Wednesday, March 26, 2008
As some of you are aware, we had a quintuple homicide here in Iowa City on Monday. It made the national news more for the school lockdown than for just about anything else, I think. Initially, it was reported that the family had been shot by the husband/father. It tuned out that he did indeed kill his family but did not shoot them. He later successfully killed himself (after failing to drown himself in the IA river and poison himself with CO) by ramming his minivan into a freeway bridge on I-80. The man had been the CFO of a major bank in the area and had embezzeled nearly $600,000 over a seven year period to feed a cocaine habit. Here's the ironic part. Here in IA, license plates are given three numbers and three letters. The letters on his plate were BLO - it was not a personalized plate. Anyway, he was caught and indicted last month and was to stand trial in April. As tragic as the situation is, it became even more so last night when Michelle and I realized that we both knew the man's wife. Cheryl was a regular at the gym. Although I had only had her in class a few times, I saw her all the time. Michelle actually knew her better than I. She talked to Cheryl almost every day. This is one of those things that you say always happens to other people. I guess it is the law of averages - the longer you live, the more likely it will be you or someone you know.