« April 16, 2008 | Main | April 18, 2008 »

April 17, 2008

Naming the Dead — The search for John, Jane and Baby Doe


Helen O'Neill's Associated Press story explored the sometimes obsessive quest by a legion of volunteers for the true identities of the unnamed dead — individuals whose bodies have never been identified.

The article follows.

    Amateur Sleuths Restore Identity to the Dead

    Doe Network tracks down the deceased to give them a name

    Four days a week Todd Matthews earns $11.50 an hour working for an automotive parts supplier. He punches in at 4:15 a.m., punches out nearly 11 hours later, then drives half a mile to his little beige house on a hill where, in the distance, he can glimpse the Smoky Mountains.

    He spends the next seven to eight hours at his desk, beneath shelves lined with miniature plastic skulls, immersed in a very different world.

    Their faces seem to float from his computer — morgue photographs, artist sketches, forensic reconstructions — thousands of dead eyes staring from endless Web sites as though crying out for recognition. John and Jane and Baby "Does" whose nameless bodies have never been identified.

    His wife, Lori, complains that Matthews spends more time with the dead than he does with the living, including his two sons, Dillan, 16, and Devin, 6.

    You need a hobby, she says, or a goal.

    I have a goal, he replies, though he describes it as a "calling."

    He wants to give "Does" back their names.

    His obsession began two decades ago, when Lori told him about the unidentified young woman wrapped in canvas whose body her father had stumbled on in Georgetown, Ky., in 1968. She had reddish brown hair and a gap-toothed smile. And no one knew her name.

    So locals blessed her with one. They buried her under an apple tree with a pink granite tombstone engraved with the words "Tent Girl."

    At 37, Matthews is a sensitive soul who has always felt an affinity for the dead, perhaps because two of his siblings died just after birth. Matthews still chokes up when he visits the graves of Gregory Kenneth and Sue Ann. But at least he knows where they are buried.

    Tent Girl haunted him. Who were her siblings? What was her name?

    Matthews began searching library records and police reports, not even sure what he was seeking. He scraped together the money to buy a computer. He started scouring message boards on the nascent Internet.

    In the process, Matthews discovered something extraordinary. All over the country, people just like him were gingerly tapping into the new technology, creating a movement — a network of amateur sleuths as curious and impassioned as Matthews.

    Today the Doe Network has volunteers and chapters in every state. Bank managers and waitresses, factory workers and farmers, computer technicians and grandmothers, all believing that with enough time and effort, modern technology can solve the mysteries of the missing dead.

    Increasingly, they are succeeding.

    The unnamed dead are everywhere — buried in unmarked graves, tagged in county morgues, dumped in rivers and under bridges, interred in potter's fields and all manner of makeshift tombs. There are more than 40,000 unnamed bodies in the United States, according to national law-enforcement reports, and about 100,000 people formally listed as missing.

    The premise of the Doe Network is simple. If the correct information - dental records, DNA, police reports, photographs — is properly entered into the right databases, many of the unidentified can be matched with the missing. Law-enforcement agencies and medical examiners offices simply don't have the time or manpower. Using the Internet and other tools, volunteers can do the job.

    And so, in the suburbs of Chicago, bank executive Barbara Lamacki spends her nights searching for clues that might identify toddler Johnny "Dupage" Doe, whose body was wrapped in a blue laundry bag and dumped in the woods of rural Dupage County, Ill., in 2005.

    In Kettering, Ohio, Rocky Wells, a 47-year-old manager of a package delivery company, scoots his teenage daughters from the living room computer and scours the Internet for anything that might crack the case of the red-haired Jane Doe found strangled near Route 55 in 1981. "Buckskin Girl," she was called, because of the cowboy-style suede jacket she was wearing when she was found.

    And in Penn Hills, Pa., Nancy Monahan, 54, who creates floor displays for a discount chain, says her "real job" begins in the evening when she returns to her creaky yellow house and her black cat, Maxine, turns on her computer and starts sleuthing.

    Monahan's cases include that of "Beth Doe", a young pregnant woman strangled, shot and dismembered, her remains stuffed into three suitcases and flung off a bridge along Interstate 80 near White Haven in December 1976. And "Homestead Doe," whose mummified body was found in an abandoned railroad tunnel in Pittsburgh in 2000. Her toenails were painted silver.

    Monahan was so moved that last year she sought out the tunnel, climbed down the embankment and offered a silent prayer for the young woman whose life ended in such a pitiful place.

    "It's like they become family," Monahan says. "You feel a responsibility to bring them home."

    The stories of Doe Network members are as individual as the cases they are trying to solve. Bobby Lingoes got involved through his connection with law enforcement — he's a civilian dispatcher with the Quincy, Mass., police department. Traycie Sherwood of Richmond, Mo., joined when her adoptive mother died and she went online searching for her birth mother. Daphne Owings, a 45-year-old mother of two in Mount Pleasant, S.C., needed something to take her mind off the war when her husband was sent to Iraq. Carol Ceiliki of Whitehall, Pa., was searching for her ex-husband.

    And Laura Allen Hood of Fort Smith, Ark., was searching for her brother.

    For years, Hood refused to speak about Tony, who vanished without a trace in 1978 while visiting friends in Oklahoma. He was 16, two years older than his sister. Her parents tried to shelter the family from the pain, tried to make life for his siblings as normal as possible. But, she says, "it never leaves your mind."

    Hood describes years of false sightings and false hope — stalking someone in a car because he looked like Tony, picking up hitchhikers who bore a resemblance, her mother wrapping a Christmas present year after year for the son who never came home.

    It wasn't until 2004, when Hood's own son became a teenager that she decided to find her brother once and for all. Trolling the Internet she discovered the Doe Network. Sifting through its vast indexes, she found new reason to hope.

    For the first time in her life, Hood e-mailed a stranger — Matthews in Tennessee: "Can you help me find my brother?" she pleaded.

    Matthews responded with a series of questions. Was the case filed as missing with the National Crime Information Center, an FBI clearinghouse? Did she have dental records or relevant medical information? Had the family submitted DNA to law enforcement?

    Finally, Matthews asked for a photograph of Hood's brother, which he forwarded to one of the professional forensic artists who donate time to the network.

    Nothing prepared Hood for the black-and-white image that filled her computer screen a few weeks later. Gone was the long hair and devil-may-care grin. Smiling, ghost-like, but yet so very real - the artist's depiction of a middle-aged Tony.

    Hood stared at the image, her mind racing. Was he alive? Dead? Did she really want to know?

    Four years later, Tony Allen has still not been found. There have been a number of false matches, though, and each narrows the search. Hood says she feels a new sense of certainty that someday, someone will click on a mouse and find a connection.

    Matches can be triggered by a single detail — a tattoo, a piece of clothing, a broken bone. It's just a question of the right person spotting the right piece of information and piecing together the puzzle. The process can be tedious and frustrating; months or even years of endless late-night clicking on a dizzying array of sites can often lead nowhere.

    And it can take its toll. Lori Matthews once left her husband for six months because of his obsession with Tent Girl. "He didn't talk about anything else," she said. "It wasn't normal."

    They reconciled after Matthews agreed to limit the amount of time — and money — he spent on "Does."

    Still, Matthews and others say the rewards of cracking a case make the time worthwhile. The Doe Network claims to have assisted in solving more than 40 cases and ruling out hundreds more.

    Successes are not entirely joyous, says Kylen Johnson, a 38-year-old computer technician from Clarksburg, Md. "On the one hand, you are giving families the information they have been searching for. On the other, you are extinguishing all hope that their missing loved one will be found alive."

    Johnson tells of a Kentucky woman who had been searching for her ex-husband for 18 years. The woman described a tattoo on his shoulder - the initials RGJ. Johnson, with other Doe volunteers, was able to track down a John Doe with identical markings in Vermont.

    Johnson still marvels at how grateful the woman was at the other end of the phone. And at how strange it felt, that someone would thank her for finding out their husband had been murdered.

    "Nothing you find can be any worse than something that has already gone through your mind," says Mary Weir of Palmer, Alaska, describing the sickening moment when she spotted an artist's rendition of her 18-year-old daughter's face on the Network.

    Samantha Bonnell had been missing for 19 months. She was killed while running across a California highway in 2005, and buried in an unmarked grave — Jane Doe 17-05.

    "Her name wasn't Jane Doe," Weir said, her words punctuated by sobs.

    "She was Samantha, my Samantha and she had curly red hair and green eyes and freckles on her face. And she was a real person and she was loved. She wasn't just a number. She was funny and maddening and she wrote her first resume at 10 — for a baby-sitting job! And she read Shakespeare for fun. And she was just bigger and brighter than the rest of us, and the world is worse off for not having her."

    Bonnell's remains were exhumed last year. She was buried in her native Oregon beneath a headstone carved with her name.

    Today her mother actively lobbies the state government to pass legislation making it easier to file missing-persons reports for people 18 and over - some local authorities are slow to pursue missing adults, saying they have every right to go missing - and mandating DNA samples be taken from family members within 30 days of a report being filed. Several states already have such laws and many others are considering them.

    "I don't care who you are," Weir says, "to be buried with no name implies that your life didn't matter, that you were just discarded like trash. I wanted better for my daughter - and for all the other missing people out there."

    "They do God's work," says Mark Czworniak, 50, a veteran homicide detective in Chicago.

    He first encountered the Doe Network when he was approached by Lamacki, the Chicago bank executive, about potential matches. Unlike some officers, Czworniak has no hesitation about working with civilian volunteers, especially those willing to devote endless hours to cold cases that he cannot get to.

    Czworniak says there are hundreds of "Does" in the department files. He is assigned five, including a tall, thirtysomething man found at the Navy Pier in 2003. Czworniak hopes that the man's height will help Lamacki or another Network volunteer eventually make an identification.

    "She's like a little bloodhound," says Czworniak, who exchanges e-mails with Lamacki on cases every week and has introduced her to other detectives. "She has the wherewithal and interest and time and she searches these sites I'm not even aware of."

    Such praise was rare in the early days of the network, when overeager members were more likely to be derided as "Doe nuts" by police and medical examiners. That changed partly as the organization imposed stricter rules on who could join and developed a system of area directors, researchers and media representatives. Now a potential "solve" is rigorously vetted — and voted on — by a 16-member panel, and potential matches are submitted to law enforcement agencies only by designated members.

    In another sign of the network's influence, Matthews was asked to serve on a government task force involved in creating the first national online data bank for missing and unidentified.

    The National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, NamUS, launched last year, is made up of two databases, one for the missing and one for the unidentified. The goal is to have medical examiners and law enforcement agencies around the country constantly update information on both sites. Next year the sites will be linked and made available for public searching.

    No one believes NamUS will put the Doe Network out of business — there will always be a need for people with their expertise to make the necessary connections.

    And so, families of the missing will no doubt continue to rely on people like Todd Matthews.

    At his house in Livingston, Matthews has built a little nook next to the living room — his "Doe office," he calls it. His desk is laden with pictures of dead bodies. He says he gets many e-mails about cases every week. Every night he scrolls down the lists, searching for new information:

    Unidentified White Female. Wore a necklace of silver beads and three small turquoise stones, one resembling a bird. Found in a Calendonia cornfield in New York state in 1979....

    Unidentified White female. Strawberry blonde hair and 12 infant teeth. Wearing a pink and white dress that buttoned in the back and a disposable diaper. Found Jackson County, Miss. 1982....

    Unidentified Black Female. Gunshot wound to the skull. Found next to highway ramp in Campbell County, Tenn., in 1998....

    The last case is close to Matthews' heart. Sally, he named her, after a Campbell County police officer entrusted him with her skull in 2001.

    The police didn't have the time or means to pay for a clay reconstruction, and so - with the approval of the local coroner - Matthews took the skull to a Doe Network forensic artist. A picture of the reconstructed head was placed on the Network site. The skull sat on Matthews' desk for over a year, and even Lori, who was at first so horrified she couldn't look at it, grew fond of Sally. She remains unidentified.

    But even Sally cannot take the place of the first Doe, the one who changed Matthews' life. He still regularly drives to Kentucky, to a lonely plot in Georgetown to visit her.

    "She's family now," he says.

    Standing by her grave, he tells of the night in 1998 when, scouring chat rooms for the missing, he stumbled upon a message from Rosemary Westbrook of Benton, Ark.

    Westbrook sought information about her sister, Bobbie, who was 24 when she went missing 30 years earlier. Bobbie had married a man who worked in a carnival, and she was last seen in Lexington. She had reddish brown hair and a gap-toothed smile.

    Over and over Matthews stared at the message. And in his heart he knew.

    Lori, he cried, racing into the bedroom and shaking awake his wife

    "I've found her. I found Tent Girl."

    E-mails were exchanged. Phone calls were made. When Matthews received a photograph of Westbrook's sister, he had no doubt. She looked just like the forensic artist's portrait sketched years earlier - the one engraved on Tent Girl's headstone, the one that had obsessed him for years.

    Weeks later the remains were exhumed. The match was confirmed by DNA.

    "It was the best peace of mind in the world," Westbrook says. "What Todd did for our family... I can't describe it... I don't have the words. Just to have a grave to visit means everything when you have been wondering for so long."

    The family decided to re-inter Taylor in the place that had been her resting spot for so many years. Beneath the stone etched "Tent Girl" they placed a small gray one engraved with her real name, the name that Matthews had restored.

    She was Barbara Ann Hackmann, now and for eternity.


Pictured at the top is the church of Santa Maria dell'Orazione e Morte in Rome.

From a website: Santa Maria dell'Orazione e Morte — "Two dramatic winged skulls flank the doorway to this church dedicated to the burial of the dead. A pious confraternity was formed here in the 16th century to collect the bodies of the unknown dead and give them a Christian burial. The theme of death is stressed in this church, dedicated to St. Mary of Prayer and Death. The doors and windows of Ferdinando Fuga's dramatic Baroque facade are decorated with winged skulls. Above the central entrance is a celpsydra (ancient hourglass) symbolic of death."

April 17, 2008 at 05:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack

World's most technical personal rain gauge


Looking at a tube and measuring how high the water level is in inches is so last century.

    Wireless Digital Rain Gauge

    Our Wireless Digital Rain Gauge is so accurate, it records each thousandth of an inch (.001) of rainfall.

    Records rainfall up to 99.999 inches.

    Liquid crystal display is readable from ten feet away.

    Rain gauge is self-emptying; water droplets flow through, are counted, then exit through the bottom, so no need to worry about freezing.

    No wiring or installation required — simply place on a flat surface, or opt for the Universal Mounting Bracket.

    One-touch reset button allows tracking of annual, monthly or storm-by-storm rainfall totals.

    Measures 5-1/4" high x 4-1/2" diameter.

    Runs on one AA battery (included).


$59.95 (rain not included).

April 17, 2008 at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Experts' Expert: World's best nail salon


"Marcela's, in Holland Park, is the best I've found anywhere in the world."

That's precisely what Space NK Apothecary founder Nicky Kinnaird told Sandra Ballentine in an April 13, 2008 New York Times "T" magazine feature.

Marcela's (above) is located at 7 Holland Street, W8, London, England; 011-44-7938-1555.

April 17, 2008 at 03:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

If I buy the case, can I pretend I have a MacBook Air inside?


I mean, the super-styish new bespoke case (above and below) featured at the Apple store is only $34.95, a snip when compared to the $1,799–$3,098 Apple's asking for the erstwhile contents.


Why not just cut out a piece of cardboard to fit the case, then walk around as if?


I mean, if you take "Air" to its logical conclusion, it's not much of a reach at all.


Are your eyes closed, joe?




you must
be dreaming.

April 17, 2008 at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

FoodFacts.com — 'World's first credible and comprehensive source on food ingredients'


"... search tools at FoodFacts.com, which enable users to find out who makes what food or beverage, nutritional facts, ingredient contents and lots of other information about the foods they eat, or want to avoid eating," wrote Dan Mitchell in his "What's Online" column in the April 12, 2008 New York Times.

April 17, 2008 at 01:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

Chill Stick


Official portable chiller of Ned Vizzini so you know it must be all good.

From the website:

    Chill Stick

    Versatile Chill Stick travels where you do.

    Load it up with the beverage of your choice, throw over your shoulder and go!

    Neoprene material keeps your drinks chilled for hours.

    Holds six 12 oz. cans.



$11.98 (beverages included? What do you think?).

April 17, 2008 at 12:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

Stoogeum — Three Stooges Museum is 'better than a poke in the eye'


Nyuk, nyuk.

Marc Fisher visited the Stooge shrine, located in Gwynedd Valley, Pennsylvania (about a half-hour drive from Philadelphia) and wrote about it in a February 27, 2008 Washington Post story, which follows.

    The Nyuk, Nyuk Stops Here

    A museum celebrating the Stooges? It's better than a poke in the eye.

    On their first date, back in 1978, Gary Lassin's future wife told him she was related to someone famous. But she wouldn't say whom.

    "She was a little embarrassed," Lassin recalls. No guy would let such a challenge lie. He coaxed and cajoled and finally got it out of her: Robin was the niece of Larry Fine, one of the Three Stooges. (He's the one with the Bozo-like Brillo hair and what Lassin calls "the stupefied, google-eyed stare.")

    "I knew I had to get this girl to marry me," Lassin says.


    Lassin managed to get the girl — and, more important to our story, he took on the fixation with all things Stooges that was somehow lacking in Robin's family. ("She was very afraid of the Stooges as a child because they hit each other and hurt each other," Lassin says. "So she was scared when Uncle Larry visited from the West Coast." Her family solved this simply by calling Larry "Uncle Max.")

    Three decades later, Lassin is the proprietor, curator, designer, tour guide and publicist for the Stoogeum in suburban Philadelphia, the only museum in this galaxy devoted entirely to the history, lore, comedy and worship of a slapstick act that has shown remarkable staying power in a pop culture that has pretty well lost the very notion of a comedy team.

    Tucked in the rear of a suburban office park behind a Wawa convenience store, the Stoogeum is a startlingly professional museum, with classy design, an endless array of Stooges documents, movie posters and tchotchkes, and a vault containing probably the world's most complete collection of the trio's movies and TV shows.

    Lassin's wife still doesn't care for the Stooges. ("A wiseguy, huh?") Nor do most women. Maybe it's something about how the comedians were constantly conking each other on the skull (nyuk, nyuk). But to boys who grew up either with the original Three Stooges movie shorts or, far more likely, with the after-school TV show that recycled those shorts every day from 1958 well into the 1970s, the Stooges were the height of hilarity.

    Strangely enough, though most Americans will pretty soon be too young to have any direct recollection of those lazy afternoons watching 15-minute, black-and-white capers in which Moe Howard, Larry Fine and either Curly or Shemp Howard (or one of their latter-day replacements) chase, whack and toss pies at each other, the Stooges remain fixed in pop culture.

    Whether it's Curly pronouncing himself "a victim of soicumstance," Moe and Larry squeezing Curly's head in a vise, or the whole lot of them spraying puns so awful that the Marx Brothers seemed positively Shakespearean by comparison, the images and sounds of the Stooges have secured a place in Americana that has long outlived the films themselves.

    The Stoogeum displays dozens of examples of the trio's staying power, from the beer cans and "Got Milk?" ads that used Curly's doofus face as a paragon of dumb guyness long after his death, to the wall full of magazine covers that play with the Stooges' classic lines. The Stooges made it to cereal box covers, jigsaw puzzles, coloring books, comics, board games, hand puppets, action figures, plates and even Three Stooges Hair Tonic.

    With touch-screen videos, an 85-seat theater playing a loop of dozens of Stooges shorts and throwback artifacts such as a 1980s, Pac-Man-era video game based on the Stooges and the 1960s Stooges lunchboxes that I remember kids toting to school in second grade, the museum traces the comedy team from its 1920s vaudeville roots to TV appearances into the '70s.

    There are three stories of this stuff, including what Lassin calls "the strangest art gallery in the world," featuring oils, charcoals, murals and an original Al Hirschfeld etching of the Stooges.

    Lassin — who is also president of the Stooges Fan Club and editor of the Three Stooges Journal, a quarterly of mind-bogglingly serious (and fun) pieces on the trio's history and meaning — collected everything here, plus thousands more artifacts he hasn't yet worked into the exhibits. Amazingly, Lassin also holds down a full-time job as an executive at a mail-order firm. But to the everlasting joy and frustration of his family, he has devoted thousands of hours to finding, acquiring and displaying Stoogeiana.

    For years, he haunted collectors' shows and badgered local TV stations for the old films they used to show each afternoon. Slowly but steadily, he acquired original costumes, props, ads, scripts and — I actually think I once owned one of these — records such as "Christmas Time With the Three Stooges."

    More recently, eBay has taken most of the fun out of the hunt: "It's not as satisfying now," Lassin says. "On eBay, it's just a question of who's going to pay the most, instead of it being all about the skill of finding the stuff."

    At 52, Lassin realizes there's a generation of younger people who don't know and don't necessarily care for the Stooges -- his own kids among them. But he's thrilled whenever children visit who love the old shtick, and there are still plenty of boomers eager to dive into the silliness of their youth.

    "I collected all this as if I was the Stooges' mother," Lassin says. "I don't do James Bond, Batman or baseball cards. I do one thing. Outside of playing a little golf, I am uni-dimensional. But the Stoogeum is not just for fans. I'll often see three generations sitting in the theater: a father, grandfather and son, all rolling on the floor in laughter together. I love to watch that."

    Admission to the Stoogeum is free, and there is no museum shop. This is a labor of love, available by appointment, a shrine that is also a window onto a zany, silly and wildly optimistic chapter of the great American story of possibility.

    Nyuk, nyuk.


Here's a link to a sidebar with details should you decide to make the pilgrimage.

April 17, 2008 at 10:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

StepIt — 'Take a walk without ever leaving your seat'


Think outside the airplane space.

From the website:

    StepIt™ — Take a walk without ever leaving your seat

    Exercise is the best way to keep blood circulating on long flights but it's not always convenient [or possible] to get up and walk around.

    That's where StepIt comes in.

    Just place your foot on the footplate and rock it forward and back to create a light walking motion that exercises your feet and legs throughout your flight.

    Compact and lightweight, it folds flat to fit in any carry-on bag and a Velcro® strip keeps it firmly in place on carpet.

    9" x 3¾" x 1½".

    Weight: 8 oz.



Orange as pictured: $29.85.

Dark Grey or Turquoise: $36.70.

April 17, 2008 at 09:01 AM | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBack

« April 16, 2008 | Main | April 18, 2008 »