I thought I should weigh in here. Actually it prompted me to register as a user. Let me introduce my self: tooxox which is pronounced as Two Socks. It is the Aztec word for "Oh! My feet are hot, i'd best step away from the fire." Born and raised Tyronian grad mid '80s. Brat Pak era!
My purpose for this post is to defend a a person I knew. I do consulting work for clients in the Central PA area, so on the afternoon of February 9, 2004 my cell rang and I was told to take a breather and rush over from State College to Tyrone because a mutual friend had "met his maker". It was kind of a mop-up thing because the police had been called and were now gone. An unresponsive male on the 1400 block of Pennsylvania had, indeed, died. Body gone. House empty. The lady next door and I put things in place while the owner in Jersey could come and change the locks. Pretty house, I have to say.
Now the "still on a slab" body does not exist that was described in the previous post. Cremation took place within two days of the incedent and said male had a joint funeral before the month was over because his mother colapsed in Huntingdon when the police came to inform her of his death. She had lost her two other sons the year before to cancer and an accident. 82, God bless her soul.
Thus, to shorten this thread, dead person was not "hooked on coke". That phrase is so! outdated. Said dead person was taking a medication at the time that prevented him from being strung out on anything. All of his friends knew this. There was a full bottle of Vodka with only one shot missing. It is possible that he did a one-time thing that was a mistake. We will never know. Nor, is it our business.
Two things I will say. Does a "hooked on coke" dude get out rolls of wall paper and tools to brighten his house? Does he buy six gallons of fresh paint for his rooms two days before Saint Peter's appointment? So, does he go out and shovel snow for his two neighbors. Does he roast a chicken make a sauce and brown potatoes then share it with the neighbors hours before his death? I don't know. This was the state of things when I got to the house. I would think he would spend all of his time snorting and clutching a remote with a glassy-eyed stare while horror flicks play on his 13 inch TV!
Also, the reason the (officer?) in charge told you nothing, is because you are a third party individual who is not entitled to information in regard to a person who died and may be part of an on-going criminal investigation.
You gave your name, and, checking with his friends, you are a stranger to the deceased. There would be no information available to you.
This much I am permitted to say. The police department asked me, and
a few others to come and be interviewed. A neighbor or two submitted information. But, since we are not blood relatives we are not entitled to anything more, and realize this is how people in a free society are protected, live or dead. And, at the time the police were investigating many leads concerning dealers working out of Altoona who were operating in Tyrone. One actually had done kitchen work for the deceased because he had been married to a friend. Worker man was trying to open a legitamate business in Tyrone. Maybe tatoo parlor or smoke shop. Who knows. At the same time there were also three others within spitting distance of that block that the police were hoping this tragedy would fence some closure. The news and chats were full in early 2004. That is probably why the kind police officer let you sit and rant (while he was thinking about what he was going to order for lunch). Officerman is geared to listen to anybody (in the event something of importance might be spilled). He at the same time keeps a tight lip on
his own business. I see it on on every episode the "cop shows" that you reference.
So, in memory of a friend of many, many people, who died way too young and influenced a number of hearts, I will say this much, he was far too giving and saw the good side of everybody. This may have been his downfall. We will never know. But, I do know he would not write a blog describing a stranger's untimely death as lothsome and drug induced.
Happy trails to you..... Tooxox
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