Discharged as An Undesirable. He did some Goofy things and taking a superior officer's vehicle for a spin was one of them.
Duane wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The Army realized it right away. He has dozens of arrests and a pile of convictions that corroborate the Army's assessment: undesirable. Unable to perform. Lacking ability. Lacking character.
So this same bumbling guy who cant even pull off a joyride or a purse snatch without getting caught conceives and executes the crime of the century and outwits the nations' top law enforcement minds.
Jo, how likely is that? Do you really think Duane the incompetant bumbler morphed into Superman?
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These are question I have tried to figure out myself and he was also reported by the family to be a problem child. I think he was just running with the wrong crowed and on thing led to another. Duane probably even took the fall for others - it was how he was cut. Yet, he wanted to do better and he would give you the shirt off his back. He loved to play Santa Claus with some of the poor people I worked with. We would make Santa deliveries - We would take the packages to the door and then he would go back to the van and I would do my HO HO in my red jacket and Knock on the door and run run run. Actually that was fun fun fun.
Kids and dogs - he knew just what they needed in love and discipline - never condesending.
Never forget the smile on his face one night when he got to play a real daddy...
He arranged to get possession of 3 bags - it was a friday afternoon. He walked in and asked me where my daughter was. She had her own apartment downstairs - living area , wet bar, bath, bedroom.
We let her decorate it the way she wanted. There was a spare bedroom behind the bar, but she likes the other one which had pipes and looked like a dungeon, but that was the room she wanted made in to a bedroom and we did it.
He layed the nickel bags down on the kitchen bar and some wrappers and a box of matches.
He told me to tell her to come up stairs. He asked her about her plans for the weekend and then told her to cancel them.
He said "you know what that is for
now roll one for me and one for your mother and for me. She was dressed to die for going out.
I refused the one made for me - but the two of them smoked theirs. The look on both of their faces told the story. It was a FATHER DAUGHTER STORY.
Duane was a good father to her and taught her responsiblities and they like to play games - board games and card games.
Of course she was grounded for 2 wks after I was told what she had been doing.
Duane worked hard at his job and as far as I know he did not run around on me. He could be a goof ball and then be serious as a hard attack. As I said be fore I kept my money separate what little I had , but Duane did a good job with her as a DaD.
When I would get mad at the two of them and I was getting readly to let them have it - it always came out Duwanna. I would be saying both of their name together of if they had been misbehaving. I believe he would have taken a bullet for her and so would I. I regret that Duane and I had to travel so much leaving her on her own for about 3 days. When it was possible I would stay in the area an work the local leads and let him go else where.
All those yrs and the only thing he did that made me feel he was afraid was in Virginian Bch, Va.
Every time we went into a restuarant he was looking all around like he was looking for someone - later I knew he was worried about being found out as some of his Johnny Collins friends supposedly lived in the area. But after a while he was comfortable with it. We made some friends - just casual, but we usually did everything together. We bought a travel trailer and used that to work some of the coastal areas and to have some fun.
He was an ordinary insurance salesman making good money and then opening his own office ahd having 8 guys working under him all over the state.
Had his own Office and meeting room the company rented. He was at his best during that time.
The one bad thing that happened in VA- he came home drunk on night and he was crying and telling me he was responsible for some one dying.
I though maybe he had been in an auto accident - but the car was ok. He was crying and saying "Its my fault, he tried to copy me and Its my fault he died." I have NO idea what he was rambling about...he was drunk - very drunk. A few yrs after we moved to FL he die and it was in that last yr. he started to say other things that did not make sense. I would just look at him and ask him what he had been drinkin? Showin me his hand and a scar he had, talking about Weber Bread and something else named after him - I pop off with Weber grill.
He tried to tell me about something on a plane - I just didn't get it. He tried to tell me what he had done on that night, but I wasn't ready for it and he didn't really know how much time he had left....so the dicussion ended. The drunk fell asleep with my petting his head.
When you saw Duane you saw Symba - our poodle. Duane had insecurities about meeting new people in the Pensacola area - we owned a home and I had a job - I expect if someone had recognized him he would have been on the run. He was real concerned about a man who came into the shop who was a Private detective....the man was just a collector and they actually made friends - retired military.
You see I did NOT know the Criminal Duane was. Oh well too much information and I am bored.
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These are question I have tried to figure out myself and he was also reported by the family to be a problem child. I think he was just running with the wrong crowed and on thing led to another. Duane probably even took the fall for others - it was how he was cut. Yet, he wanted to do better and he would give you the shirt off his back. He loved to play Santa Claus with some of the poor people I worked with. We would make Santa deliveries - We would take the packages to the door and then he would go back to the van and I would do my HO HO in my red jacket and Knock on the door and run run run. Actually that was fun fun fun.
Kids and dogs - he knew just what they needed in love and discipline - never condesending.
Never forget the smile on his face one night when he got to play a real daddy...
He arranged to get possession of 3 bags - it was a friday afternoon. He walked in and asked me where my daughter was. She had her own apartment downstairs - living area , wet bar, bath, bedroom.
We let her decorate it the way she wanted. There was a spare bedroom behind the bar, but she likes the other one which had pipes and looked like a dungeon, but that was the room she wanted made in to a bedroom and we did it.
He layed the nickel bags down on the kitchen bar and some wrappers and a box of matches.
He told me to tell her to come up stairs. He asked her about her plans for the weekend and then told her to cancel them.
He said "you know what that is for
now roll one for me and one for your mother and for me. She was dressed to die for going out.
I refused the one made for me - but the two of them smoked theirs. The look on both of their faces told the story. It was a FATHER DAUGHTER STORY.
Duane was a good father to her and taught her responsiblities and they like to play games - board games and card games.
Of course she was grounded for 2 wks after I was told what she had been doing.
Duane worked hard at his job and as far as I know he did not run around on me. He could be a goof ball and then be serious as a hard attack. As I said be fore I kept my money separate what little I had , but Duane did a good job with her as a DaD.
When I would get mad at the two of them and I was getting readly to let them have it - it always came out Duwanna. I would be saying both of their name together of if they had been misbehaving. I believe he would have taken a bullet for her and so would I. I regret that Duane and I had to travel so much leaving her on her own for about 3 days. When it was possible I would stay in the area an work the local leads and let him go else where.
All those yrs and the only thing he did that made me feel he was afraid was in Virginian Bch, Va.
Every time we went into a restuarant he was looking all around like he was looking for someone - later I knew he was worried about being found out as some of his Johnny Collins friends supposedly lived in the area. But after a while he was comfortable with it. We made some friends - just casual, but we usually did everything together. We bought a travel trailer and used that to work some of the coastal areas and to have some fun.
He was an ordinary insurance salesman making good money and then opening his own office ahd having 8 guys working under him all over the state.
Had his own Office and meeting room the company rented. He was at his best during that time.
The one bad thing that happened in VA- he came home drunk on night and he was crying and telling me he was responsible for some one dying.
I though maybe he had been in an auto accident - but the car was ok. He was crying and saying "Its my fault, he tried to copy me and Its my fault he died." I have NO idea what he was rambling about...he was drunk - very drunk. A few yrs after we moved to FL he die and it was in that last yr. he started to say other things that did not make sense. I would just look at him and ask him what he had been drinkin? Showin me his hand and a scar he had, talking about Weber Bread and something else named after him - I pop off with Weber grill.
He tried to tell me about something on a plane - I just didn't get it. He tried to tell me what he had done on that night, but I wasn't ready for it and he didn't really know how much time he had left....so the dicussion ended. The drunk fell asleep with my petting his head.
When you saw Duane you saw Symba - our poodle. Duane had insecurities about meeting new people in the Pensacola area - we owned a home and I had a job - I expect if someone had recognized him he would have been on the run. He was real concerned about a man who came into the shop who was a Private detective....the man was just a collector and they actually made friends - retired military.
You see I did NOT know the Criminal Duane was. Oh well too much information and I am bored.
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