Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Lonesome Death of Tommie Carroll

It was a high school reunion, of sorts.

A few members of the class of '68 get together from time to time.

Informally.

Everybody is pretty mellow.

It's fun to see your old buddies and girl friends.

Old flames never really die, you see, they just smolder.

Sometimes a secret crush is finally revealed.

"I wonder why I never asked her out?" a friend said, nodding toward a silver haired, still very attractive, woman who had just confessed her attraction to him in high school.

"Perhaps it was the fact that she had been seeing Tom Carroll?"

"Oh yeah, that."

Tom was a Bad Boy.

You didn't mess with him, not because he was tough, although he was tough enough.

Tom was involved with bad people, not some punk high school gang, but real criminals.

Tom never finished school, by the time we graduated he had dropped out of sight.

Years later, his name came up in the papers.

Police had found his body in a shallow grave.

He had been shot in the head and covered with lime.

Tom had been playing a dangerous game with some guys who were even badder and Tom had lost.

Their story, and Tom's role in it is here.

Looking around at my former classmates, now showing their age,

I thought that our lot in life had turned out OK, compared to Tom's.

By Professor Batty



3 Comments:

Anonymous Jon said...

It's funny thinking back about those who made it, those who didn't and those that never had a chance. I was surprised when my 40th rolled by how many were already gone.


Blogger Mary said...

Good grief! This appeal makes for fascinating reading. I am familiar with the locations in the Bay Area and Santa Cruz, but might not look at them in quite the same way now.


Blogger Professor Batty said...

I believe Royal Hayes remains on death row, nearly 30 years after the fact.

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