Mad Macedonian

Guardians of Our Nation's Brats, and Young Skulls Full of Mush, Start Sisterhood of Mommy Patriots

This past weekend a new online community was begun, inspired by an episode of the Glenn Beck Show, last week, about Mothers, and by the principles of the 9-12 Project.

Billing itself as a "Network of principled mothers, grandmothers, daughters, & guardians of our nation's children", AS A MOM...A Sisterhood of Mommy Patriots spells out its purpose this way:

 The purpose of this group is to give a forum for moms of all types to come together to discuss and resolve issues. Through the centuries women a have bonded together to teach and mentor one another. In the spirit of those foremothers let us now come together. Many of you have questions, some of you have answers. Some of you may know what textbooks teach a good history of our nation. Others can mentor a first time school board candidate...

In addition to the 9 values we add this one: Children are a gift from God and a sacred responsibility

If you can begin your statement or question with “As a mom…” then it belongs here. (No you don’t need to begin the statement that way.) All I ask is that we treat one another possible differing views with the same respect that we teach our children to use.

You are not alone. We are the mothers of 9/12.

This is a powerful statement, and a worthy effort, that I am lending my support to, with a link in my sidebar, in List #2 of the Food for Thought Section.

As one who grew up, from age 9, with no Father in the home, my Mother, a couple of Aunts, my Granma Leona (Not a blood relation), and a few other neighbor women, played important roles in my life for 30 years, and so I know the importance of the women in the formative years of a child, and young persons life.

This website has grown to 850 members in just a few days (Oops! Just in the last hour the number has grown to 1142, after the founder was on the Glenn Beck Radio Show this morning!), and has blogs, Groups, Forum discussions, Event Listings, and no doubt more to come.

I have only one issue with the site, and that is that one must be a member to read the Forums, and the blog posts, and know of events.

To participate you must become a member, and that is fine, and understandable, but many people will be interested in events, the ongoing discussions, and even in commenting on blog posts, or writing their responses to posts, and discussions, on their own blogs, with links to what they are responding to, but do not wish to join the website itself.

By not allowing non-members to read more than just tantalizing fragments, they are limiting the potential reach, and influence, of their effort.

Check out: As a Mom...

 

COOKING LIKE MAD 1: A Mother is a Man's Best Friend...

...Especially a man who loves to cook, and she will readily rhapsodize about how your "legs are hollow!" whenever she brags, agreeably, about how you love to eat, especially when the food is something she prepared.

My Mother died much too soon.

She died at 61, in 1990, having lovingly cared for, and fed, her bachelor, live at home son, for the 1st 30  years of his life.

From deep within the bowels of The Mad Macedonian Broadcasting Network Compound and Think Tank, in Santa Ana, Ca., Chef Kiril says welcome to the Introductory Edition of Cooking Like Mad (That's as in me, the Mad Macedonian!)!

As I sit here fondly remembering what I can of those long ago years I find myself regretting that I did not comit to memory, or to notebooks, all that I watched, and helped, Mom do in the kitchen.

My memories begin with my early teen years, and the smell of pots of apricots, and peaches, cooking on the kitchen stove in our house, and the homes of my Uncle and Aunt, and a woman I called "Granma", beginning around 1972.

In 1969 we moved into a house on Merrywood St., in Pomona, Ca., next door to one owned by my Aunt Pat and Uncle Pop, and across the street from their friends Lester and Leona Wood, a Pentecostal minister and his wife, a woman whom my Mother quickly grew to rely on, learn from, and help out as a babysitter for her 6 mentally-handicapped women she cared for, and raised.

This woman was someone I grew to know and love as my "Granma" Leona.

The fence separating our property from that of my Aunt and Uncle had a wonderful grapevine the length of it, and they had several apricot trees just as Lester and Leona had apricot, peach, and lemon trees in their own front, and back yard.

In our own front yard we also had several apricot trees.

I and, occasionally, my sisters, as they grew older, helped pick the fruit which, of course, we also got to eat.

It's a wonder Cesar Chavez, or his later disciples, didn't show up to "organize the workers", and protest the use of child labor! ;-D

We kids got plenty of exercise as we learned the value of hard, outdoor, work, and I later even got paid by Leona for my labors, including mowing her lawns, and that of a couple of other neighbors, well into the late 90's when some moved away, and then Leona died.

And here's where my exposure to the mysteries of the kitchen began.

Leona, and Aunt Pat were devoted canners, and not long after our family moved in, and my Mom had to find ways to scrimp, and save to feed 3 kids, after our Dad became ill, they took my Mom, 15 years. their junior, under their wing, and taught her the benefits, joys, and skills, of canning, too.

Like Lester and Leona, my Uncle and Aunt, and the wonderful character of a woman, named Joyce Tolbert (Former Detroit, and Vegas, stage singer, and performer, and life long gambler, and raiser of Champion Boxer Dogs, not to mention a financial contributor, of $1000, to the campaign of Lyndon LaRouche, in 1996!), who took over for her 2 friends (My Aunt & Uncle) upon their deaths, ran Group Homes for mentally disabled women, and the men built rows of wooden shelves to line the walls of their garages, as places to store their canned goods.

My Uncle had also built similar shelves for the previous owner of our own home, and Mom followed their lead for storage once she took up canning.

My Mom, and later I as well, learned the best sizes, and brands (Ball and Kerr) of jars, lids, and rims, to buy when needed, and she bought a pressure cooker, and the other things she needed to get started.

I remember the women, each in their seperate Kitchen Kingdoms, spending all day, and half the night, for several days, cooking and storing.

With windows, and doors, open a person could smell, depending on the season, fruits, or vegetables of all descriptions, some off the tree, others bought at local Farmer's Markets, or the supermarket, half way down the block, in either direction, from our houses.

5 of our immediate neighbor families also benefited from this bounty, from time to time over the years.

I remember carrying boxes of empty jars into the kitchens, and boxes of full jars back out to the shelves, as well as back, and forth between the homes, and wondering, later, why I never developed the strong muscles of a bodybuilder after all those years of lifting, and carrying! ;-D

By age 16 I learned to fix my own scrambled eggs, and sausage, or  bacon, for breakfast, my 1st successful efforts in the kitchen!

3 eggs, spiced with salt and pepper to my liking, 6 Farmer John Links, or bacon, made into 3 breakfast sandwiches on toast, to satisfy the hunger of a growing teen, and later young bachelor, well into his 30's.

I learned to cook my own hamburgers, and hot dogs, mac and cheese, hash browns, fried chicken, and steaks, and other meats in the pan, brew a pot of coffee, and some other simple things, long since forgotten in the years after the death of my Mother.

Of course I  also became expert at putting together peanut butter sandwiches, tuna sandwiches, various lunch meat sandwiches and assorted other delicacies essential for a bachelors very survival. ;-D

I remember watching adoringly as Mom made my favorite of her special homemade pies...Mincemeat (God, how I miss her Mincemeat Pies! I have not had a piece of Mincemeat Pie since the year she died).

I also wish I could re-create her wonderful Tuna Casserole, as well! That is something else I've not had since she died.

I never thought to save the recipes! Moms are supposed to live forever, right?

By the time I entered college it was pehaps innevitable that I'd be interested in taking a cooking class. ;-D

The teacher, and I, both survivied this one sememster experiment (The last semester of my Senior Year), both physically, and mentally, with me earning a passing, "D", grade. ;-D

The only thing I remember of the class was buying my first apron, a somewhat raunchy, and humorous, affair in the words, and images, printed on it, that I wish I had kept (What eventually happened to the little darling I've long since forgotten!).

Somehow, cooking for a grade, and not for the joy of it, didn't dampen my enthusiasm for what cooking I learned at home, and over the next decade I continued to pick up a few things from Mom.

For most of the 90's I lived alone (The rest of the time I shared the old homestead with my sisters, and their Husbands), fending for myself, in the kitchen, as best I knew how, cooking what I knew how, and buying frozen dinners, especially those wonderful little veggie/meat pot pies, and eating out at favorite Fast Food places (A place close to my work, called K & F, was a favorite, and the place is still in business today.).

A hint that I could do more soon occurred when a co-worker gave me a recipe for cooking Pot Roast, and I latched on to that thing like a drowning man would a life-preservor, cherishing it ever since. ;-D

The first Kitchen Toy I remember buying, aside from the latest Microwave to replace an old one, was a bread making machine that I used for a few years, making loaves from favorite store mixes.

In recent weeks I've been restocking my kitchen with new gear.

By the time I moved to the OC, in 2002, I had somehow lost the will to fry chicken, and cook other meats, among other things I had relied on in the previous decade, but I had begun to collect cookbooks of various types, as well as a collection of electronic Kitchen Toys, all with the intent to put them to good use (I HAVE used some of the Toys!).

In many ways the 90's represented a low-point in my life, and things only slowly began to change when I got a computer in 1998, and later moved to the OC.

As I sit here remembering the last 40 years I can't help but mourn lost opportunities, and since I know damn well that I can fry a chicken leg or breast, and cook various meats, I think it's time I channel that early love I had for cooking, and try to give my baby sister some competition in the kitchen!

This evening I cooked my breakfast sandwiches for the 1st time in years, and did my best to make a baked potato recipe a friend gave me last week (The Baby Red Tater slices came out OK, and tasty !) .

 

In the days to come I will begin to put my collection of Kitchen Toys to use as well.

Baby Sis, the one I call Sister Deputy (For her career in Law Enforcement.), of the 3 of us, is the one who inherited most of the cooking genes from our Mom, but I'm sure there are more than a few stray ones swimming around in my own veins, somewhere, just waiting for me  to rediscover, and awaken them from their long slumber! ;-D

 

 

Adding to the Foodie Menu in the Sidebar

Readers will notice 4 parts to the new "A Mad Macedonian Has Gotta Eat!" section of the sidebar:

Farmer's Markets, about Farmer's Markets in the OC, and Los Angeles County.

Not Your Typical Grocery Store, about Grocery Stores that are alternatives to the Big Boys such as Ralphs, Vons, Stater Bros., Alebertsons, and the like.

Dining, Cooking, and Eating Blogs.

Dining, Cooking, and Eating Websites.

Suggestions welcome!

Eat Yer Veggies! That Means the Broccoli and Brussels Sprouts, too!

 

Growing up I loathed Brussels Sprouts, Asparagus, and  other such worthies.

Now, all is forgiven.

I love the stuff!

Wassup with that?

Mother Earth News had a fascinating article in its Feb/Mar 2009 Issue, about growing the little darlings in your garden, and it ends with a recipe, and the following:

"The Ick Factor: A Scientific Explanation:

If you’re a member of the “leave ’em, can’t love ’em” crowd who detests Brussels sprouts, there may be a scientific explanation for your aversion to the cabbage family’s smallest member.

A study published in 2006 in Current Biology concludes that some people’s palates may be genetically wired to react more strongly to the bitter compounds known as glucosinolates found in cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli, Brussels sprouts, radishes and turnips.

But don’t assume you’re in this camp until you’ve tried properly prepared Brussels sprouts!"

READ: Brussels Sprouts: Love 'Em, Don't Leave 'Em.

Maybe these poems will also help explain things?

ODE TO THE SPROUT by Robert Chaplin

BRUSSELS SPROUTS by Catherine Savage Brosman

Or, um, maybe not...

No more B.S. by Grandpa Tucker

"I'll take a beer!" (From a 4 page Poetry Thread, still being contributed to after 5 years, devoted to Brussels Sprouts, where most contributors are not exactly enamored of the little green veggie.)

Hee, hee! ;-D

Dining Out With Mad 3: Pestering Pasta Purveyors

 

I once went out to dinner, a few years ago, to The Old Spaghetti Factory, in Fullerton, Ca....

When I went to the front desk to get on the wait list ( 20 min. ) I asked the gal how old the spaghetti was.

She gave me a funny look, and I said that considering the name of the place I thought I'd ask.

I said, "What? You ain't never been asked that question before?"

Apparently not. ;-D

When my Waitress came to take my order I squinted at the menu looked quizically at her, and asked her which spaghetti was the oldest.

She looked at me real funny, and I told her that considering the name of the place I wanted to know the ages of the various Pasta so I could order the oldest one. 

I said, "What? You ain't never been asked that question before?"

Apparently not. ;-D

They took my humor good naturedly..

Nothing unusual turned up in the order ( Spaghetti with Rich Meat Sauce AND Ministrone Soup, Fresh Baked Bread, and Spunoni Ice Cream, included. ). ;-D

I once went out to dinner, a few years ago, to The Old Spaghetti Factory, in Fullerton, Ca....

When I went to the front desk to get on the wait list ( 20 min. ) I asked the gal how old the spaghetti was.

She gave me a funny look, and I said that considering the name of the place I thought I'd ask.

I said, "What? You ain't never been asked that question before?"

Apparently not. ;-D

When my Waitress came to take my order I squinted at the menu looked quizically at her, and asked her which spaghetti was the oldest.

She looked at me real funny, and I told her that considering the name of the place I wanted to know the ages of the various Pasta so I could order the oldest one. 

I said, "What? You ain't never been asked that question before?"

Apparently not. ;-D

They took my humor good naturedly..

Nothing unusual turned up in the order ( Spaghetti with Rich Meat Sauce AND Ministrone Soup, Fresh Baked Bread, and Spunoni Ice Cream, included. ). ;-D

Cooking, and Dining Out, Like Mad: A Review of Previous Posts

When I began this blog in October 2007 I had the intention of Blogging about my adventures in cooking, and eating out, a lot more than I have.

Things didn't exactly work out as I planned.

That's about to change.

A Mad Macedonian has gotta eat, right?

I wrote about a reconnaisance mission I once undertook of the 1st area I ever lived in here in the OC, for shopping, and eating, venues.

In the 1st 2 posts in a series that I call "Dining Out With Mad" (As in me, the Mad Macedonian!) I wrote about Cafe Ruba, and the loss of a local Burger King.

Recently I gave a brief report on my 1st visit to a local Greek Cafe: It's All Greek to Me...Good Though!

I'm also a cook...sort of...a little. ;-D

As I wrote:

Are you ready for my adventures in cooking? :-D

Ever since my Sainted Ma died, in 1990, I've had to cook for myself (In addition to relying on fast food, and frozen dinners, on occasion).

My first adventures in cooking occurred as a teen when I learned to scramble a truly MEAN egg (Actually three) for my breakfast, progressing to fixing my own Mac and cheese/tomato concoctions.

Of course I became expert at putting together peanut butter sandwiches, tuna sandwiches, various lunch meat sandwiches and assorted other delicacies essential for a bachelors very survival.

The next big step in my Culinary Edumication came in 1995 when a friend of mine gave me a basic recipe for a rice and ground beef meal and 1 for fixing a Pot Roast.

God! Was I in heaven, or what? :-D

Well, this led to my eventually improvising additions to the 1st recipe and even to my Macaroni meals, and then buying my first crock pot.

In this old post you can read more including the recipe for my Special Combo Meal.

I've also shared  my Mad Macedonian's Crockpot Roast du Bachelor, and a Possum Recipe that my Uncle Paul once shared.

I am gearing up for more eating out, and more cooking for myself, and in coming days I will write about the Electric Cooking Toys I've long had in my kitchen, the book collection I've built up over more than a decade, and the shopping spree I've just gone on to make sure I have what I need in my kitchen so I can start learning to cook more for myself.

I also plan to make some additions, and changes, to my sidebar.

Cooking Like Mad, and Dining Out With Mad, will be the names of the ongoing series of posts I hope to entertain, amuse, educate, and inform you with, so Chef Kiril says stay tuned, as things get interesting and, no doubt, more than a little messy! ;-D

Local Blogger has Hopes and Fears for Santa Ana

Ben Dahoe is the man behind a wonderful blog on life, here, in Santa Ana, called Life at the Santiago Street Lofts, and for 2 years, when time permits, he posts stories that are well worth reading.

Lots of developement is slated for his part of town, and he has written a great posts about his Hopes, and Fears.

While his fears are many, one thing stands out by the end of the piece:

"I'm hopeful in that Santa Ana will some day become a true destination city; where new circulation is brought to our streets–where places like Downtown, The Fiesta Marketplace, 4th Street, and the Station District (including the train depot) are ventured to by people all over Southern California."

Read: Hopes and Fears.

Hopefully Ben will be able to pick up his game, and post more frequently! ;-D

I've lived here, myself, 2 years longer than he has, and he has managed to explore the city much more than I have had the chance to.

Perusing his blog, for the first time in a while, he inspires me to get out more, and explore not just Santa Ana, but other places in the County, too.

Whether it's with my Camera, new camcorder, or just a notebook, and pen, I am going to try to get out, and about, and blog about what I find.

It's All Greek to Me...Good Though!

About a mile or so from where I live is a small, year old, Greek Cafe called the Greek Garden Grill.

Gustavo Arrelano, the esteemed Food Critic of one of my favorite SoCal Liberal Weeklies, OC Weekly, has this to say about the place: "great entrées, a what’s-what of a standard Greektown dive"

I'm interested in finding not just affordable Greek eateries I can visit, but Macedonian, Bulgarian, Croat, and Serbian, places if possible, so I decided to finally pay this place a visit. ;-D

I bought the Souvlaki Lamb Sandwich, with fries, and while the fries were great, the Pita Bread sandwich was to die for! ;-D

The Mad Macedonian Greets His Public!

09/09/09, a day that will live in infamy!!!

Broadcasting from the Golden MMB Table Top, deep within the bowels ofThe Mad Macedonian Broadcasting Network Compound and Think Tank, in Santa Ana, Ca..

This is my introductiion to YouTube, and I hope it interests you in visiting this Blog, and my future efforts on YouTube. ;-D

I think you will enjoy the humor very much.

Comments, here, and comments and ratings, on YouTube, are welcome!

The Mad Macedonian Greets His Public!

Elay Ca. Police Interrogation, in 27 Year Old Murder Case, Uncovered

Thanks to a Freedom of Information Act Request, recently made by me, I am able to finally make public, after 27 long years, a long supressed fragment of an investigation into a quite horrible crime.

I am hoping to present more about the main players in this story, someday (Yes, I do believe there is more out there to be learned about this case, and events before, and after, this report.), but, for now, this will have to do.

INTERROGATION REPORT ON GREGORIE ESTES

CRIME: 187PC
VICTIM: Sadie Bogato

INVESTIGATOR/INTERROGATOR: Juri Kesundheitiev, Elay PD, Elay, Ca.
DATE: May 15, 1982
TIME STARTED: 10AM
TIME CONCLUDED: 330PM

CASE SYNOPSIS

I am Officer Juri Kesundheitiev of the Elay PD, and I am the investigating officer assigned to the case of the murder of a female named Sadie Bogato.

The female was found beaten, and apparently raped, near the 9th hole of the Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Road, East Elay, Ca., early on the morning of May 2nd, 1982.

No investigative leads were developed for the case until earlier today, May 15th, 1982 when, at 10am, a man by the name of Eduerdo Estes, age 60, came into my office, and disclosed to me that he was extremely worried about his son's (Gregorie, 22) involvement in the case.

He stated that his son claims to have found the body before the police did, and caused his clothing to become bloody by rolling the victim over to see if she was alive. He burned his clothing a few days later.

Discovering that young Gregorie got out of class at 1130am, at Cal State University Elay, I went to the campus to question him.

When he left the classroom I approached and identified myself, at which point he blurted out, "I did it. I'll tell you about it, only take me somewhere else."

I obliged the young man by giving him a ride to the police station where I then took him into my office, and advised him of his rights. This was at 1230pm, and immediately following , he proceeded to voluntarily give a complete, uninterrupted, account of his actions.

Afterward I performed an interrogation, the substance of which is completely written out in the following pages.

The interrogation was done not only to get as clear, and precise, a story as possible in written form, from Gregorie, but to clear up loose ends, and use in court.

SIGNED: Juri Kesundheitiev, Parker Center, Rm. 410.

WITNESS (TYPIST): Lydia Quickfinger

Subsequent portions of this report were signed by the Subject as required.

VITAL STATISTICS ON INTERROGATION SUBJECT

1. NAME: Gregorie Estes.

2. ADDRESS: 222 N. Renegade Rd., East Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: Employed at McDonalds Restuarant, corner of Eastern Ave., and Ramona, East Elay.

4. DOB: 4/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Bachelor.

6. EDUCATION: Presently attending Cal State University Elay as a Philosophy Major, and is in his 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 5ft., WEIGHT = 123lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, Shoulder Length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On right arm there is a small hand, and part of an arm. The hand holds a tiny sign stating, "Runts are right on!".

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: None.

9. POLICE RECORD: None.

10. REPUTATION FOR CRIMINAL ACTS: Twice, at age 18, he was caught by the manager of the Thrifty Drug Store on 5th and Hill, in downtown Elay, trying to steal a poster of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Mistaking him for a young boy of 10, the manager gave Gregorie a tongue lashing, and sent him on his way each time.

11. EXHIBITION OF GUILT SYMPTOMS: When approached by Officer Kesundheitiev at school, he immediately stated he was guilty, and was willing to talk.

GENERAL INFORAMTION ON VICTIM

1. NAME: Sadie Bogato.

2. ADDRESS: 747 Looker Lane, West Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: None.

4. DOB: 5/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried.

6. EDUCATION: Attended Cal State University Elay as a Psychology Major, and she was in her 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 6ft. 2in., WEIGHT = 140lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, shoulder length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On left arm are the words, "Tall is terific!"

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: 24202600, Ca., CAR = 1982 Buick, Light Green, LICENSE PLATE # = IAMRICH

9. CAUSE OF DEATH: Severe skull fracture.

10. DATE OF OCCURANCE: 5/1/82

11. APPROX. TIME OF DEATH: 10PM

12. LOCATION: Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Rd., East Elay.

13. TIME FOUND: 107AM, 5/2/82

14. BY WHOM WAS THE BODY FOUND?: Sherlock H. Watson, Night Watchman.

15. INVESTIGATIVE LEAD PROVIDED BY: Eduerdo Estes.

16. MOTIVE: Worry over son's possible involvement.

ADMONITION OF RIGHTS AND SUBSEQUENT WAIVER

NOTE: Q (Questioner) = Juri Kesundheitiev, S (Subject) = Gregorie Estes.

Q: Gregorie Estes, you are advised that you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to have an attorney present during questioning, and if you can't afford one, a court will provide one for you prior to questioning if you so desire.

Do you understand what I have just said?

S: Yes, Sir.

Q: Do you wish to exercise your right to a lawyer?

S: No Sir, I do not. I am perfectly willing to answer questions. I know what I am doing, but I want to get this off my chest.

Q: Okay, Gregorie, would you be willing to have ehat you say put in writing?

S: I don't mind.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

I, GREGORIE ESTES, am aware that JURI KESUNDHEITIEV is an agent of Elay PD.

I wish to voluntarily furnish the following information regarding THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO.

I will be answering the questions put to me of my own free will, to JURI  KESUNDHEITIEV, whom I know to be AN ELAY PD OFFICER.

I am aware that I have a right to remain silent, that anything I say can, and will, be used against me in a court of law, that I may have an attorney present during questioning, and if I can't afford one, a court will provide an attorney for me if I so desire.

I wish to answer questions asked of me, in good faith, because I WISH TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST.

The following concerns MY PARTICIPATION in THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO which occurred THE NIGHT OF 5/1/82.

I am aware that what I say concerns a matter that's against my interests but i wish to state all the facts freely so that the truth may be known.

I know that what I say could cost me TIME IN PRISON but I want the facts to be known.

I am aware that the information WILL BE USED IN COURT.

ACTIVITY: Interrogation.

SUBJECT: Gregorie Estes.

TIME BEGUN: 130PM

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Q: Gregorie, as I told you earlier, my name is Juri Kesundheitiev, and I am here to discuss with you the story that you finished telling me a few minutes earlier.

S: Juri, What? I still can't believe your last name! I know I'm in serious trouble, but that last name of yours just blows my mind.

Q: I unerstand. In all my years in school I always enjoyed seeing the reactions of my teachers trying to cope with my last name.

S: I sympathize with them.

Q: You stated that you are a student at Cal State University Elay, correct?

S: Yes, it is. I'm a Philosophy Major.

Q: You know, I got my BS degree there a while back.

S: No kidding!

Q: No. Say, does the Rec Room still exist in the Student Union? I used to enjoy the pinball machines alot.

S: It sure does, but the games are more computerized.

Q: Did you know Sadie Bogato very well?

S: As well as could be expected considering we only had one class together. I'd never talked to her before. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but I never asked her out.

Q: Why not?

S: She never said anything, but her eyes would get an amused look in them whenever she caught me looking in her direction, and if she was with a friend she would say something, and they would laugh. It made me so mad I just didn't try to become friendly with her.

Q: I see. Now, on May 1st, what time did you leave work?

S: Well, since I only have morning classes, I work in the afternoon. I got off at 7pm, just in time to catch the bus home. I got home at 745pm.

Q: What did you do when you got home?

S: It had been a rough day, that I remember. An old lady came in around 5pm, and ordered 16 Big Macs, and then didn't want to pay. It took us an hour to get it all straightened out. By the time I got home I had a whopper of a migraine.

Q: What did you do?

S: Well, like I said, I always go fo a walk when I get a migraine. I went down the street to Hidden Hole Country Club, and walked up and down the line path of their golf course for a while.

Q: Was that when you met Sadie?

S: No, that was a little later. I saw Holmes sleeping in his guard house though. He isn't like either of his namesakes that's for sure.

Q: Holmes?

S: Yes, you know, the night watchman at the place. His name's Sherlock H. Watson. Now THAT'S a funny name!

Q: Yes, I see what you mean. what do next?

S: Well, I then walked under the tunnel, onto the golf course itself, and after a while went into the rain shelter.

Q: What time was it then?

S: About 9pm. It was then I saw her.

Q: Saw Sadie?

S: Yes. She was walking toward me with ehr dog, a mexican Hairless wearing a tiny sweater for dogs. If I hadn't been so surprised at seeing Sadie I would have laughed.

Q: What did you do then?

S: Well, and this is the truth, I originally menat to just play a joke, as revenge for her treatment of me at school. As she walked along the path, I waited until she was out of sight, behid the trees,  before going over to the green, and waiting behind some trees.

Q: Why?

S: I figured when she came back i'd jump her. She came back, and I walked through the hedge, and rean up behind her, and tried to knock her out. That's when it happened. She turned just as I was going to hit her, and began to struggle.

Q: Struggle?

S: Yes, she kicked me where it hurts, and it sure did! I was so mad I reached up and hit her on the jaw, and tried to strangle her. I wasn't tall enough to get a good grip, almost.

Q: What happened then? Did she still continue to struggle?

S: No, not at first. I thought she was dead, and dragged her over to the hedge where I tried to have intercourse with her. She was still alive, though, so I picked up a golf club lying in the bushes, and hit ehr in an effort to kill her. I hit ehr several times until we were both covered with blood.

Q: What did you do next?

S: I was so scared I ran across the railway line, and took the shortcut to my backyard, through the woods to the Hatfield By-pass, and through Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: About what time would you say you left the scene?

S: It was about 10pm.

Q: Did she say anything while she was struggling with you?

S: I remember that while we were struggling she screamed, and talked to her dog which ran away. She called the dog Hercules. To me she said, "You silly boy, you'll only get into trouble". That made me mad, I hit her, and she hurt her back on a steel post.

Q: Do you remember anything else?

S: Yes, I put my hand around her throught, and tried to strangle her, like I said. When I dragged her over to the hedge I undressed her. Her coat, and blouse were torn in the struggle. I ripped off most of her underclothes. When she came to i took off one of her stockings, but it broke when I put it around her neck.

Q: What did you do then?

S: I hit her with a piece of wood, which I found under the hedge. The wood broke as well I hit her with the golf club until I was sure she was dead.

Q: Do you remember anything else? What was she wearing?

S: I remember she was wearing a red coat, and red shoes. I put the coat over her face as she was bringing up blood. I wiped my hands on her coat, blouse, and pants. I threw the pants to one side. After I left the golf course I washed most of the blood off my clothes in the stream at the end of Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: What time did you arrive home?

S: 15 minutes until 11, I think it was.

Q: What did you do? Were your parents awake?

S: When I got home my parents were in bed.

Q: What about the next day? You said your parents were curious?

S: Well, the next morning I told them that I'd cut my arm around the garage. I'd cut my arm with a razorblade, that night, and showed the cut to my parents to explain the blood on my clothes, because they asked me how it came to be there.

I told my Mother, a few days later, that I'd found this girl, and just picked her up to see if she was still alive, to explain the blood to explain the blood on my clothes. My Mother told this to my Father, some days later, when we burned my clothes.

Q: OK, Gregorie, I have no further questions to ask you. If you will just glance over each of these pages to make sure nothing was left out that you wanted said, and then sign your name on each one, that will be all, and Officer Homer Pile, out in the hall, will escort you out.

CLOSING PARAGRAPH:

The foregoing statements concerning THE MURDER OF SADIE BOGATO are the truth to the best of my knowledge, and belief. I have read each page, and have signed each one. The contents are  the truth to the best of my knowledge.

Signed by Subject, Questioner, and Typist.

THE TIME OF THE COMPLETION OF THE INTERROGATION: 330PM

OFFICER NOTES:

Case Synopsis: This section gives an account of my actions, from the moment I was given the new lead, to the time I was ready to begin the interrogation.

Admonition Of Rights And Subsequent Waiver: This action was performed immediately upon arrival at the station to clear the way for what followed.

Opening Paragraph: This verifies, in writing, that the subject is willing to be interrogated.

THE INTERROGATION:

A. At the start the purpose of the officer (Me) was to make the subject feel as at ease as possible, and make him more responsive to questioning.

B. In the main interrogation I felt that letting him do the talking would net me more information, and therefore I just asked a question, and let him take as long as he liked to answer it.

C. The Closing Paragraph serves as a final verification of the testimony of the subject, and his understanding of what took place.

Thanks to a Freedom of Information Act Request, recently made by me, I am able to finally make public, after 27 long years, a long supressed fragment of an investigation into a quite horrible crime.

I am hoping to present more about the main players in this story, someday (Yes, I do believe there is more out there to be learned about this case, and events before, and after, this report.), but, for now, this will have to do.

INTERROGATION REPORT ON GREGORIE ESTES

CRIME: 187PC
VICTIM: Sadie Bogato

INVESTIGATOR/INTERROGATOR: Juri Kesundheitiev, Elay PD, Elay, Ca.
DATE: May 15, 1982
TIME STARTED: 10AM
TIME CONCLUDED: 330PM

CASE SYNOPSIS

I am Officer Juri Kesundheitiev of the Elay PD, and I am the investigating officer assigned to the case of the murder of a female named Sadie Bogato.

The female was found beaten, and apparently raped, near the 9th hole of the Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Road, East Elay, Ca., early on the morning of May 2nd, 1982.

No investigative leads were developed for the case until earlier today, May 15th, 1982 when, at 10am, a man by the name of Eduerdo Estes, age 60, came into my office, and disclosed to me that he was extremely worried about his son's (Gregorie, 22) involvement in the case.

He stated that his son claims to have found the body before the police did, and caused his clothing to become bloody by rolling the victim over to see if she was alive. He burned his clothing a few days later.

Discovering that young Gregorie got out of class at 1130am, at Cal State University Elay, I went to the campus to question him.

When he left the classroom I approached and identified myself, at which point he blurted out, "I did it. I'll tell you about it, only take me somewhere else."

I obliged the young man by giving him a ride to the police station where I then took him into my office, and advised him of his rights. This was at 1230pm, and immediately following , he proceeded to voluntarily give a complete, uninterrupted, account of his actions.

Afterward I performed an interrogation, the substance of which is completely written out in the following pages.

The interrogation was done not only to get as clear, and precise, a story as possible in written form, from Gregorie, but to clear up loose ends, and use in court.

SIGNED: Juri Kesundheitiev, Parker Center, Rm. 410.

WITNESS (TYPIST): Lydia Quickfinger

Subsequent portions of this report were signed by the Subject as required.

VITAL STATISTICS ON INTERROGATION SUBJECT

1. NAME: Gregorie Estes.

2. ADDRESS: 222 N. Renegade Rd., East Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: Employed at McDonalds Restuarant, corner of Eastern Ave., and Ramona, East Elay.

4. DOB: 4/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Bachelor.

6. EDUCATION: Presently attending Cal State University Elay as a Philosophy Major, and is in his 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 5ft., WEIGHT = 123lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, Shoulder Length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On right arm there is a small hand, and part of an arm. The hand holds a tiny sign stating, "Runts are right on!".

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: None.

9. POLICE RECORD: None.

10. REPUTATION FOR CRIMINAL ACTS: Twice, at age 18, he was caught by the manager of the Thrifty Drug Store on 5th and Hill, in downtown Elay, trying to steal a poster of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Mistaking him for a young boy of 10, the manager gave Gregorie a tongue lashing, and sent him on his way each time.

11. EXHIBITION OF GUILT SYMPTOMS: When approached by Officer Kesundheitiev at school, he immediately stated he was guilty, and was willing to talk.

GENERAL INFORAMTION ON VICTIM

1. NAME: Sadie Bogato.

2. ADDRESS: 747 Looker Lane, West Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: None.

4. DOB: 5/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried.

6. EDUCATION: Attended Cal State University Elay as a Psychology Major, and she was in her 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 6ft. 2in., WEIGHT = 140lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, shoulder length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On left arm are the words, "Tall is terific!"

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: 24202600, Ca., CAR = 1982 Buick, Light Green, LICENSE PLATE # = IAMRICH

9. CAUSE OF DEATH: Severe skull fracture.

10. DATE OF OCCURANCE: 5/1/82

11. APPROX. TIME OF DEATH: 10PM

12. LOCATION: Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Rd., East Elay.

13. TIME FOUND: 107AM, 5/2/82

14. BY WHOM WAS THE BODY FOUND?: Sherlock H. Watson, Night Watchman.

15. INVESTIGATIVE LEAD PROVIDED BY: Eduerdo Estes.

16. MOTIVE: Worry over son's possible involvement.

ADMONITION OF RIGHTS AND SUBSEQUENT WAIVER

NOTE: Q (Questioner) = Juri Kesundheitiev, S (Subject) = Gregorie Estes.

Q: Gregorie Estes, you are advised that you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to have an attorney present during questioning, and if you can't afford one, a court will provide one for you prior to questioning if you so desire.

Do you understand what I have just said?

S: Yes, Sir.

Q: Do you wish to exercise your right to a lawyer?

S: No Sir, I do not. I am perfectly willing to answer questions. I know what I am doing, but I want to get this off my chest.

Q: Okay, Gregorie, would you be willing to have ehat you say put in writing?

S: I don't mind.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

I, GREGORIE ESTES, am aware that JURI KESUNDHEITIEV is an agent of Elay PD.

I wish to voluntarily furnish the following information regarding THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO.

I will be answering the questions put to me of my own free will, to JURI  KESUNDHEITIEV, whom I know to be AN ELAY PD OFFICER.

I am aware that I have a right to remain silent, that anything I say can, and will, be used against me in a court of law, that I may have an attorney present during questioning, and if I can't afford one, a court will provide an attorney for me if I so desire.

I wish to answer questions asked of me, in good faith, because I WISH TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST.

The following concerns MY PARTICIPATION in THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO which occurred THE NIGHT OF 5/1/82.

I am aware that what I say concerns a matter that's against my interests but i wish to state all the facts freely so that the truth may be known.

I know that what I say could cost me TIME IN PRISON but I want the facts to be known.

I am aware that the information WILL BE USED IN COURT.

ACTIVITY: Interrogation.

SUBJECT: Gregorie Estes.

TIME BEGUN: 130PM

-----------------------------

Q: Gregorie, as I told you earlier, my name is Juri Kesundheitiev, and I am here to discuss with you the story that you finished telling me a few minutes earlier.

S: Juri, What? I still can't believe your last name! I know I'm in serious trouble, but that last name of yours just blows my mind.

Q: I unerstand. In all my years in school I always enjoyed seeing the reactions of my teachers trying to cope with my last name.

S: I sympathize with them.

Q: You stated that you are a student at Cal State University Elay, correct?

S: Yes, it is. I'm a Philosophy Major.

Q: You know, I got my BS degree there a while back.

S: No kidding!

Q: No. Say, does the Rec Room still exist in the Student Union? I used to enjoy the pinball machines alot.

S: It sure does, but the games are more computerized.

Q: Did you know Sadie Bogato very well?

S: As well as could be expected considering we only had one class together. I'd never talked to her before. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but I never asked her out.

Q: Why not?

S: She never said anything, but her eyes would get an amused look in them whenever she caught me looking in her direction, and if she was with a friend she would say something, and they would laugh. It made me so mad I just didn't try to become friendly with her.

Q: I see. Now, on May 1st, what time did you leave work?

S: Well, since I only have morning classes, I work in the afternoon. I got off at 7pm, just in time to catch the bus home. I got home at 745pm.

Q: What did you do when you got home?

S: It had been a rough day, that I remember. An old lady came in around 5pm, and ordered 16 Big Macs, and then didn't want to pay. It took us an hour to get it all straightened out. By the time I got home I had a whopper of a migraine.

Q: What did you do?

S: Well, like I said, I always go fo a walk when I get a migraine. I went down the street to Hidden Hole Country Club, and walked up and down the line path of their golf course for a while.

Q: Was that when you met Sadie?

S: No, that was a little later. I saw Holmes sleeping in his guard house though. He isn't like either of his namesakes that's for sure.

Q: Holmes?

S: Yes, you know, the night watchman at the place. His name's Sherlock H. Watson. Now THAT'S a funny name!

Q: Yes, I see what you mean. what do next?

S: Well, I then walked under the tunnel, onto the golf course itself, and after a while went into the rain shelter.

Q: What time was it then?

S: About 9pm. It was then I saw her.

Q: Saw Sadie?

S: Yes. She was walking toward me with ehr dog, a mexican Hairless wearing a tiny sweater for dogs. If I hadn't been so surprised at seeing Sadie I would have laughed.

Q: What did you do then?

S: Well, and this is the truth, I originally menat to just play a joke, as revenge for her treatment of me at school. As she walked along the path, I waited until she was out of sight, behid the trees,  before going over to the green, and waiting behind some trees.

Q: Why?

S: I figured when she came back i'd jump her. She came back, and I walked through the hedge, and rean up behind her, and tried to knock her out. That's when it happened. She turned just as I was going to hit her, and began to struggle.

Q: Struggle?

S: Yes, she kicked me where it hurts, and it sure did! I was so mad I reached up and hit her on the jaw, and tried to strangle her. I wasn't tall enough to get a good grip, almost.

Q: What happened then? Did she still continue to struggle?

S: No, not at first. I thought she was dead, and dragged her over to the hedge where I tried to have intercourse with her. She was still alive, though, so I picked up a golf club lying in the bushes, and hit ehr in an effort to kill her. I hit ehr several times until we were both covered with blood.

Q: What did you do next?

S: I was so scared I ran across the railway line, and took the shortcut to my backyard, through the woods to the Hatfield By-pass, and through Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: About what time would you say you left the scene?

S: It was about 10pm.

Q: Did she say anything while she was struggling with you?

S: I remember that while we were struggling she screamed, and talked to her dog which ran away. She called the dog Hercules. To me she said, "You silly boy, you'll only get into trouble". That made me mad, I hit her, and she hurt her back on a steel post.

Q: Do you remember anything else?

S: Yes, I put my hand around her throught, and tried to strangle her, like I said. When I dragged her over to the hedge I undressed her. Her coat, and blouse were torn in the struggle. I ripped off most of her underclothes. When she came to i took off one of her stockings, but it broke when I put it around her neck.

Q: What did you do then?

S: I hit her with a piece of wood, which I found under the hedge. The wood broke as well I hit her with the golf club until I was sure she was dead.

Q: Do you remember anything else? What was she wearing?

S: I remember she was wearing a red coat, and red shoes. I put the coat over her face as she was bringing up blood. I wiped my hands on her coat, blouse, and pants. I threw the pants to one side. After I left the golf course I washed most of the blood off my clothes in the stream at the end of Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: What time did you arrive home?

S: 15 minutes until 11, I think it was.

Q: What did you do? Were your parents awake?

S: When I got home my parents were in bed.

Q: What about the next day? You said your parents were curious?

S: Well, the next morning I told them that I'd cut my arm around the garage. I'd cut my arm with a razorblade, that night, and showed the cut to my parents to explain the blood on my clothes, because they asked me how it came to be there.

I told my Mother, a few days later, that I'd found this girl, and just picked her up to see if she was still alive, to explain the blood to explain the blood on my clothes. My Mother told this to my Father, some days later, when we burned my clothes.

Q: OK, Gregorie, I have no further questions to ask you. If you will just glance over each of these pages to make sure nothing was left out that you wanted said, and then sign your name on each one, that will be all, and Officer Homer Pile, out in the hall, will escort you out.

CLOSING PARAGRAPH:

The foregoing statements concerning THE MURDER OF SADIE BOGATO are the truth to the best of my knowledge, and belief. I have read each page, and have signed each one. The contents are  the truth to the best of my knowledge.

Signed by Subject, Questioner, and Typist.

THE TIME OF THE COMPLETION OF THE INTERROGATION: 330PM

OFFICER NOTES:

Case Synopsis: This section gives an account of my actions, from the moment I was given the new lead, to the time I was ready to begin the interrogation.

Admonition Of Rights And Subsequent Waiver: This action was performed immediately upon arrival at the station to clear the way for what followed.

Opening Paragraph: This verifies, in writing, that the subject is willing to be interrogated.

THE INTERROGATION:

A. At the start the purpose of the officer (Me) was to make the subject feel as at ease as possible, and make him more responsive to questioning.

B. In the main interrogation I felt that letting him do the talking would net me more information, and therefore I just asked a question, and let him take as long as he liked to answer it.

C. The Closing Paragraph serves as a final verification of the testimony of the subject, and his understanding of what took place.

Thanks to a Freedom of Information Act Request, recently made by me, I am able to finally make public, after 27 long years, a long supressed fragment of an investigation into a quite horrible crime.

I am hoping to present more about the main players in this story, someday (Yes, I do believe there is more out there to be learned about this case, and events before, and after, this report.), but, for now, this will have to do.

INTERROGATION REPORT ON GREGORIE ESTES

CRIME: 187PC
VICTIM: Sadie Bogato

INVESTIGATOR/INTERROGATOR: Juri Kesundheitiev, Elay PD, Elay, Ca.
DATE: May 15, 1982
TIME STARTED: 10AM
TIME CONCLUDED: 330PM

CASE SYNOPSIS

I am Officer Juri Kesundheitiev of the Elay PD, and I am the investigating officer assigned to the case of the murder of a female named Sadie Bogato.

The female was found beaten, and apparently raped, near the 9th hole of the Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Road, East Elay, Ca., early on the morning of May 2nd, 1982.

No investigative leads were developed for the case until earlier today, May 15th, 1982 when, at 10am, a man by the name of Eduerdo Estes, age 60, came into my office, and disclosed to me that he was extremely worried about his son's (Gregorie, 22) involvement in the case.

He stated that his son claims to have found the body before the police did, and caused his clothing to become bloody by rolling the victim over to see if she was alive. He burned his clothing a few days later.

Discovering that young Gregorie got out of class at 1130am, at Cal State University Elay, I went to the campus to question him.

When he left the classroom I approached and identified myself, at which point he blurted out, "I did it. I'll tell you about it, only take me somewhere else."

I obliged the young man by giving him a ride to the police station where I then took him into my office, and advised him of his rights. This was at 1230pm, and immediately following , he proceeded to voluntarily give a complete, uninterrupted, account of his actions.

Afterward I performed an interrogation, the substance of which is completely written out in the following pages.

The interrogation was done not only to get as clear, and precise, a story as possible in written form, from Gregorie, but to clear up loose ends, and use in court.

SIGNED: Juri Kesundheitiev, Parker Center, Rm. 410.

WITNESS (TYPIST): Lydia Quickfinger

Subsequent portions of this report were signed by the Subject as required.

VITAL STATISTICS ON INTERROGATION SUBJECT

1. NAME: Gregorie Estes.

2. ADDRESS: 222 N. Renegade Rd., East Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: Employed at McDonalds Restuarant, corner of Eastern Ave., and Ramona, East Elay.

4. DOB: 4/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Bachelor.

6. EDUCATION: Presently attending Cal State University Elay as a Philosophy Major, and is in his 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 5ft., WEIGHT = 123lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, Shoulder Length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On right arm there is a small hand, and part of an arm. The hand holds a tiny sign stating, "Runts are right on!".

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: None.

9. POLICE RECORD: None.

10. REPUTATION FOR CRIMINAL ACTS: Twice, at age 18, he was caught by the manager of the Thrifty Drug Store on 5th and Hill, in downtown Elay, trying to steal a poster of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Mistaking him for a young boy of 10, the manager gave Gregorie a tongue lashing, and sent him on his way each time.

11. EXHIBITION OF GUILT SYMPTOMS: When approached by Officer Kesundheitiev at school, he immediately stated he was guilty, and was willing to talk.

GENERAL INFORAMTION ON VICTIM

1. NAME: Sadie Bogato.

2. ADDRESS: 747 Looker Lane, West Elay.

3. OCCUPATION: None.

4. DOB: 5/1/60

5. MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried.

6. EDUCATION: Attended Cal State University Elay as a Psychology Major, and she was in her 4th year.

7. DESCRIPTION: HEIGHT = 6ft. 2in., WEIGHT = 140lbs., HAIR = Dark Brown, shoulder length, EYES = Brown, TATTOOS = On left arm are the words, "Tall is terific!"

8. DRIVER'S LICENSE: 24202600, Ca., CAR = 1982 Buick, Light Green, LICENSE PLATE # = IAMRICH

9. CAUSE OF DEATH: Severe skull fracture.

10. DATE OF OCCURANCE: 5/1/82

11. APPROX. TIME OF DEATH: 10PM

12. LOCATION: Hidden Hole Country Club and Golf Course, 18th Rd., East Elay.

13. TIME FOUND: 107AM, 5/2/82

14. BY WHOM WAS THE BODY FOUND?: Sherlock H. Watson, Night Watchman.

15. INVESTIGATIVE LEAD PROVIDED BY: Eduerdo Estes.

16. MOTIVE: Worry over son's possible involvement.

ADMONITION OF RIGHTS AND SUBSEQUENT WAIVER

NOTE: Q (Questioner) = Juri Kesundheitiev, S (Subject) = Gregorie Estes.

Q: Gregorie Estes, you are advised that you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to have an attorney present during questioning, and if you can't afford one, a court will provide one for you prior to questioning if you so desire.

Do you understand what I have just said?

S: Yes, Sir.

Q: Do you wish to exercise your right to a lawyer?

S: No Sir, I do not. I am perfectly willing to answer questions. I know what I am doing, but I want to get this off my chest.

Q: Okay, Gregorie, would you be willing to have ehat you say put in writing?

S: I don't mind.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

I, GREGORIE ESTES, am aware that JURI KESUNDHEITIEV is an agent of Elay PD.

I wish to voluntarily furnish the following information regarding THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO.

I will be answering the questions put to me of my own free will, to JURI  KESUNDHEITIEV, whom I know to be AN ELAY PD OFFICER.

I am aware that I have a right to remain silent, that anything I say can, and will, be used against me in a court of law, that I may have an attorney present during questioning, and if I can't afford one, a court will provide an attorney for me if I so desire.

I wish to answer questions asked of me, in good faith, because I WISH TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST.

The following concerns MY PARTICIPATION in THE MURDER OF MISS SADIE BOGATO which occurred THE NIGHT OF 5/1/82.

I am aware that what I say concerns a matter that's against my interests but i wish to state all the facts freely so that the truth may be known.

I know that what I say could cost me TIME IN PRISON but I want the facts to be known.

I am aware that the information WILL BE USED IN COURT.

ACTIVITY: Interrogation.

SUBJECT: Gregorie Estes.

TIME BEGUN: 130PM

-----------------------------

Q: Gregorie, as I told you earlier, my name is Juri Kesundheitiev, and I am here to discuss with you the story that you finished telling me a few minutes earlier.

S: Juri, What? I still can't believe your last name! I know I'm in serious trouble, but that last name of yours just blows my mind.

Q: I unerstand. In all my years in school I always enjoyed seeing the reactions of my teachers trying to cope with my last name.

S: I sympathize with them.

Q: You stated that you are a student at Cal State University Elay, correct?

S: Yes, it is. I'm a Philosophy Major.

Q: You know, I got my BS degree there a while back.

S: No kidding!

Q: No. Say, does the Rec Room still exist in the Student Union? I used to enjoy the pinball machines alot.

S: It sure does, but the games are more computerized.

Q: Did you know Sadie Bogato very well?

S: As well as could be expected considering we only had one class together. I'd never talked to her before. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but I never asked her out.

Q: Why not?

S: She never said anything, but her eyes would get an amused look in them whenever she caught me looking in her direction, and if she was with a friend she would say something, and they would laugh. It made me so mad I just didn't try to become friendly with her.

Q: I see. Now, on May 1st, what time did you leave work?

S: Well, since I only have morning classes, I work in the afternoon. I got off at 7pm, just in time to catch the bus home. I got home at 745pm.

Q: What did you do when you got home?

S: It had been a rough day, that I remember. An old lady came in around 5pm, and ordered 16 Big Macs, and then didn't want to pay. It took us an hour to get it all straightened out. By the time I got home I had a whopper of a migraine.

Q: What did you do?

S: Well, like I said, I always go fo a walk when I get a migraine. I went down the street to Hidden Hole Country Club, and walked up and down the line path of their golf course for a while.

Q: Was that when you met Sadie?

S: No, that was a little later. I saw Holmes sleeping in his guard house though. He isn't like either of his namesakes that's for sure.

Q: Holmes?

S: Yes, you know, the night watchman at the place. His name's Sherlock H. Watson. Now THAT'S a funny name!

Q: Yes, I see what you mean. what do next?

S: Well, I then walked under the tunnel, onto the golf course itself, and after a while went into the rain shelter.

Q: What time was it then?

S: About 9pm. It was then I saw her.

Q: Saw Sadie?

S: Yes. She was walking toward me with ehr dog, a mexican Hairless wearing a tiny sweater for dogs. If I hadn't been so surprised at seeing Sadie I would have laughed.

Q: What did you do then?

S: Well, and this is the truth, I originally menat to just play a joke, as revenge for her treatment of me at school. As she walked along the path, I waited until she was out of sight, behid the trees,  before going over to the green, and waiting behind some trees.

Q: Why?

S: I figured when she came back i'd jump her. She came back, and I walked through the hedge, and rean up behind her, and tried to knock her out. That's when it happened. She turned just as I was going to hit her, and began to struggle.

Q: Struggle?

S: Yes, she kicked me where it hurts, and it sure did! I was so mad I reached up and hit her on the jaw, and tried to strangle her. I wasn't tall enough to get a good grip, almost.

Q: What happened then? Did she still continue to struggle?

S: No, not at first. I thought she was dead, and dragged her over to the hedge where I tried to have intercourse with her. She was still alive, though, so I picked up a golf club lying in the bushes, and hit ehr in an effort to kill her. I hit ehr several times until we were both covered with blood.

Q: What did you do next?

S: I was so scared I ran across the railway line, and took the shortcut to my backyard, through the woods to the Hatfield By-pass, and through Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: About what time would you say you left the scene?

S: It was about 10pm.

Q: Did she say anything while she was struggling with you?

S: I remember that while we were struggling she screamed, and talked to her dog which ran away. She called the dog Hercules. To me she said, "You silly boy, you'll only get into trouble". That made me mad, I hit her, and she hurt her back on a steel post.

Q: Do you remember anything else?

S: Yes, I put my hand around her throught, and tried to strangle her, like I said. When I dragged her over to the hedge I undressed her. Her coat, and blouse were torn in the struggle. I ripped off most of her underclothes. When she came to i took off one of her stockings, but it broke when I put it around her neck.

Q: What did you do then?

S: I hit her with a piece of wood, which I found under the hedge. The wood broke as well I hit her with the golf club until I was sure she was dead.

Q: Do you remember anything else? What was she wearing?

S: I remember she was wearing a red coat, and red shoes. I put the coat over her face as she was bringing up blood. I wiped my hands on her coat, blouse, and pants. I threw the pants to one side. After I left the golf course I washed most of the blood off my clothes in the stream at the end of Bridgefoot Lane.

Q: What time did you arrive home?

S: 15 minutes until 11, I think it was.

Q: What did you do? Were your parents awake?

S: When I got home my parents were in bed.

Q: What about the next day? You said your parents were curious?

S: Well, the next morning I told them that I'd cut my arm around the garage. I'd cut my arm with a razorblade, that night, and showed the cut to my parents to explain the blood on my clothes, because they asked me how it came to be there.

I told my Mother, a few days later, that I'd found this girl, and just picked her up to see if she was still alive, to explain the blood to explain the blood on my clothes. My Mother told this to my Father, some days later, when we burned my clothes.

Q: OK, Gregorie, I have no further questions to ask you. If you will just glance over each of these pages to make sure nothing was left out that you wanted said, and then sign your name on each one, that will be all, and Officer Homer Pile, out in the hall, will escort you out.

CLOSING PARAGRAPH:

The foregoing statements concerning THE MURDER OF SADIE BOGATO are the truth to the best of my knowledge, and belief. I have read each page, and have signed each one. The contents are  the truth to the best of my knowledge.

Signed by Subject, Questioner, and Typist.

THE TIME OF THE COMPLETION OF THE INTERROGATION: 330PM

OFFICER NOTES:

Case Synopsis: This section gives an account of my actions, from the moment I was given the new lead, to the time I was ready to begin the interrogation.

Admonition Of Rights And Subsequent Waiver: This action was performed immediately upon arrival at the station to clear the way for what followed.

Opening Paragraph: This verifies, in writing, that the subject is willing to be interrogated.

THE INTERROGATION:

A. At the start the purpose of the officer (Me) was to make the subject feel as at ease as possible, and make him more responsive to questioning.

B. In the main interrogation I felt that letting him do the talking would net me more information, and therefore I just asked a question, and let him take as long as he liked to answer it.

C. The Closing Paragraph serves as a final verification of the testimony of the subject, and his understanding of what took place.