Someone Knows Something
Searching for the darkness on the edge of town
I always believed in ghosts, and the stories told to me. In the north woods I imagined generations of demons haunting the dark hills and gores.
Now in New Jersey, I sometimes I find myself staring out my kitchen window at night after all the lights have been turned off. I see the casting of ambient light in my backyard, thin strings of tree branch shadows. I imagine madmen spirits there watching me between the stretches of light.
Get up to the edge. See how scared I can be.
I know that this is my movie upbringing, but I’ve imagined that the darkness is always there on the edges waiting to come out into the light.
It can be done. Old crimes can be solved if people care enough or are crazy enough not to let it go.
Many years ago, Roland and Marem Hanel were murdered in a small Vermont town. Still unsolved after 37 years, I cannot stop thinking that someone has to know something. These cases, if picked up by enough interested people, can be solved. Completed and put to rest.
It can be done. Old crimes can be solved if people care enough.