I got the “moving-my-kid-into-college” blues

I did not anticipate how difficult it would be to move my hostdaughter into her University of Kentucky dorm room last Saturday morning.

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This has been a very event-filled summer for Pam and I as hosts of high school exchange students for the past five years.
For reasons good and, in one case, tragic, this summer, four of our five hostdaughters have returned to their Kentucky home for a period of time.
Because Pam and I have no children of our own, we have a tendency to form strong bonds with these young women and have worked to extend our relationships beyond the exchange year.
Our efforts, apparently, have paid off.
Iris, our first hostdaughter, has spent the entire summer with us. She is doing a work internship until the end of September.
Lea, our youngest from Switzerland, completed her school year at Nicholas County and returned home.
She has vowed to return, and I believe her.
Lotta came back for a week to wish a dear friend rest.
But with the beginning of the new school year, Pam and I are taking a break from hosting a high school student. That does not mean a quiet household, though. Maria, our hostdaughter from Norway, enjoyed her time in Kentucky so much that she has enrolled as a freshman at UK.
If I examined this closely, I think this is a thing Pam and I hoped would happen with one of our hostdaughters eventually. However, on even closer inspection, my wife and I may have wanted this to happen for different reasons.
At least that is the impression I have when I reflect on my unanticipated reaction when we were packing the car Saturday morning to take Maria to her dorm.
It began when Iris and I were figuring out the best way to pack Maria’s dorm stuff in the back of my Ford Escape. Stacking cardboard boxes on top of each other, I found myself recalling how I managed to fit five wooden crates of records, a stereo system and a whole dorm room’s worth of other junk into the back of my Nissan Sentra.
I even bragged to no one in particular about how there was only room for myself in the driver’s seat when I finished.
Arriving on campus, we followed the signs guiding us to Maria’s dorm, unloaded her belongings to a long table, then moved everything in. My first thought upon entering the room was how I would decorate ….
No, wait, that’s not accurate. My first thought was that of a middle-aged curmudgeon thinking about how easy kids have it today, what with a room already equipped with a kitchen sink, microwave oven, stainless steel mini-fridge with attached freezer, and its own full bathroom. And a private bedroom with a mattress that wasn’t a lumpy back hazard!
But my impulse afterward was to start suggesting the best way to lay out the room – the way I would do it. A tapestry across the ceiling, some cool posters, maybe a futon…
And, if she was smart, what she should do next is … at which point I have to give myself credit.
I suppressed that impulse.
In the end, I did the smart thing. I got the heck on back home.
It still didn’t stop me wondering what she was doing, who she was meeting, wishing I could be there to warn her against all the mistakes she’ll make, and being jealous, too. How I’d love to experience the fear and uncertainty that comes with being young and on your own for the first time.
(Okay, I just wish I was young…)
These were my feelings for a young lady I have only known for two or three years. I can only imagine how parents moving their child … sorry, kids, I can’t think of a better term … into a college dorm or apartment for the first time.
Like I said, I didn’t imagine how difficult it would be to keep my mouth shut and let this experience be hers — not mine.
How I would love to be her college guide so that she makes the most of her years at the University. But there is a point where I have to let her make her own mistakes …

Man.
That’s going to be hard.

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Kentuckyana Jones and the Cave City Wax Museum

****** Note to Readers of this story: Since this story’s publication in August 2014, I have endeavored to verify the developments that Michael Todd Barrick, aka Kentuckyana Jones, outlined in our interview. I make frequent trips to Cave City, Kentucky and often journey the highway which runs right by the former Cave City Wax Museum. To the best of my knowledge, nothing has been done to rehab the property, though I have received unconfirmed reports that its contents, whatever they may have been, were removed at some point. Who knows when that could have happened. Furthermore, there is no indication that Mr. Barrick has followed through on his grand plans for Patriot trees. So, visitor, take what you read in these next paragraphs with only a few grains of salt. There seemed at the time, to me at least, a good faith effort on Kentuckyana’s part to realize a dream of reality TV stardom on E, A&E or some other ailing television channel desperate for original material. But the dream has, as yet, not materialized. So enjoy the following not so much as factual information, though the events of that Thursday afternoon did happen, but rather as fictional entertainment featuring an also-ran in the sweepstakes for a place in contemporary Kentucky folklore.****

At Battlegrove Cemetery Thursday morning, 2014, people may have witnessed an unusual sight — a camera crew at the military memorial with their lenses fixed on Bob Owen and a smiling, bearded stranger gathering a soil sample from beneath a veteran’s plaque.

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Or, on Thursday afternoon, people might have seen the same camera crew entering the Maysville Community and Technical College, Licking Valley Campus’ Art Gallery following the bearded stranger with one arm draped around the shoulder of local artist Herby Moore.

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People didn’t have to look far to find out the name of the stranger. It was written in florid script on three large vans out in the parking lot.

Kentuckyana Jones, The “Extreme” Treasure Hunter.

Jones, a business entrepreneur and trader in antiques, treasures, and rare collectibles, was a featured guest star on an episode of “Barry’d Treasure,” a reality show on the A&E channel starring celebrity antique dealer Barry Weiss.

The episode, “Kentuckyana Jones and the Emperor’s Vessel” aired in March 2014.

But it wasn’t for another person’s television show that brought Jones to Cynthiana last Thursday.

The Bowling Green native was in town shooting footage for a potential television series of his own.

Jones said that a part of the show  would chronicle his adventures searching for valuable artifacts. The objects that he sought in Cynthiana, however, were not hidden or even remotely hard to find. The sample of Herby Moore’s paintings, which Jones wanted, were all in plain sight in Moore’s space at the LVC Art Gallery.

Unlike other places he plans to visit, Jones did not choose Cynthiana at random. He has a very special connection to Moore and, therefore, to this community.

“I bought Herby’s wax museum in Cave City,” Jones said.

Jones has been friends with Moore since the sale of the wax museum. Growing up in Bowling Green, Jones was very familiar with the tourist attraction in Cave City. But he never thought anything else about it until one day when he saw that the building was for sale. It was a spontaneous decision to make an offer for it, Jones said.

“It may not be the way most people do business, but I like to fly by the seat of my pants sometimes. I like taking risks. America was built on the shoulders of entrepreneurs who’ve done the same thing,” Jones said.

Moore’s paintings will feature prominently in Jones’ long-term plans to transform the wax museum into a new area tourist attraction. He intends to create a museum dedicated to America’s veterans, a subject that Jones is as passionate about as he is negotiating a good price for an artifact.

Honoring veterans will also be a critical part of the show that Jones and his film crew are currently shooting.

“We’re dedicating a large chunk of our show’s time talking with the families of veterans who have already gone on. At the end of every show, we will have a ceremony where we go to the veteran’s gravesite with a family member and gather a soil sample,” Jones said.

Jones paid a visit to local Cynthiana resident Bob Owen on Thursday morning to talk about Brig. Gen. Jack Henry Owen, Bob’s uncle, who passed away about a year and a half ago.

During his military career, Gen. Owen flew a B-17 bomber in the European theater of World War II and survived two years as a prisoner of war, Bob Owen said.

There was no particular reason that Gen. Owen was selected over any other veteran, Jones said. “Herby is a friend of Bob’s and suggested he be a good subject.”

Jones has been to seven other states so far and done the same thing.

The soil sample taken from Battlegrove Cemetery will be stored in a vault for the time being. It is Jones’ ambition to get soil samples from all 50 states.

When he has accomplished that goal, he plans to donate those samples to the Patriot Soil Project, a national effort to honor veterans which Jones ardently supports.

The Patriot Soil Project is accepting donations of soil samples from the graves of veterans across the nation.

When completed, the project’s organizers will combine the soil from the gravesites of fallen veterans from all 50 states and used to plant a living memorial, a “Patriot Tree,” on the White House lawn, Jones said.

Other Patriot Trees will be planted on the grounds of the governors’ mansions throughout the nation.

For those interested in donating funds or soil samples to this effort, visit the website Patriotsoil.org for more information.

If all goes well, Jones has one more idea in mind:

He wants to plant a “Patriot Tree” on the grounds of the veterans’ museum in Cave City when renovation work is complete.

In the meantime, though, Jones will be traveling and meeting with folks, saving the memories on film and in the charateristic “thumbs-up” pictures he is taking with his guests and friends.

Suzanne McComas, P.I.: Bad Convictions

When it comes to conducting a homicide investigation, private detective Suzanne McComas prefers her cases cold. Especially when it involves a person wrongfully convicted of murder.
A relative newcomer to Harrison County, McComas is one who relishes the effort to set things right when the justice system fails.

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It doesn’t happen often, she said, but it does occur. Out of some 30 or 40 trials where a defendant is convicted, there is a good chance that one of those convictions is wrong, McComas said.
Mistakes happen. A critical detail is missed. Investigators sometimes accept a witness at face value without checking all the facts, she said. When they occur, people get convicted of crimes they did not commit.
“There are a lot of good lawyers and law enforcement officers working everyday against a lot of pressures,” she said.
She understands those pressures.  Before becoming a P.I., McComas served six years as a military police officer in the U.S. Air Force. Afterward, she was a certified officer in Arizona, serving in the Phoenix reserves.
But despite those pressures and the errors that they may cause, it is not okay to let a bad conviction stand and allow someone to pay the price for a crime they did not commit.
“If we let that happen, it’s a perversion of the system,” McComas said. “We have to be strong enough to stand up and admit when we’re wrong.”
She’s been in private investigations since 1993.
McComas explored several branches within the private investigation field, from contract work for insurance companies to a two-year stint as a cold case homicide detective for America’s Most Wanted.
Her break into the business came from her investigations where somebody died while in the custody of authorities.
“These are tough cases,” McComas said. They force her to walk a tight line between the heightened emotions of law enforcement on one side and the demands of family members and attorneys wanting an explanation.
If a detective becomes known as a person willing to take on these kinds of cases, jobs will come from all over the country, McComas said.
“I have literally worked in every state in the union …  except Rhode Island for some reason, which is kind of weird,” McComas commented.
These tough cases established her professional career, but it’s in the world of cold case investigations where she feels she’s found her niche.
These are the cases she prefers.
“I love delving into old cases,” she said. It requires an analytical approach to investigation. “If I had my choice, I would do that more than anything.”
McComas has put together an impressive track record of success in these investigations. Every case she has taken on has resulted in a determination either that the sentence was excessive or that the wrong person had been convicted.
The task is not easy. A conviction, especially in a homicide, is not just set aside because DNA doesn’t match or another person confesses to the crime.
“You have to build a case,” she explained. “You have to pore over the details of an investigation and present evidence to get a conviction overturned.”
As an illustration of her point, her most recent success involved a man serving his 14th year of a 50-year murder sentence.
Her investigation produced a 392-page report that “blew apart the conviction,” she said. The man’s case is being re-tried in federal court and there is every indication he will be released.
“He was doing hard time in a maximum security prison, but he never waivered in his efforts to be heard,” she said.
“He was sentenced to 50 years and we’ve managed to give 35 of those years back to him,” she said.
It’s a myth that every prison inmate claims they’ve been wrongfully convicted, asserts McComas. She has logged many hours working with convicts in prisons across the country and most of the guilty ones admit it.
It’s the convicts who  persist in their efforts to prove they’re innocent of a crime, even after 20 years, that grab her attention. She has found that those who stick to it have a legitimate case.
The reasons for bad convictions sometimes result from prosecutorial misconduct. Other times, attorneys or officers miss a critical detail or they choose to believe the testimony of a witness over the accused.
McComas related the details of a case involving another investigator, a colleague, that illustrates the danger of accepting the testimony of an eyewitness without checking all the facts. It involved a woman who claimed to have seen a man commit murder from her apartment window.
“No one bothered to check and that testimony was key to his conviction. My friend re-opened the case some 18 years later, went back to the woman’s apartment and discovered that her window faced the wrong direction. It would have been impossible for the witness to have seen anything,” McComas said.
In a subsequent interview, the supposed witness admitted that she had lied.
The accused had served 18 years for murder before the truth came out.
Sometimes, though, it is the witness that isn’t questioned, she said.
In one of her most heart-wrenching cases, she was to look into the circumstances of the death of a boy in Cleveland.
Authorities ruled the death accidental, but people in the local neighborhood were angry. They were certain the case was a murder.
“I was invited by the investigators to provide a fresh perspective. When I started interviewing family members, the boy’s little brother came up and whispered in my ear that he had seen it happen,” McComas said.
The child was 4 years old.
She quickly brought a social worker to sit in while the child related the whole tragic story in brutal detail, she said. “No investigator had thought to ask the child.”
The screening process McComas undergoes in a wrongful conviction case is lengthy. She reviews about two or three cases a month and looks over them pretty hard.
“I don’t want to turn anybody down out of hand. There is always a chance that something was missed or mishandled,” she said.
Out of the 15 or so cases she reviews in a year, about two or three of them merit a deeper look.
The next step involves meeting the person.
McComas credits herself with a good intuition. She has been in law enforcement long enough to tell when people are lying to her, she said.
“They have to be honest and they have to be forthcoming about their involvement, their culpability in the crime. They also have to take into account of what they have done since landing in prison,” she said.
Agitation becomes apparent in McComas’ voice when she recalls the circumstances of one case that she was forced to abandon.
Reviewing the evidence, she was convinced that a prisoner had been wrongfully convicted of a serious charge. But while serving time, this prisoner had became a major hoodlum within the prison. The convict couldn’t keep from getting into trouble, McComas complained. He lied and persisted in compounding his own problems.
She could not get this person to save himself.
“To this day, I believe I could have helped this person. But I couldn’t work with him. He wasn’t honest and, eventually, I just had to walk away,” she said.
These investigations are only a small aspect of McComas’ body of work. She is the author of four books and has created a well-regarded rehabilitation program for prisoners preparing for release back into the world.
Her family made a farm out in Harrison County their home in November 2013.
When not traveling around the country conducting interviews and reviewing old cases, she enjoys coming home to unwind.
The countryside provides a good buffer between her family life and work.
“Harrison County has been a perfect place for my family to settle,” McComas said.