One Year Later…

As I grow older, a year takes less time to creep by than it used to. I know it is the same 525,600 minutes it has always been. There is just something about life going by at breakneck speed we can do little about. But for the parents and families of Abigail Williams and Liberty German (affectionately referred to after this as A&L), this has to be the longest year of their lives.

I have no authority to speak about their pain, this case, or the loss of a child, but I empathize with the gamut of the feelings they must have. I never knew the girls or their families. After following this tragedy from day one I can only speak to my own feelings – which this is not about.

One year ago today, A&L came up missing. Delphi is not a big town but people turned out in droves to help search. It wasn’t until the next day they were found – murdered. The scene was not far from the Monon High Bridge; the last place they were seen via a Snapchat they took.

The past year has been compacted with rumors, anger, People of Interest, over 30,000 (I think) tips, reward money in excess of $250,000.00, prayers, research, and believe it or not friendships. The one thing the past year has not produced is the monster that took their young lives.

What we do have, by the fast and brave thinking of Liberty, is a grainy photo and an audio clip of the piece of shit who, in my honest opinion, needs to meet his maker at the hands of the families.

This is the photo.

I will interject here: if anyone recognizes this man – do the right thing and call 1-844-459-5786.

Months after the murders, the police released this composite sketch:

There are others closer to the families and the girls than I and can speak to their lives. I will say they both have been spoken of highly as the best of friends, friendly, giving, sports nuts, and always had a smile to offer.

A part of me feels close to them and the families. I have spent the past year researching what we do know about the murders and in doing that read a lot about them.

There is nothing we can say or do to bring the girls back. That is a hard fact to accept. I am sure every day their families wish they would walk in the front door and forget about the last year. If I could give them that I would. What we can do is support them day to day and stay vigilant in finding this monster. My heart hurts for them as the seconds tick slowly this evening and tomorrow.

We miss you, Abby & Libby. We will never stop looking.

Rest easy angels.


Promo Spotlight – Z-Spin

Greetings readers. Today I am spotlighting a person who is not only talented, driven, and surprising us all … he is also my son.

Zackary Spencer aka Z-Spin, an up and coming hip-hop artist has not only had his first stage performance but is starting to release songs on his Youtube channel. Links below.

Zack has an uncanny musical talent. From an early age, he has loved music, played instruments he found fun to play and studied a lot of performers he would consider heroes. When his musical talent first became evident was the first time he picked up a guitar. Without a proper lesson, he taught himself how to play, shred, mimic and compose music. There was always a guitar and amp on in the house, most times for hours on end. Then we realized it was pretty much any instrument with strings. I believe if his passion had not evolved to hip hop, he would still be playing but I also believe that was a bridge to where he is today.

Rap music has always been a staple in our house. I myself have enjoyed a long list of hip-hop artists from the past. So it isn’t a surprise the direction he chose in his music dream. As a family, we all love music that speaks to us.

Speaking of dreams. We all have them – do we all follow them? It took me years to follow mine. I am so proud Zack has decided to follow his earlier in life. He has a lot to learn but is actively working towards his dream every day.

Here is his latest:


Check out his pages … links below.





Here We Go Again…

Hello all,

It has been a while and that is all on me. I have tried to keep a regular schedule on here and for some reason, it has escaped me. I write every day but find stupid excuses to not write here as well. I am really wanting to change that.

So for now, there will be at least one post a week here until I can work into a regular schedule. If anyone out there has any tips or tricks for keeping a blogging schedule I’m all ears.



Flora’s Five Were Robbed

When tragedy hits close to home, it has a different impact on you than if it happens somewhere else. It is just a fact; do not throw stones here people.

There were two tragedies that have happened in my neck of the woods in the past 6 months, but today I will be focusing on one … more than that … what happens when people come out of their caves and do more harm than good.

On November 21, 2016, in the small town of Flora, Indiana, four beautiful little girls tragically lost their lives in a house fire. Months later, yes, I said months, the fire was ruled to be arson. Now I do not claim to be a professional; but when you have to consider a house fire for months to figure out if it is arson or not, well, that is hard to swallow. I will be doing a more in-depth account starting Monday.

What is even harder to swallow is when someone comes swooping in from another state and under the guise of doing good and starts taking money from generous people. And not just people locally, but from all over. This is one of the lowest forms of life there is: stealing from people under the cover of helping when all he really did was pocket that money for himself.

Local news is now becoming aware that Brian Muehe, or whatever he calls himself these days, scammed hundreds of dollars from caring people. He told them it was reward money set up for the victim’s family through GoFundMe. Now that the word is out, I am sure this poor excuse will be backtracking and trying to stay invisible.

I know some of these people personally and to say they are upset is an understatement. I have screen shots of conversations, bullying tactics, promises never kept, and more. If and when the need arises that information will be dropped into the right hands but until that time I will say this:

If and when you decide to donate to any place for anything that moves you, do the research. Please. Know who and where the money will be going. This is not the first time something this despicable as happened and I am sure it will not be the last. Just be careful folks.

As for Mr. Muehe. Do you hear it? That is time. It is ticking away. The word is out and time is not on your side anymore. There are organizations in place dedicated to making sure people like you are found, prosecuted, and brought to justice.


Am I Just Nucking Futs??

So, in addition to freelance writing, I have decided to venture into the odd and scary world of Copywriting.

What the Hell is that? Yeah, I wish I knew.

When I say I am venturing into the world, I mean as of today.

Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe it is the future. I just want to be able to put my writing skills to good use (and make a living at it).

So if there is anyone out there in BlogLand, hit em up. Let me know if I am completely off my rocker or not. Or shoot me a tip or something. This seems like a scary endeavor but I said I wanted to broaden my horizons and this seems to be a great launching point. I am all for it!


Bishop’s Thoughts

Every morning when I get to my office … in my house, he is there. Usually just waking up. He gives me that look – you know the one: “Morning dad, where is the coffee? Oh, and by the way I’m hungry.” He’s always hungry. But I guess that’s the life huh? Sitting around all day, judging me, eating and shitting, taking naps, then repeating the whole process. There are times he is pretty grumpy as well. He likes the same music I do … at least he doesn’t complain much. And talk about the staring game: he is the champ. Never looks away that one. Trust me, I’ve tried and I lose every time. What are you going to do?

Who is this early morning, grumpy, judging machine residing in my office? His name is Bishop. Here he is in one of his poses thinking about what it is like living in a glass house.

What a ham! And I believe he likes having his pictures taken too.

This morning we were having a conversation (shut up – he talks) about living in a glass house. And how he gets to see everything around him. And how he sees everything I do and say. That thought alone was a little staggering but those are secrets between him and I. And he won’t talk to anyone but me.

So what does it mean to live in a glass house? Or better yet, what should we be doing in the proverbial sense of course. You know the saying: People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Maybe it is me, but I try to live like that the older I get.

That is not to say that I may make fun of people every now and then but I try not to. If I do it is orally in good fun. Not the malicious mess I see every time I get on social media. Have you read through certain threads lately? Keyboard warriors trying to get things said in the most aggressive, uncaring, and evil way possible. There is a reason I despise social media. Even though I know it is a necessary evil in our lives. Especially those of us who either look for work or put ourselves out there on it. You are more than likely reading this because you saw it posted on social media. If you are a loyal follower, thank you and get back to writing. If you are not a follower, then you should be.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Throwing stones to me means saying and doing things that hurt others. Now I know there are times when we don’t mean to, those are easy to rectify. It’s the ones where people go out of their way to be mean that I have a problem with.


My mother-in-law also has a saying: Least said easiest mended. Brilliant. If you say little to hurt someone’s feelings, you will have less to apologize for. Easy right?

But what happens when someone says something first? That is a tough one. I am the first to stick up for my family and friends … almost to a point of being too protective, I have been told. But there comes a time when we need to realize one simple truth.

Stop lowering yourself to others level. Stop acting like them in order to make yourself eel better. Idiots will do idiot things – it is a simple fact of life. Rise above. Even though that sounds so cliche to ever write it is the truth.

Simple truth: think about what you are doing/saying before you do it.

My Wife Should Be Bald…

Saturday was “cleaning day” around the house. And true to my form, I took some time to do some writing while my beautiful wife busied herself with chores. Not that I don’t help mind you. I was already in the mode when she decided to clean. And when she sets her mind to something – watch out. So as Shinedown was blasting in the background she was flitting around the house, cleaning and putting things away. That was when I heard a shrill sound coming from the other room.

I stopped mid-sentence to see what the hell was going on.

Maybe a little back story is in order before I go into what had happened. We have recently purchased our first house. Yay us! Along with a new house comes new “things”. One of these things is a new vacuum … you know, one with all the bells and whistles and attachments … and this particular one might have been used a time or two. Nothing that would give it cause to break down already. Right?

As I walk into the living room, I hear this brand new vacuum making the worst noise I had ever heard. It was like … well … it is hard to describe it without referring to a bird and my hands around said birds neck. But that would be terrible. So suffice it to say it was terrible.

Upon inspecting the underside, you know, the part that has a brush thingy (it’s a word, look it up) I noticed a lot of thin strands of black hair. These strands were wrapped around the revolving brush thingy, causing it to jam up and make the mechanism inside scream in protest.

I will also take this opportunity to say that nobody, not myself, my son, nor any of the felines in our house have long black hair. That finger can be pointed to the wife. She is the one that should be bald but isn’t. Let me finish the intro and I will explain.

I grabbed as much of the hair I could pull out. We both did. To say it was a bunch would be an understatement. Then I asked her to fire it up again to see if the damn thing still was yelling about something. It did not. Problem solved. Case closed. The day was won. Until the next time, I am sure.

So here is the point: How in the hell is she not bald??

There was hair in the vacuum, hair in the sink, on the floor, in the shower drain (Ew), in the car, on the carpet, the couch, outside on the patio, on my shirt as I am writing this. I think you get the picture: IT IS EVERYWHERE.

It’s kind of like having this guy running around the house:

I am a researcher by nature. But this is one thing I have yet to look up. I cannot fathom how someone loses so much hair but is not bald. It baffles the mind. I am sure there is some scientific explanation. Some easy answer even. Who knows. But for the life of me, I look at her every day I wonder why she doesn’t resemble Mr. Clean.

As you may have guessed, there are serious and not-so posts here. I am in no way complaining about the hair around the house. I have learned to live with it. I just wanted to make you laugh.