I told you from the very beginning chrono-order won’t work that well here. And I know even if it was in chronological order, some of it still wouldn’t add up unless we were talking face-to-face. In 2005 and 2006, I fell down the rabbit hole in this case–something I had struggled hard to avoid for decades. Many, many people I have crossed paths with on this journey are empathetic. A fair number of people I am relatively close to, and would expect more of, are staggeringly uncool because they can’t go near it. I get it. You don’t know that I get it, but I do–because I was once on the other side of the rabbit hole, just like you. And I hope you never fall in to anything similar. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Having left off on July 2, I wanted to paint a picture of how this case opened on my front door in 2005, soon after I moved back to the Midwest after more than 20 years happily living way, way west of all of this. I’m going to start with a letter I received in March 2006, less than a year after I had moved back to the Midwest and will continue with the correspondence that marks what would be a most remarkable two years. I like posting the actual correspondence so you can see how it played out, but I will fill in the gaps. I will be redacting where necessary to protect the innocent or people I feel fall more on the innocent scale. You will still get the picture. Starting with the letter I referred to in my post of July 2.