I recall that sunny Monday morning was August 27, 1990 when I was on my way to work and heard the news on Kiss 105 that the bodies of two young college women had been found the day before. Those were the first....Sonja Larson and Christina Powell in Williamsburg Apartments. Soon after, the severed head and body of Christa Hoyt were found in her home. And finally the bodies of Tracy Paules and Manny Taboada were found in Gatorwood Apartments off Archer Road.
That was sixteen years ago and now the pathetic bastard who murdered them in cold blood is going to die tomorrow. I've always had mixed feelings about the death penalty but if you lived here when I did, in an apartment at Casablanca with three friends, if you went through living in an apartment where every time the door rang, you brandished a knife in the face of whoever was at your door, you would understand why I think the son of a bitch has to die for his crimes.
I hope God doesn't look too harshly upon me when I say that at 6:10 p.m. tomorrow night, ten minutes after the execution of Danny Rolling begins, I will breathe a sigh of relief when his heart beats its last beat, when he takes his last breath, it will finally be over. Maybe that moment, the families and friends of the victims, and those who lived here as I did and remember the terrible fear, will finally be able to put that awful memory to rest.