This is a series of posts that is a temporary digression from this blog, normally an art blog. The topic is killers in my life.
After San Francisco, I spent some time in Baltimore, one of the murder capitals of the US, and then moved to New York.
I was in Manhattan on 9/11 but in midtown, not lower Manhattan.
A few years after 9/11, we lived in Washington Heights (northern Manhattan). Just past Washington Heights is Inwood and Inwood Hill Park. We would visit this park. It was populated at the entrance but then serpentine trails drifted into more secluded areas. Somewhere in this time, Sarah Fox, a Julliard Student, disappeared in Inwood Hill Park during a run. Her naked body was found, strangled, was found six days later, ritualistically posed and surrounded by two dozen yellow tulip petals. The murderer was never caught, but the suspect was just interviewed in 2014, saying that Sarah Fox loves him. The latest evidence in this cold case though was a chain found at an Occupy Wall Street protest that had DNA linked to Fox. The case remains unsolved but is suspicious if you read the ravings of Sheinman.
Sometimes I feel as though as though I have been a minor character in the film Blue Velvet because of multiple brushes with death and psychopathy.