Friday morning, I woke up in a great mood. I had spent all day Thursday cleaning the house, running errands, and getting the kids prepared for a weekend at the lake with their uncle. My husband had set his alarm for three that morning, and left soon after for a guy's weekend of hunting and testosterone-filled fun at the cabin we co-own with a few other couples.
Sunday morning at seven o'clock sharp, Daddy woke me with a smack on the ass.
Eulea Parot lived in Florence County, South Carolina when she gave birth to the youngest in a string of five illegitimate children. Donald Henry "Pee Wee" Gaskins entered the world March 31, 1933, to a mother that barely noticed his birth. At the tender age of just one year, while left unattended, Gaskins drank a bottle of kerosene. This caused severe seizures until he was three years old. His mother brought men in and out of her house, paying little attention to the treatment her children received by the men. Donald, because of his small stature and big attitude, was often the target of the beatings around the house. Gaskins attended school until he tired of the daily beatings by his peers and the castigation of his teachers at the age of 11, when he dropped out in favor of working a full day at a local auto repair garage.
There are thi
ngs that you know if you are from Bloomington, Indiana. You know Mama Bear's Pizza. You know the best spots for the adrenaline rush that comes with cliff diving. You know the architecture rivals that of "Hogwarts" on the campus of Indiana University. You know exactly what it takes to "Sink the Biz." You know basketball, and you speak the name of Bobby Knight with almost reverence (At the risk of having a chair thrown at you, do not speak ill of "The General"!). You know the best live music can be found at The Bluebird or The Bishop. You know the best cuisine from throughout the world can be found in Bloomington. You know all four seasons intimately, and you know Kilroy's Sports Bar.
Christmas is supposed to be fun and full of excitement, but for one family, it only brings heartache. It was Christmas Eve when Calab was on his way to see his friends, looking at the Christmas trees that were adorned with brightly lit bulbs in bold colors and could be seen through the blinds in most of the homes along Riverside Drive in Evansville, Indiana. The air was crisp, and Calab was thankful for the ride from his brother-in-law, Richie Rivera, to see his friends at Woodland Park Apartments. Nobody knew that would be the last time Calab would see the lights on the Christmas trees or celebrate Christmas, or any other holiday with his family and friends. Nobody knew that before night's end, Calab would be dead, the victim of a single bullet wound to the head. In what seems to be normal practice, The Evansville Police Department called the death "suspicious", but little has been done to find out what happened to Calab Luckett.