Covered in Crisco and Ready to Party!

RI police arrest man found naked and covered in Crisco

Thomas Geyer
Tuesday, August 7, 2012 10:01 pm

Rock Island police arrested a man found naked and covered in cooking spray early Monday in the downtown area.

Officers responded to the call of a naked man at 3:27 a.m. in the 2200 block of 3rd Avenue, where they found him carrying a pair of shorts.

Rock Island Deputy Chief of Police Jeff VenHuizen said the man, Chad William Forber, 41, of Blue Grass, told officers he had taken off his shorts because they were too big and would not stay on.

“He said he had been dropped off somewhere on 11th Street and that he had walked to the area where he was apprehended,” VenHuizen said. “He had lathered himself up in Crisco. He was covered in grease, and was holding the can under his arm.

“He said he was looking for a place to party,” VenHuizen added.

When officers searched the man’s shorts, they seized a quantity of drugs they suspected were methamphetamine.

Rock Island County prosecutors have charged Forber with possession of less than five grams of methamphetamine, a Class 3 Felony under Illinois law that carries a prison sentence of two to five years.

Forber also is charged with resisting a peace officer and possession of drug paraphernalia, both Class A misdemeanors that carry a jail sentence of up to one year.

A charge of lewd exposure was dismissed.

Forber was being held Tuesday night in the Rock Island County Jail on $40,000 bond.

'Merica: Land of Football and Jesus

Yes, both those flags are attached to the front of this car.  No, it's not Fourth of July.  You figure that one out.

Trash-tastic

The amount of litter here is astounding.  Most of these people apparently have never heard of trash cans.  This is a shot of the hideous empty lot across the street from my house.  Piles of McDonald's cups there on the left, but the entire lot is full of trash.  There is one lone tree in the center that has an ugly, angry red sign hanging from it that says, "No Trespassing".  Maybe I'll run over there next spring and throw a bunch of flower seeds on the ground so it's not quite so ugly.

My house is on a major street.  People will throw entire bags of trash from fast food restaurants, cigarette butts, soda cans and bottles and any other thing on the floor of their cars out the window right into my neatly kept and prettily landscaped yard.  At first I tried picking it all up once a week, but it's so bad it fills up my trash can so now I just rake it back into the street.

Both my neighbors are businesses.  They also have a hard time keeping up with the litter.  One has two large planters with pretty trees growing in them.  I have frequently witnessed people walking by and using them as trash cans and ashtrays.  It's disgusting, I'm sure they get pee'd in as well.

  Filthy, filthy people.  I miss California!

So Many Car Lengths Back

In driver's education they talk about staying a car length from the car in front of you for each 10 mph you're going.  Here, they really take that advice seriously.  I sit through traffic light after traffic light because these morons leave 2 car lengths between themselves and the car in front of them at dead stops.  It makes me crazy when I'm in a hurry!

Creeper with a Car Alert!!

Don't take rides from strangers!  The text on the back of the car says, "Love is our Weapon" the text on both sides says,"To punish and enslave".  YIKES!  Internet searches turn up no match for these creepy quotes except a possible nod to Transformer's Evilbot.  Creeeeeeeptastic!

Mysterious Resthaven Cemetery

The more I delve into the history of this place the stranger it becomes.  There is a prison here, out in the east end of town.  It was originally built and functioned as an insane asylum.  At some point in the early 1980's it became a prison.  There was a cemetery on the property when it was an asylum.  When the asylum became a prison the graveyard was moved (and word around Rock Island County Courthouse is that it is now considered a pauper's cemetery).  What I gather from the local news and such is that the grave markers were moved, no one is quite certain if the bodies were moved or not.  Here is a shot of the entrance to the cemetery.  There are very few actual grave markers here, as you can see.  

 Most of the markers look like the one below, the grass is over growing the grave markers and there don't appear to be any relatively fresh graves here.  There are some very out of place looking more modern markers in the very back.

When my boyfriend and I got out of the car to check out the cemetery we heard strange noises.  There wasn't a soul in sight but it sounded like voices were coming from the corn field across the street.  There was also a mangy looking cat in the bushes near our car who yowled at us the entire time we were there.  We tried to check on him, but he didn't appear to be hurt, just angry that we were in his cemetery.  There was an eerie feeling permeating the place and so we only stayed about 20 minutes.  We read that the borders of the land belonging to the asylum were the nearby hills surrounding the area.  We tried to drive the boarders and ended up on a service road behind the prison.  We found a small grassy area near what appeared to be a firing range that was chained off with a sign reading "Resthaven".  There were no grave markers, I suspect the bodies may still be there while the markers were moved to the place in the photo above, about a mile away.  More research confirmed that the bodies were buried just behind the infirmary in the asylum, not sure what part of the prison this correlates too.  Interesting, none the less.  A great place to visit for Halloween kicks.

Chicken Stalker: Francis Dickens

While wandering through a creepy old cemetery in Moline, IL my son came across a well kept tomb stone (most others in the cemetery were leaning on each other and had ceased to maintain straight lines) and became excited.  I realized it was the grave marker of Francis Dickens, one of Charles Dickens' sons.  Unsurprisingly, Francis Dickens ran into misfortune here.  He stopped at a friend's house on the eve of the start of his lecture tour and died that night.  Google turned up little of note about the late Francis Dickens save the fact that his father didn't seem to think much of his ambitions and nick named him "Chicken Stalker". The Mounty's (with whom he was employed prior to the doomed lecture trip which brought him through Moline) thought him lazy, drunk and reckless.

We were taken with the cemetery and how badly it was maintained.  There was a newer part to the cemetery that was beautiful and had neat rows of hills for us to climb and view of Moline's skyline (The Kone Building).  The ground was so soft and sandy and there were places where graves were sinking and wearing away and the interments were starting to stick out of the ground. The older parts of the cemetery were surrounded by trees and if you started walking through them you'd find cast away headstones for graves that had washed out.  We wondered if there were remains just under our feet.  It didn't seem possible that someone had been moving caskets back into place while the ground washed away.

Enjoy some pics of my creepy neighborhood cemetery, Riverside Cemetery:

Row after row of graves stones leaning every which way, most have no names, some are numbered but they're not in any type of order.

The newer part of the cemetery has these cool hills cut into it.  The entire cemetery winds up a hill above a water park.

More rows leaning and sinking, above yet MORE un-maked graves.

The grave of Francis Dickens, A.K.A. Chicken Stalker.

Grave markers just leaning on one another in Riverside Cemetery, Moline, IL.