Sunday, March 27, 2016

When The Swallows Come Back to...

Oh, forget it.


San Juan Capistrano Mission

.They haven't returned to Capistrano for several years now.


They used to arrive every year on March 19th, but like a million similar minded human types...happiness is seeing THE GOLDEN STATE...in the rear view mirror.

It doesn't take a genius to know why the swallows don't return to the Mission San Juan Capistrano anymore.  The brilliant "suits" there cleaned up the centuries old  stone mission...got rid of those dirty eyesore "nests" along the walls....and waited for the birds and the tourists to flock back every March 19th.

Neither did.

"Surprise, surprise," to quote Gomer Pyle.

As far as the humans bailing out, there are a myriad of reasons, high taxes, illegals, nutty government, nuts and flakes, etc, etc.......

All, reasons enough,  but the most convincing one in my opinion is.....

"Too many Priuses.....and Prius drivers,"...hands down the worst in the world.

-Ed




Saturday, March 12, 2016

Keeping Up

I think we all fall short of "keeping up" with the many old friends we've had over the years.  I know I'm guilty of it.  And I feel awful about it,  especially after one of those old pals passes away unexpectedly.
  
"Oh, if I only had it to do over again......"
Bob Geneiser 

One of my favorite newsmen I worked with over the years was Bob Gneiser, (pronounced "Nizer") who died a few years ago.

Bob was one of the nicest people I 've ever known.

I think he liked me too, because for years after we both had moved on from WMAL, Bob would often invite my wife and me over to his house for parties and sometimes...just for a visit.

I always turned him down.

But if only I had it to do all over again...........

I would still turn him down.

However, it had nothing to do with Bob.  


The HOUSE

It was his HOUSE!

8103 Lily Stone Drive
Bethesda, Md.

There was no way I was ever going near that Damm place!

The previous owner was a Government Employee named Brad Bishop, who a couple of years before Bob and his wife moved in...had murdered his Mother, his wife and three children in that very house.


From The Washington Post,  Feb 1977 

“I have a strong feeling that Bishop is dead” said George Quinn, special agent in charge of the Baltimore field office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. But, Quinn added, speculation is ‘a luxury we don’t indulge in. So we assume he’s alive in the absence of any other indication.”The uncertainty of whether Bishop is dead of alive extends to the tangled legal process that occurred in the absence of heirs.

The victims were Bishop’s mother, Lobelia, 68; his wife, Annette, 37; his sons, Brad III, 14, Brent, 10, and Geoffrey, 5.According to terms of a will Lobelia Bishop executed in 1961, her only child, William Bradford Bishop Jr., inherited all of her estate. Neither Annette Bishop nor her sons left a will.



 Robert Wels was named receiver of his brother-in-law’s property.Acting in that capacity, Wels authorized the sale of Bishop’s motorcycle and the family’s rust-colored, 1974 Chevrolet station wagon. The latter vehicle was the object of a nationwide search before it was located last March 18 at a resort campsite deep in the Great Smoky National Park on the North Carolina Tennessee border.To protect the Gneisers from a possible claim sometime in the future by Bishop or his heirs, the title company they employed in the purchase of the house insisted that a guardian, who has greater legal authority than a receiver, be named in Bishop’s behalf.The last confirmed contact with Bishop occurred last March 2, when he used BankAmericard, his only credit card, to purchase $15.50 worth of sporting goods in Jacksonville, N.C., about 100 miles south of Tyrrell County, N.C., where the bodies were discovered earlier that day.
A forest ranger, patrolling the swampy forest near the hamlet of Columbia, N.C., spotted the bodies, which had been set afire, about noon. But it was almost a week before the charred remains were connected to the Bishop family, whose absence from home was attributed by friends to a spring skiing trip that the close-knit, athletic family had planned.
Bishop, a highly regarded, $26,000-a-year career Foreign Service officer, had left his office at the State Department unusually early on March 1, complaining a cold.Police later determined that Bishop drove from his Foggy Bottom office to Montgomery Mall, where he bought a five-gallon gasoline can at Sears and had it filled at the Texaco station there.
Investigators also have concluded that the first victim was his wife, Annette, who was slain in the den. They theorize that Bishop’s mother, who lived with the family, returned from walking the family dog and surprised the killer, who hurriedly placed one of Brad Bishop’s jackets over Annette’s body. After the two women were fatally bludgeoned, the three boys, who were wearing pajamas and apparently were asleep in upstairs bedrooms, were then killed by a powerful blows to their heads.The killer then stuffed the bodies in the family’s station wagon and drove through the night to North Carolina, where the bodies were dumped into a bathtub-size grave and set afire.
The station wagon, which was found more than two weeks later, contained a blood-stained blanket, an ax and a shotgun. A massive search of the park, from the air and on foot, followed discovery of the station wagon. But except for some early false reports, there was no trace of Bishop, or the family’s missing golden retriever, Leo.
In the intervening year, police have found no rational motive for the murders: No evidence of infidelity, or financial or job problems. The Bishops, friends and associates insisted, were the archetypical All-American family, blessed with beauty brains and togetherness.
The lone imperfection investigators uncovered was that Bishop had consulted three psychiatrists in recent years, and that he had been taking the prescription drug Serax to treat symptoms of depression and insomnia. A quantity of Serax was found in the glove compartment of the station wagon.
“When he stepped out of that car,” said the FBI’s Quinn, “the trail ended.”
North Carolina Attorney general Rufus Edmisten, who directed the hunt for Bishop in that state, said last week that Bishop’s disappearance is “the most baffling mystery I’ve ever encountered.”
Edminsten, the former deputy counsel to the Watergate committee, discounted the possibility that Bishop, an experienced outdoorsman, wandered off into the park and met his death.
Jack Linahan, assistant chief ranger of the Great Smoky park, said “the number of people who utilize the park” make it unlikely that a body could go unreported “visually or by one of the other senses.”As a State Department employee, Bishop was stationed in Ethiopia, Botswana and Italy and earlier was with Army intelligence in Italy. He speaks Italian and Serbo-Croation fluently, and in addition to his undergraduate degree from Yale, heared tow master’s degrees, in Italian from Middlebury College and African Studies from UCLA. With his education, language abilities and diplomatic credentials, investigators agree that Bishop could get along relatively well in a foreign land.
At least one of Bishop’s former neighbors said she would “like to see more investigation of Brad’s involvement in intelligence activities.”When Carolyn Gneiser was shown the Bishops’ house last November, neither she nor her real estate agent, owned it, although the Gneisers were vaguely aware that both Bishop and Angell had lived in the area.
“I fell in love with the house,” Mrs. Gneiser recalled. Her husband, WMAL/radio anchorman Bob Gneiser, inspected it a few days later and agreed that it was just what they were seeking. It had an addition that would be perfect for Mrs. Gneiser’s mother, who was moving from Florida to become part of their extended family.“We talked it out,” and decided to make the move, Gneiser said, “although frankly, we renegotiated (the price) a little bit” after learning from Mrs. Kate that the house had belonged to the bishops.  
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BRAD BISHOP PROBABLY LOOKS LIKE THIS....TODAY


Not to be confused with,  this man:


Quinten Tarentino    (Hollywood Mogul)
-Ed


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

We Pause Now...

One of my favorite people with whom I worked over my many years in Broadcasting was Don Richards.  


Don Richards 1958
I've posted excerpts from a couple of his "talks" at our old station reunions, and as you discovered, Don always had something interesting and humorous to talk about.

About 5 years ago, I got Don to sit down with Chuck Langdon, another old broadcaster friend, and me on the TV show Chuck and I have been hosting for the last 10 years, here in Northern Virginia called OUT OF THE PAST.

It occurred to me not long ago that none of the people entering the broadcast profession today have any idea of what the Radio of our youth (aka THE GOLDEN AGE OF RADIO) sounded like.  

Don and his significant other, Susan O'Kelly, have been demonstrating to fairly large audiences here what "Old" radio was like.

I think you'll enjoy this 4 minute video clip.




Don Passed away this morning.  He was 88.

Rest in Peace, old friend.

-Ed