(This true-crime event took place the night of Nov. 13th 1981.)
A duck hunt loomed in the morning so I hit the bed early, where my wife Shirley (six-months pregnant) was reading. Elaine, her sister, was due home from the show any minute……
Suddenly all hell broke loose downstairs— door crashed in, shrieks, bumps, whacks. “Shut-up!”
“Oh NO!! NO!!”
“SHUT UP, I SAID!!”
Geezum! Somebody broke in?! And I could hear Elaine screaming. I leaped from my bed to the gun rack, grabbed the pump shotgun and started slipping in shells.
“Don’t shoot!” came Elaine’s cry from the darkness downstairs. She...