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I don't think people really appreciate our stories like you and I do, do you?
I don't know. I would like to hear stories that other people do about their, you know,
if you're really into the group or whoever's doing it, I want to know about them.
We need to know about our listeners. Well, that too. What were you saying?
People need to know about us. People do know about us. We have our crazy stories. We are,
at least I have my stories. Story you thought you were talking about that you thought maybe
people didn't appreciate. Are you talking about like a listeners episode? What's the listeners
episode? Nope. You're not talking about a listeners episode. You might be a little too close because
I'm hearing, okay, talk now. Hello. Hi everybody. This is Deb. Yep. That's better.
Okay. But the sound sounds good. Okay. Yep. And you do too. So then you'll say, Beth, can you hear
me? I'm going to say, Deb, can you hear me? And then we both go, woo woo. It's too late. We already
had our small talk. Oh, for goodness sakes. You're such a rat. We'll have to do that the next time.
Okay. Anything going on with you? Not really. It's just kind of a lull time of months, I guess.
So are we ready to talk about our story today? I think so. We can rock and roll.
Okay. Let's do it. So today I am going to talk about Charles Albright. Charles was born on August
10th, 1933 in Amarillo, Texas, and was adopted by Dell and Fred Albright when he was three days old.
Fred was a local grocer and they grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. Charles fit in nicely
with his new family and he always had lots of friends who looked up to him and found him to be
quite entertaining. Growing up, Dell told Charles two varying stories of his birth mother. The first
story was that Charles' birth mother was 16 years old who had a promising law career ahead of her,
but secretly married her sweetheart and became pregnant. When her dad eventually found this out,
her father did not take this news very well and demanded that she get her marriage annulled and
give the baby up for adoption. The second story that Dell provided Charles was that his birth
mother was a prostitute and gave him up for adoption. But neither of these cases were true.
It turns out that she was actually a nurse working in the professional field. Charles' mother, Dell,
seemed to have a phobia against germs and was known to change Charles' clothes up to three times a day
because at the time she feared that he would catch the polio virus. Any ideas on how you actually
catch the polio virus? Is it airborne? I don't know. She would often take him to the hospital
to show him people being treated for polio in an iron lung. Do you know anything about the iron lung?
No, but I've seen pictures of people in it. It was all encased where they were lying.
So Dell also encouraged Charles to follow the fine arts and made sure that he practiced piano
for 30 minutes a day before school. Does that bring back memories back?
Yes. Did you like my piano practicing after school?
Yes, I didn't mind them at all. In fact, I tried to get you and Kathy to play the piano while I
played the violin. That was a passion of mine to do, but neither of you accommodated my wants.
I'm sorry because I don't remember that. But if I had, no, I really didn't like piano. I'm going to
admit it. I didn't like it. I had to practice for 30 minutes a day and I was always counting down
that time. Plus Kathy was always better than me. All right. So Dell also helped Charles with his
reading, writing, and arithmetic, which actually allowed him to skip two grades in elementary
school. She taught him proper manners and always expected him to be polite, especially towards
women. So occasionally Charles' mom would dress him up in girls' clothing and let him play with
dolls. And it was usually when his aunt came to visit. I wonder if his dad knew about this,
specifically because it was when the aunt came to visit. So I'm assuming that dad was at work
during the day when Auntie came to visit. Yeah, I think so. Well, when Charles reached his
teenage years, Dell also chaperoned him on his dates. He would even call parents to let them
know that Charles would be on his best behavior during those dates. Did you ever have any chaperones
when you were dating, Beth? No, but when I was dating, we used to bring you and Kathy along
just because we are a loving family and wanted to be one big group. I do remember that. And I always
appreciate that. That was going to be one of my stories, doggone it. When you dropped, I was going
to talk about how you used to take me on your dates because we had fun. We did. Well, on the flip
note, Charles' mom also had a dark side. When Charles was less than one year old, she caught
him chewing on a tape measure. So she thought it would be a good idea to sit him in a dark room for
an undisclosed period of time. What do we know about kids who are less than a year old? They don't
know right from wrong. And they're teething. Right. Poor kid. I don't, putting him in a dark room.
Mm-hmm. When he didn't nap, Charles' mother would end up tying him to the bed. She would also spank
him when he did not drink his milk. When Charles was 11, his mother caught him killing small animals
and practicing dissection, skinning, and stuffing dead birds. I think she gave him a little shotgun
when he was a small child. And so he would be out there killing the animals, but he was also
dissecting them at the same time. But he's 11 years old. Isn't that around the time when you really
start to be inquisitive about life and you get out of the oblivious stage of child years?
Sure is. She thought that a hobby would be nice and invested in a mail order taxidermy course,
because Dale thought that this would help him to perfect his craft as an artist. She told him,
you will learn an art that is secondary only to painting and sculpting. A true taxidermist must
be an artist. Beth, have you ever been to a museum before and seen how animals are stuffed?
Yes. What do you think? I don't really care for that anymore.
You find it to be intriguing though when you were growing up?
Yes. While I was growing up, it was very intriguing.
Yeah. So I don't think really that there is anything unusual. I think it's kind of unusual
that she would invest in a mail order taxidermy course. But if you're entertaining a child in
their interests, I don't see anything different or wrong with that. They would go scout for dead
animals on the roads, but mostly on birds that they would find and practice taxidermy on them.
Charles' mom taught him how to use a knife and cut his skull open, a spoon to scoop out the brains,
and forceps to pull out the eyes. That look on your face is hilarious, Beth.
Well, egads.
Okay. What's my thoughts here? How in the world does mother know how to cut open a skull and spoon
out a brain and pull out eyes with forceps? How does this mother know this? Did she take the
taxidermy course before her son? That would be a good question because contrary to the way she was
raising him when he was younger, this seems unnatural. Yeah, absolutely. She was teaching
him manners. Yes. And all of a sudden she's entertaining this, I would call it an odd hobby
of sorts, but not necessarily. Again, I mean, we've talked enough about people who are interested in
the sciences and maybe she was trying to groom Charles into growing into a, being a doctor when
he grew up. Who knows? Well, Charles would spend hours stuffing and mounting the birds to make them
look as lifelike as possible. He especially loved going to the local taxidermist and looking through
the boxes of glorious fake eyes because of the iridescent glean that they gave off. So he's,
you know, going into his local store and probably has a good relationship with the local taxidermist.
And the problem here though is that Del would never allow Charles to purchase any of the eyes
from the taxidermy saying that they were too expensive. Instead, she would sew buttons into
where the eyes should be. He did a really good job of putting together these stuffed birds and then
one missing component would be the eyes. Now, I will say I went on vacation recently and went into
a museum where I did see some birds that were stuffed. It was an eagle and it kind of made me
sad because eagles, I think that they have been taken off of the, just the endangered list, but
still to see an eagle stuffed, but it was beautiful, gorgeous, and it really was very lifelike. Whoever
did the taxidermy on that, they certainly do have an artistic technique. What are your thoughts on
sewing buttons in place of eyes? Kind of weird. Maybe she's doing it so they can't see. Yeah, so
if they had eyes then she would think maybe they were watching? Yes. Okay, I get it. Well, in his
teenage years, Charles did run into some trouble and was arrested when he was around the age of
13 for petty theft and aggravated assault, likely as a result of his overprotective, thrifty, and
doting mother. Charles broke into churches and a local store to steal a watch, spent several months
in prison, and then was eventually released and placed on probation. Charles' probation officer,
who was also studying psychology, said that Charles could divorce reality sufficiently from his value
system so that he could tell you something false at the same time as actually believing what he
just said was telling the truth. Well, when Charles graduated high school at the age of 15, remember
that he skipped two grades in elementary school, his parents bought him some property, probably as
a graduation gift, which Charles turned over and sold for more land. I was thinking about this when
I was doing this research. If his parents bought him the property, I wonder if he got the permission
to turn that over because he's already thinking like an entrepreneur and some of our episodes in
the past are talking about entrepreneurial minds and I think it's pretty ingenious that he was only
15 years old already thinking about flipping land, you know? Sounds like a genius in the making.
Well, he was so successful when he was graduating high school that a Dallas Times Herald published
a story on him called, The World's Youngest Real Estate Man Amassing Nest Egg for College.
Yeah, before he even went out to college, he was already flipping property. Yes. During his college
years, Charles originally rolled in at North Texas State College in Denton, but was arrested during
his freshman year for being a part of a small burglary ring that broke into local businesses
and stole hundreds of dollars of merchandise. Charles and his theft ring buddies spent a year
in prison for petty theft and before he was sentenced, his mother, being ever the over
protective one, came back, went before the judge and attempted to serve his time in his place.
She was denied. If one of your kids ran into legal trouble, would you go to the courts and ask them
to do their time for them? No. No, not every good mother would do that. No, I don't think so. Yeah,
I always told my kids, I was a single mother when they were small. I kind of had to be mom and dad
at the same time. So my big thing was, if you ever call me to bail you out of jail, I promise you,
you will stay there until your court date. I can't afford to bail you out. And guess what? My kids
were in the straight and narrow. Well, in the early 50s and 60s, Charles enrolled in Arkansas
State Teachers College in Conway, Arkansas, and then he turned into a well educated, friendly,
and successful adult, or so it seemed. He was described by his friends as being happy,
fluent in French and Spanish, and quite talented as a painter and a pianist. I just don't get it
because I already told you, I did my piano lessons when I was little, and there was nothing easy
about playing the piano to me. I just didn't have that natural talent. Well, it was like me with the
violin. I struggled. I played it from grade four to 12 and was in the high school orchestra, but
I had to do double the amount of work that others had to do because it didn't come naturally to me.
I always loved listening to you play the violin. And believe it or not, this was going to be one
of my other stories. I loved going to your concerts. Did you? Loved it because I really
loved music. So I think that was part of it. That's sweet. Looking up to my big sister.
Thanks. Yeah, no problem. Well, Charles was also the president of his French club. He was the
business manager of the yearbook and a member of the school choir, speaking of music. Not only that,
but he had talent as far as athletics because he was also the halfback of the football team.
No idea what a halfback is. If somebody wants to email me and tell me, I would love to know.
Well, he's sounding like a well-rounded young gentleman. Yeah, it sounds like he had a pretty
decent upbringing. At least he knew all of society's expectations. However, on the dark side,
he was also known to break into buildings of his college and steal food from the refrigerator so
he could cook steaks for his friends. What a nice guy. He broke into the physics professor's office
and stole a test in the middle of the day while his professor was teaching his classes. He made
copies of it and returned it to its proper spot before the professor ever found out what he was
doing. So he basically made copies of it and passed it out so that everybody got a good grade on the
final exam. He also broke into his school's office and forged his report cards to show that he was
making all A's because he did not want to have to report to his parents that he was in fact failing
and he really didn't want his mother to find out. The reason behind his failing these classes is
that he said he was just too bored to study. I'm saying when I was in college, I probably failed
a class or two for other reasons. Sleeping in. No, I just wasn't good at geology.
God gone it. I could not pass that geology class to save my life. All right, so there was another
time that Charles' roommate broke up with his girlfriend. So Charles proceeded to take all of
the pictures of his roommate's ex and cut out her eyeballs in every last one of the photos before
throwing the pictures away. That's unusual. Well, when Charles' roommate began dating someone else,
I don't know, he was looking at a picture one day and he was starting to take a little bit closer
of a look and he discovered that Charles had pasted his old girlfriend's eyes onto the picture of his
new girlfriend. That strikes me as something that he's telling his friend that the old girlfriend
is watching him. Wow, Beth, you always have these really profound statements when I'm thinking
something completely different. I'm thinking to myself, what does it take for you to think about
looking at a photograph and how small somebody's eyes are? He had to have gotten something like
an X-Acto knife and tweezers and very intricately cut those out and then paste them very carefully
onto a new photo. Yes, most definitely. Yeah, but I like your idea of his old girlfriend watching
because when we break up with people, we don't always let that person go, do we? No. So Charles
also took the little eyeballs from all the photos and pasted them up on the walls around his frat
house. He was considered to be the class clown, so his frat brothers did not think anything of it.
They actually found it pretty funny and considered it to be just one of Charles' pranks. What do you
think of him wallpapering the walls with eyeballs, Beth? Wrong. I don't know, that's really freakish.
Walking in after class and just seeing a bunch of eyeballs all over the wall. I can't even imagine.
It's not a room I'd be comfortable sitting in. No, I think I would probably be taking those down.
Yes. In the 1970s, Charles eventually tried to get into medical school to become a surgeon,
but was not accepted. So he just basically went on with life and married his college sweetheart,
Betty Hester, and moved to Arkansas to become a teacher until the school. Yep. You said Arkansas,
it says Arkansas. Yes. Here in America, we pronounce that Arkansas. Sorry. My face is red.
Okay. Did I keep that in there? Did I keep it in? I don't know. You decide at the time.
Okay. So Charles eventually tried to get into medical school to become a surgeon,
but was not accepted. So he basically went on with his life and married his college sweetheart,
Betty Hester, and moved to Arkansas to become a teacher until the school district that he worked
for discovered that Charles had lied about earning a college degree. I dated somebody who really
puffed up his resume. And I'm going to say about 10 years ago, just about every company that I know
is starting to request transcripts, request to see the physical diploma that you have earned. I don't
know if they do that in Canada these days, Beth, do they? I have not applied for a job in a long
time. I've been in the same place for the last 20 years. When I was working at one of my jobs,
I was in the middle of that job when they asked me for my college diploma. Really? Well, Charles
was dismissed from his job and spent time in prison and placed on probation due to being charged
with fraud. So he was basically teaching without a license. Well, he may have gotten a license,
but it was forged. He and his wife moved back to Dallas, Texas, where he went on to working just
basically jobs here and there, anything that he could get. He did work as a designer for an
aircraft company, an illustrator for a patent company, a carpenter, and a baseball bat maker.
He's got a couple neat little things on his under his belt that he didn't need a college degree for.
He sounds like H.H. Holmes in all those multiple careers. I was thinking the same thing, a lot of
parallel activities and or behaviors. Yes, exactly. So after what Charles described as a loveless
marriage, he and Betty ended up getting a divorce in 1974 and he went on to become a hairstylist.
One of Charles' customers discovered that he had a knack for painting, probably through conversation.
Do you have good conversations with your hairstylist? Yes. Yeah. So you would sort of form a pretty good
relationship with your hairstylist because they get to know you over time, right? Right. Well,
Charles' customer commissioned him to paint a portrait of his wife for a birthday present for
her. Charles accepted the job, but took weeks to complete the portrait. Now, Beth, I know you are
an artist. So what is a reasonable timeframe, do you think, to paint something? Well, it depends
on how big it is. If he's working, you know, it could be anywhere between a week and a month.
OK, so he did take a couple of weeks and I will say that he was making a six foot by three foot
portrait. So wouldn't that take a couple of weeks? Yes, I envision something with the eyes coming.
Why, yes, let me let me move on and I will get there to tell you that. So
he took a couple of weeks to complete the portrait and his customer was getting a little tired of
waiting. So he did stop by Charles' house to check on the progress. And what he did discover was the
large portrait of six by three feet, like I mentioned, and it actually looks strikingly
like his wife. So he was very pleased with the outcome and he liked how realistic it was.
The woman's entire physique was complete, everything except for the eyes. When Charles' customer
asked him if he would be painting them, Charles responded by saying, when I'm ready to. And it
took him several months more to finish the eyes. So I imagine he's just walking by that picture
day after day, just looking at it. Now, I too have tinkered in painting and all I can say is an artist
knows when they're done. Would you agree? Yes. I'm not sure why he did everything up until that
point, but unless you're an artist, you just know when you're done. So if it's not done, it will sit
there until you're ready to take a paintbrush to it, I suppose. Right. Now we're going to move on
to talk about some murder victims that were discovered in the Dallas, Texas area where Charles
was residing. I'm going to go back a little bit in his childhood where his mother had told him a
couple different versions on his birth mother. Remember that at the beginning of this? Yes.
Charles did not believe that his birth mother was an aspiring lawyer, but rather thought that she
was a prostitute, which led him to begin preying on prostitutes after his adoptive mother, Del,
passed away. The first victim was discovered on December 13th, 1990. Mary Lou Pratt, a veteran
sex worker in her early thirties, was found in a lower class area just south of Dallas, Texas.
She was wearing only a t-shirt and bra and was naked from the waist down. Mary was badly beaten.
Her eyes were shut as she had a gunshot wound to the head by a 44 caliber shotgun. Police did not
really look into this murder because it was common for sex workers in the area to be beaten by their
pimps or run into a bad jawn, but murders in the area were quite unusual. It did appear, however,
that Mary had been killed elsewhere and someone had dumped her body in the area where it was found.
Now, Mary was sent for an autopsy to see if they could at least find out what her cause of death
was. Even though she was badly bruised, when the pathologist went to inspect her eyes, they discovered
that Mary's eyes had been expertly removed and there is no surrounding tissue damage. Whoever did
this, Beth, they basically took time to strategically remove, almost like a surgeon, to remove those eyes
from their sockets. The removal of Mary's eyes were so perfectly executed that her upper and lower
eyelids remained intact and undisturbed. So if you envision somebody whose eyes are closed, that's just
part of the facial makeup. Well, whoever did this didn't disturb that facial construction of a human
being looking like they're sleeping. According to the coroner, whoever did this knew how to cut six
major muscles that held each eye socket into place, along with the optical nerve, which is considered
to be rope-tucked. So imagine how long that would have taken. I would think it would be in hours,
but if it is an expert, then it could be done fairly quickly. Well, because of this unusual
discovery, investigators contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigations, also known as the FBI,
Violent Crime Apprehension Program Unit, which entered Mary's condition into their federal
database. Now during the search, nothing came up of any similar crimes. So we basically have a
mystery on our hands as far as who might have done this, because this is the first case ever
documented. Now the second victim was found on February 10th of 1991. This time, 27-year-old
Susan Peterson was discovered deceased on the same South Dallas road, except at the other end of the
road from where Mary Pratt was found. This made Susan's case fall under a different jurisdiction.
Susan was autopsied by a different pathologist who came up with the same results as Mary. Susan was
the same MO as Mary. She was found nearly naked. She was a local sex worker. Susan was also beaten,
shot in the head, chest, and stomach, and her eyes were also meticulously removed with no tissue
damage. Police from both Mary's and Susan's jurisdictions began working on the case together
and treated it like the same killer conducted both crimes. They agreed not to bring too much
attention to the two victims because they did not want to scare the person off who was committing
these crimes or cause him to change his killing patterns. They did, however, tell the public that
they believe the killer was well known by the sex workers because of the ease of choosing his victims.
You know, I'm sure that they are on their guard while they're at work, but going with their gut
feeling. Police put flyers out around town warning sex workers to take caution and to use their
judgment when they were getting in the car with somebody. Without providing specific details,
they set up a tip line for people to call in. The police set up a sting operation using undercover
agents as decoys and took note of all the license plates in the area where they knew the sex workers
to be working. At some point in time, the police decided that they also needed to tell the community
about the murders, but they did not disclose information about the missing eyes. You know,
they always keep one or two things out of the news, right? Right. And that seemed to be a pretty
major one. Absolutely. Sure. Now, news did get out to the media that the women's faces had been
strangely mutilated, which immediately drew national attention to the case because, you know,
media frenzy. All of a sudden, they're dubbing the killer as the Dallas Ripper. And at the time,
they did not know who it was. Now, shortly after a third victim was found, and this was Shirley
Williams, who was in her early to mid forties. Now, I'm not sure exactly of her age because from
all the articles that I could find, there was a conflict in the age reporting, but she was
discovered on March 19th, 1991 by a local elementary school. And unfortunately too,
she was discovered by elementary school kids. That's pretty horrifying. It reminds me of one
of my books I read on Tammy from Tammy Hogue. The same thing happened. The kids came upon a dead body.
Wow. Well, Shirley was also a local sex worker, but did not work in the same area that Mary Pratt
and Susan Peterson had. This tipped police off that the killer had indeed changed his killing
location, likely due to the fact that what was being reported on the news at this point in time,
right? Because they're already saying things on the news. They're giving information to the news
media to just to warn people. And of course, you know, public relations, you want to know that
you're living in a safe community. Yes. Well, Charles decided to attack an African-American woman
just to throw the police off of his trail. Of course, you know, switching things up as far as
the killing pattern. And since many criminals tend to choose their victims from the same race,
that's when he decided to attack Shirley because Mary and Susan were both Caucasian. When Shirley
was found, she was covered in bruises, had a broken nose, and also died of a gunshot wound to the top
and the back of her head. What police found at this killing site was pretty much what did
Charles Albright in. They discovered the tip of an X-Acto knife that was used to surgically remove
Shirley's eyes. So this kind of goes back to the first two killings. He must have meticulously
removed the eyes. Would he have removed the eyes where he shot the victims? That's a very good
point because they would be in the open. Yeah. And especially at an elementary school. Right.
Because, you know, when I was talking about how the pathologist said that the nerve was
roped up, if he was doing that on site at an elementary school, he was bold. Very much so.
Well, after Shirley Williams' killing, many of the sex workers basically had enough and they just
left the city, except for one woman named Brenda White. She actually decided that she was going
to stick around and refuse to leave. And one night when Brenda was working, a white station
wagon pulled up to her. She got in the vehicle and told the driver what motel that they should drive
to. But the driver said that he had his own private place that he preferred to use. And this, of
course, raised Brenda's alarm bells. Quick thinking, Brenda sprayed the driver in the face with mace
and jumped out of the car and got out of Dodge. Brenda immediately went to the police and told
them everything that just happened, like the driver screaming at her that she would be next
and that he would kill all of the sex workers around town. Another sex worker, Veronica Rodriguez,
also told the police earlier that she had been picked up by a John and was also attacked. She
said after the attack, she ran to someone's house close by that she knew. And the John matched the
exact description that the person Brenda White had reported. Now we've got two sex workers in the
area describing the same person who attacked two people. And a few days later, police patrolling
the area that Veronica was known to frequent came across her sitting on a vehicle with a balding
middle-aged man whose name was Axton Schindler. Veronica said that this was the man whose house
she ran to when she was being attacked and he was the one that saved her. As they continued on with
the investigation, police pretty much discovered that Axton Schindler was somewhat paranoid but
rather harmless. They quickly ruled him out from being a suspect. Axton was also renting property
owned by Fred Albright who happened to be the deceased father of Charles Albright. And one of
the police who was manning the tip line received an anonymous call to say that she was friends with
Mary Pratt, the first victim who had introduced her to a new boyfriend. This boyfriend had very
good manners. He was exceptionally polite but had a weird fascination with eyes. She also found at
his house, I guess she went to go visit his house, and she also found a box of knife blades. Charles
Albright's pictures were shown to Brenda White and Veronica Rodriguez who both positively identified
him as their attacker. So on March 22nd, 1991, at 2 30 a.m. the SWAT team surrounded Charles
Albright's house, entered and arrested him for the murder of Mary Pratt, Susan Peterson, and Shirley
Williams. It's about time that he got caught. I think it was pretty ingenious of that lady to
step forward and say hey, just like another one of our cases we talked about where somebody went
with their gut. Yeah, I think she was very brave to do that, especially with that line of work. It's
you know already dangerous but I'm glad the community seemed to be looking out for each other.
That's really, really good. Yes. Now the case against Charles Albright was circumstantial and
he was eventually found guilty on only Shirley Williams death because he had left the evidence
behind. All the other cases were circumstantial. He did receive a life sentence without the
possibility of parole and is now serving out his term at John Moonford Psychiatric Unit in Lubbock,
Texas. Until his death on October 22nd of 2020, Charles Albright denied ever cutting out anybody's
eyeballs and insisted that the police did this themselves to inflate their case. He was 87 years
old. The end. The end. Anything to add? Not on that story. I have a teachable moment. I have one this
week. Yeah, I love it. I can't wait. Well to keep this short, I lived downtown and when I went out to
my car across the street in a parking lot, there was a young gentleman sitting there and he looked
lost. So I asked him if he was okay and he says his car wasn't working and needed to be jumped.
My gut said, don't help. You know all those shows and books you read and watch. I walked away from
him and proceeded to head to work and then I went back to him and said, what can I do? Do you want
me to help jump your car? And he did. All the while I was as nervous as heck. When that was done,
I promised myself I'll always go with my gut and I will never do something like that again. I feel
very lucky. What are the odds at five in the morning, downtown, somebody sitting there is
not a murderer? Well I'm glad that you didn't get murdered that day Beth because it sounds pretty
fishy and yeah it's, I mean you have to go with your gut. There's that internal instinct in all
of us and we've talked about that before. You know with the online dating or even meeting somebody
for the first time. I had no idea that had happened and I am so glad that you were able to at least
tell the tale but you just have to, I hate to say you can't trust anybody but you have to be very,
very mindful of the people that you are interacting with especially if it's dark outside or something
just doesn't seem right. All I kept thinking was this is a Ted Bundy story in the making. How long
were you there? Now how was he acting while you were jumping the car? Is he the one that actually
hooked the cars up to the batteries? Yes, he didn't have cables but I did. Okay. I don't know how to
hook them up so he went ahead and did it but he felt that he needed to repay me. He says I don't
have anything else on me but you can have this can of orange juice. Did you take it? No. Good
because it might have poisoned you. It wasn't opened. Well there we have it. That is the story
of Charles Albright aka the eyeball killer. And that's a wrap. That is a wrap. We would love for
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Beth? That was an interesting story. Oh my gosh. I loved it. You did? What did you love about it?
It's something I have never heard of before. It was a whole new thing for me. Okay. What else?
It was, I guess I do like creepiness and the creepiness came in when there were the all those
eyeballs were on that in that room taped up onto the wall. So I kind of get what you're saying
because have I talked to you about kangaroos before? No. Okay. I have a story about kangaroos.
Kangaroos are cute as can be. Have you ever seen one in person? In the zoo. Were you able to touch
it, get close to it? No. Was it behind a fence? Yes. So it was in its natural habitat. As much
as a zoo can be in its natural habitat. Yeah, that's true. Okay. So we had a kangaroo farm
close to where I live and it doesn't exist there anymore. But back in the day when I was single,
I went out on a date and I went to the kangaroo farm because you know me, I love animals.
Yes. Oh gosh. What an amazing experience. We were able to get up really close. We got into one of
those buggy things. It's almost like a little train. Well, we were driving around and coming up on the
kangaroos. They're very social creatures and they were all amongst their little families. And I'm
going to say there had to have been at least 30 kangaroos, which of course I'm mesmerized. So
we're driving on this cart past a bunch of kangaroos who were doing their thing. And when they heard
the cart coming, they all stopped and looked like the scarecrows that were looking at me when I was
driving through that town. It was so cute. And then it got creepy. They just got real still like
statues and looked at me. Okay. What else do we have? Anything? Speaking of kangaroos, when Al and
I were just dating and I went to visit his sister in another town, it was dark and our area is known
for having deer fly into the roads. This time it was a coyote that ran across the road. And Al said,
look at that kangaroo. I looked at him and I says, what? He says, I don't know why I said that.
So I don't let him down. I do joke with him about that. That bunny. Look at the kangaroo. Oh,
that's so cute. I love kangaroos. Yeah. We don't have any natural to the natural habitat of Canada.
So why you thought it was a kangaroo? Yeah, exactly. But don't get too close because they will
punch you. I don't know much about kangaroos. How I know is they're cute. Okay. I think we're
really done now. Okay. Oh my goodness. All right. I think that's it. Well, okay then. I think
definitely that's a wrap and we will talk to you next week. Bye.