because “there is an active, open and ongoing investigation that would be compromised by the release of any information regarding Christopher Busch.”

The King family also filed a Freedom of Information Act lawsuit against the Oakland County prosecutor seeking its Busch-related files. Oakland County Circuit Judge Wendy Potts decided against the Kings, saying the prosecutor’s information on Busch was “sensitive,” and disclosure of the information could interfere with the investigation. However, the judge urged the prosecutor “to communicate as openly and freely as possible with Plaintiffs and other family members of the OCCK victims.”

When asked if he felt the documents were worth $11,000, King replied: “It was Tim’s college money.”

Are you just as chilled to the bone as I am, after reading all of this? I certainly hope so. And I hope that Christopher Busch will someday be identified as The Oakland County Child Killer.

My Must-Reads of 2010

I read a lot of books this year (88, to be exact. Actually, most of them were between January-June) and so many of them were truly wonderful. However, the following books are my favorites–the best of the best for 2010. To make it fair (ok, The Help was the best book of 2010, but there were so many other books on this list that tied for second place) I’m listing my must-reads of 2010 in order of when I read them.

Government Girl

Revolutionary Road

The Help

Remarkable Creatures

I'm Sorry You Feel That Way: The Astonishing but True Story of a Daughter, Sister, Slut, Wife, Mother, andFriend to Man and Dog

The Postmistress

Something Rising (Light and Swift): A Novel

Manhood for Amateurs: The Pleasures and Regrets of a Husband, Father, and Son

Everything Is Wrong with Me: A Memoir of an American Childhood Gone, Well, Wrong

Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang

Juliet, Naked

Imperfect Birds: A Novel

Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World

We Are All Welcome Here

That Old Cape Magic

Confessions of a Rebel Debutante

I'm Down: a memoir

The Secret Lives of People in Love

If You Follow Me

Where's My Wand?: One Boy's Magical Triumph Over Alienation and Shag Carpeting 

Days of Grace: A Novel

My Name Is Memory

It Could Be Worse, You Could Be Me

Ghostbread

Denial: A Memoir of Terror

Confessions of a Prairie Bitch: How I Survived Nellie Oleson and Learned to Love Being Hated

Talking to Girls About Duran Duran: One Young Man's Quest for True Love and a Cooler Haircut

Everything Is Going to Be Great: An Underfunded and Overexposed European Grand Tour

Love Begins in Winter: Stories (P.S.)

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

I’m way too lazy to link to all of my book reviews, so please feel free to find my reviews either on Goodreads or near the bottom of this blog.

Tell me if you agree with any of my choices, or leave me a list of your must-read books.

Book Giveaway and Review of Hidden Wives by Claire Avery

If you love Big Love on HBO, then you’ll really enjoy reading Hidden Wives by Claire Avery. I’m thrilled to announce that 3 lucky winners will receive an autographed copy of this book–and the best part is, you don’t have to live in America to enter the book giveaway, as my giveaway is open to international residents! Written by two sisters who were raised in a fundamentalist midwestern Catholic community, Hidden Wives captures the perfect blend of fear, confusion, blind faith and twisted love of polygamist cult members in the great state of where else–Utah.

Sara and her sister beautiful Rachel are teenagers who are on the fast-track to marriage to much older men. Unfortunately, Sara will be forced to become her uncle’s fifth wife in their community, Blood of the Lamb. Rachel is promised to a distinguished man in the community, despite the fact that she’s in love with a different and much-younger man. As you can imagine, their tale is a frightening one, yet a tale that is so sad and true for so many young girls in our country. While this book is a work of fiction, it reads as if it could be a memoir, and the author’s experience and understanding of fundamentalism definitely makes you wonder did this story actually happen to them. (The answer is no, and trust me, I did ask, because I just can’t help myself!)

Hidden Wives is not only a story of abuse and neglect, but more importantly, it is a story of survival, albeit one you may never have read about before. I love nothing more than finding out if a character (or characters) in a book I grow to love can handle the trauma and horror and overcome what life has dealt them. I won’t spoil the end to this book here–but believe me when I tell you that you will keep turning the pages to find out if Sara and Rachel marry the men their Prophet intended them to marry or not.

My fascination with Mormons (and later, polygamists) began as a child, but really blossomed when I had my “lost year” in Vegas and I’d wait on large groups of women and children with just one man in sight at the pool. I wondered where all the other dads were, and why this guy got stuck paying the cabana bills for everyone. When my friend told me her Mormon boyfriend wore special beaded underwear, I was in a mild shock. What was going on here? Back in Michigan, Mormons just came door-to-door a few times in my lifetime, but in Vegas, they were everywhere, and you could tell, they were different, not at all what I was used to. I visited Salt Lake City back in 2003, and had lunch at the Hard Rock. My friend and I were the only two people in the entire restaurant, which was filled with Donnie & Marie and The Osmund’s memorbelia. It was really the oddest experience I had during that entire roadtrip. The stories those waitresses told … oh, my! I can’t help but wonder why any woman would want to share their man with another woman, let alone many, many other woman.

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Misery Loves Company: Happy Dysfunctional Holidays!

Ah yes, it’s the most wonderful time of year … for pessimists like me. Not only do we get attacked by a bunch of a-holes wishing us “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays” every time we buy a stick of gum from November 1 until tomorrow, but we are reminded of our slightly to terribly funny yet unforgettably dysfunctional childhoods, and how we never had one truly Merry Christmas, unless you count the time you had the flu, puked up your dinner of pizza rolls, then watched your cats fight each other to eat up your puke, and you were blissfully happy because you didn’t have to clean it up yourself.

 

I know not everyone remembers the Merry Christmas when they broke their stepfather’s ankle by slamming the car door on him, but I do. How dare someone show up after blowing off their child for 9 months, then start beating and harassing the rest of the family? My nutty mom wasn’t going to kick him out, so I literally threw his ass out of my house and into his car, even though he was nearly a foot taller than me. Ok, sure, my mother stunned him when she ripped off the stove-top and hit him in the head, but I managed to get him out of there! I can’t get the visions of starving, or the visions of mice coming into my bed, into the bathtub, even into cereal bowls, let alone the screaming and the fighting and the violence out of my head, and I’m TIRED of pretending I’m happy during the months of November or December. I will never be happy during those months and I don’t want to be guilty for it, either. Trust me, if your own mother timed her semi-fake “near-suicide” Bipolar depression on your 40th birthday, which was a week before Christmas, and then had relatives call you daily to rush to her aid, all the while pretending she was pretending that she had never so much as even took an anti-depressant, let alone had a serious mental illness that she’s never gotten treatment for, you’d be pretty near to the dark place I’m at today as well. Well, you have to remember that I also just lost my second job in 14 months, I have 3 new stupid diseases, I have a terrible case of P.T.S.D. due to a lifetime of various types of abuse and I just found out my dad died 4 months ago and no one bothered to tell me. I think I’ve earned the right to be a little negative today.

So, to celebrate the fact that there are plenty of lonely or miserable souls out there who aren’t happy for the next 24 hours due to dearly departed loved ones, bad childhoods, domestic violence, job loss or job stress, problems at home, at work, or just in life in general, relationship troubles of any kind, or even chronic, life-threatening, or even terminal health conditions, please know that I am with you in that deep end of the ocean. Feel free to leave your story and know that you are not alone on the hardest time of the year! You may have to be all fake happy in real life, but online, you are allowed to be your secret, miserable bastard self, because that is what the internet is for.

 Merry Ghetto Christmas!!!