Penelope’s Loom

 Well, this was how he wanted to look.  Here is what Hoover actually looked like: Not such a bad, eh? But, oh, did he gain weight -- and jowls -- in later years.... So, what were his dates?  January 1, 1895 – May 2, 1972, and yes, he did live (a little while) during the reign of Nixon the first.  Hoover was also in charge of the FBI for more than FORTY years.  Yeah, I know...a long time, right? Fun fact:  he was born to  Anna Marie  and Dickerson Naylor Hoover.  His mother would play an instrumental role in her son's life.  Edgar grew up amidst the political society of Washington DC, and would live there until his death, in 1972.  When he was in high school, he joined the debate team, where he excelled.  Contemporaries remembered that he argued against the vote for women, and passionately supported the death penalty.  He was particularly courageous in his participation, because he had a serious stutter as a young man, but he trained himself to speak quickly, which aided his speech

So, who were the Clyde Barrow Gang, known colloquially as "Bonnie and Clyde?"  They were among a number of Depression Era gangsters, who were overly romanticized by the newspapers and rural populations, as was their romance.  And, no, he wasn't 6'3".   Bonnie was 4'11″ , and Clyde was 5'4″.  Yup, you read that correctly.  Frankly, I'm amazed she or he were able to drive the get-a-way car. The gang preferred to rob Mom and Pop stores and funeral homes. Really????? What the hell is it with these Depression-era criminals and their weird ass heists?  Bonnie and Clyde met at the house of one of her friends, and reports suggest that it was instant attraction.  By February, 1932, they embarked on a series of robberies, which landed Bonnie briefly in jail.  She rejoined Clyde within a few days of her release, and the crime spree continued.  Things got ever more serious, particularly after a robbery at a small store, where the shop owner was killed.  His wife

  Notice to you, Dear Reader: I have a family emergency, so I'll be taking this week off...but will return next week! Be well....

 What I’m going to write about this week, is still in the recent past—the early 2000’s. It's about two forgotten people:  one a beautiful but unknown actress, and the second a revolutionary from the early days of Rock and Roll.  But, in the ephemeral memory of many Americans, who even knows who Lana Clarkson or Phil Spector were? I guarantee you, that many of you reading this epistle, are scratching your respective heads. First, why would an historian be writing about this crime? You might be thinking, 'because you're clearly fascinated by crime, silly!' There is truth in this.  I have always thought that certain crimes can dramatically provide an accurate snapshot of a time and place.  The murder of Lana Clarkson is certainly no exception, because it was a grisly end to the career (and life) of someone who changed the face of American rock and roll music. And, there is no denying that R&R of the 50s, was dramatically influential in shaping the youth culture of the