Serial Saturday

Alright Vodkaman, here we go :)

July 15, 1982 - I was 16 years old, it was the middle of my summer break from High School getting ready for my senior year. Things were rough, I had broken up with a boyfriend and that action had fractioned our group of friends and I was on the outs with many of them. I was focused on that and I honestly don't remember this story breaking. It wasn't until a month later that it would hit my radar.

On this day two boys, one getting ready to start his sophomore year at that same High School, were riding bikes in the area of this bridge. They looked down and saw what looked like a mannequin floating in the water just below the bridge. It wasn't a mannequin.

Wendy Lee Coffield was 16 years old, same as me, but her life was much different than mine. She had already dabbled in prostitution, something I couldn't of imagined in my life at the time. That was her undoing. She wasn't the first victim at the hands of what we would soon be calling the Green River Killer, but she was the first to be found.

Years later there would be a further coincidence between me and the boy who found Wendy besides High School. We both would end up working at the same place and have done so for many years now. He's someone I see frequently.

From where I'm standing to take this blip, I am across the levee road from the pond I frequent for blips. Where I park there is less than 100 yards from where I parked today. Where I parked today is the likely spot where the Green River Killer parked almost 30 years ago. It can all be a beautiful spot, but it has quite the blemish.

p.s., finally, back to a bird blip :) Look at all the seagulls on the bridge.