about Jams, that crazy diamond. You can say anything about her you want, but I know differently.
Let me go back to the begining.
I didn't follow this case the whole first year. I took one look at that little girl and didn't want to know who killed her. I knew just by seeing her that this was going to get real ugly. Sure enough, the first thing I saw was her picture plastered all over the tabloids. So, I completely avoided it.

The only thing I heard that whole firsr year was two things I overheard. The first thing I heard was that there were no footprints coming in or out of the snow. My first reaction was, "Oh no, the Simpsons have moved to Boulder."
What do you mean, there were no footprints coming in or out of the snow? I remember driving afterwards trying to figure out how you could commit this crime and not leave footprints. I dropped it because mostly due to a total lack of interest.

The second thing I heard was a theory. "Have you heard the latest Ramsey theory"?
"No, but nor do I particularily want to."
"Well, here it is, like it or not."
"Shecamein,caughthim,swungathim,missedhim,hither." She had more tatoos then teeth so it was a little hard to make it out.

I remember to this day where I was the day Kennedy got shot.
I remember the instant I got interested in the JonBenet case.
I had just returned from the refigerator having grab a bear, and the cable was tuned to the A and E channel. I sat down, grabbed the remote and was getting ready to use it, when something odd struck me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Ever had that feeling?

They were showing a picture of the house. I got this odd feeling within me. The same feeling I got whenever I saw that sixth floor book depository window. That, what's wrong with this picture, feeling? Ever had that?

Anyway, I'm getting ready to change the channel but something is stopping me. I can't get over this odd feeling. Somethings not right, here. What's missing?

Then it hit me like a bear swiping a tired tuna. Oh my God! There's no snow! Around the back of the house there's no snow!

Then Bill Kurtis said it was a false police leak.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck.
Then he said it hadn't been corrected for over a year and the McMartin case flashed in my brain.
"Oh, my, we're doing it again."
Trial by the herd.
I haven't been the same since. I watched the show and by the end of the two hours I had it 50-50 the Ramseys hadn't killed their daughter.

I watched another special, boughgt the book, Perfect Muredr, Perfect Town, then heard the Ramseys had written a book. I got that. In there I heard about the case being all over the Internet.

At that time I had never use a computer, and didn't even know how to get on the internet. But son of Bayes had a computer and he knew how to get there. Son of Bayes no longer has a computer. I have it.

To make a long story longer, life and I went our separate ways about two years before this case broke. It was a mutual thang. I was on to it and life doesn't tolerate that. I had become a recluse and was totally enjoying my non life, studying the works of Bayes the elder, Albert the questioner, Richard, the Quantum guy, and Sherlock the investigator, when that little girl came into my living room that night.

You know what I think happened? I think that before she left us, she breathed a little of the life she would never have into mine. That's what I think happened. Otherwise I can't explain it.

Nothing has been the same with me since.

In any case, I stated working feverously on this case. I sent a theory I had to Jameson. She totally disagreed with it. I told her I wanted to post on her webpage but had just gotten over cancer and was dead broke and no prospects for the future. (All this is true, by the way. I didn't lie to her just to be able to post).

Although she totally disagreed with my theory, she allowed me to post for nothing. She carried me. My thinking was, and still is, that she was not as much interested in who's right as in who did it.

You can say whatever you want about her, but my feeling has been all along, the Ramseys could search the whole globe and not find a better friend. She has taken more shots then the Ramseys, themselves, yet has never waivered. You don't find friends like that very often in life. Say what you want, I say,,,

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Just thought I'd let you know.