I Did Not Go to the Park (Mea Culpa)
I recently traveled to the Bay Area for a conference, but I did not to go Cesar Chavez Park, even though I'd intended to go. I had the time and the means to get there, but I chose not to go because I listened to two episodes of Season Four of Up and Vanished ("In the Midnight Sun") and this left me dispirited. I wanted to see if Payne Lindsey had done as shoddy a job of 'investigating' a new story as he'd done during his 'investigation' of the murders of Greg and Mary. Sadly, dumbass continues. (Listen for yourself. Here's a link to an Episode 1 update.) Lindsey doesn't podcast to help others get closer to the truth. Nope. He podcasts to feed his ego.
So I sat in a hotel room very early on a Saturday morning, listening to the nonsense while I tried to figure out how long it would take me to take the BART over to Berkeley and then to walk to the park. I thought about using ride-share to get there more quickly. And as I sat there listening to a recording of whiny-butt slurring up bullshit, I thought to myself, "How could I have been so stupid?" So I didn't go. At the time it seemed like venturing over to the park would just add to the feeling of stupidity. Granted, that's a selfish way of thinking; I should have gone to search beyond the legal documents and to see for myself. I should have gone to the marker Mary's family left to memorialize the tragedy. Payne Lindsey went to the park; I didn't even do that.
You know who I should have been thinking about that morning, a few weeks ago? I should have been thinking about Vince Johnson. I should have been thinking about what little I know about him and what I've come think of as his virtuous example. He'd have gone to the park...
Mea culpa.
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