20.7.08

F I R S TP R E V811NEXTLAST

Night Falls over San Francisco
Today a really creepy story; Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker committed a number of his early murders in San Francisco. In August of 1985 he attacked an elderly Chinese couple in San Francisco, killing the man and leaving the woman paralyzed. Five months later he stabbed to death two elderly sisters in their Telegraph Hill. Two months after that Ramirez shot and killed a man in his Cow Hollow apartment, near this photos location. A description given by the manager of the Bristol Hotel in San Francisco where Ramirez had stayed eventually helped lead to his arrest in L.A. where he was convicted for 13 murders and given 19 death sentences in 1989.

Here is where the story gets a little creepier. In 1996 Ramirez married a woman who first contacted Ramirez after his arrest and who had written him 75 letters while he was in jail. After Ramirez was moved to San Quentin Prison, just north of San Francisco, the woman relocated here and got a job as a manager of party goods store at a shopping mall in Marin County that just happens to have a view of San Quentin across the water.

One day while shopping at the Barnes and Noble bookstore in that same small mall I noticed a paperback book in the crime section. Unlike the other pristine books on the shelf this one appear quite worn and thumbed-through. When I pulled the book down from the shelf its broken spine flipped wide open to a photo spread with a number of pictures of Richard Ramirez. Yikes, I guess I know how someone spends her coffee breaks.
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5 Comments:

Blogger AphotoAday said...

Creepy, creepy, creepy...

I seem to remember that after Ramirez vacated his Tenderloin room, the manager found his walls completely and/or artistically smeared with Vaseline...

The story of Ramirez and his wife kind of reminds me of Trudy and Craig on TV's Reno911...

--And speaking of views, I kind of doubt it, but I've often wondered if they gave Scott Peterson a view of the Point Isabel/Berkeley Marina area...   So close, yet so far away...

Ah, killers -- we can't live with 'em, but they're so fascinating that we (speaking for myself, of course) can't live without 'em...

--just a side note -- I revisited the San Quentin graveyard a few days ago, outside the prison up on the hill above the rifle range...   I discovered it quite by accident about 40 years ago while hiking...   Nothing today remains except regularly spaced indentations in the soil and a few traces of the wooden grave markers, but 40 years ago there was several wooden markers with the traditional rounded top -- no names, just numbers...   I guess if you die at San Quentin and don't have any family or friends to claim you, you remain just a number -- forever...

1:37 AM  
Blogger tangobaby said...

Yikes. I'm just going to focus on the pretty photo for now.

9:11 AM  
Blogger Tomate Farcie said...

Call me weird but I've never understood why these women write letters to guys like Scott Peterson. What's the attraction ??? I just don't get it.

11:22 AM  
Blogger D.C. Confidential said...

Creepy story, but beautiful picture.

2:31 PM  
Blogger Texas Travelers said...

Great photo, but creepy is an understatement.

Troy

7:54 AM  

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