Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this fella, Harold Cappy Gordon. Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? Harold Cappy Gordon pictures, that’s what they’re lookin’ for, I reckon. Heard tell he was born way back in ’53, in some place called Oakland, California. Never been there myself, too busy workin’ the land, you know?
Now, Cappy, they called him. Kinda name you give a dog, or maybe a mischievous kid. Don’t know why they called him that, but folks do strange things, ain’t they? He lived a good long while, I guess, till 2014. Ended up in Marion, Montana. That’s way up north, cold country. Brrr, just thinkin’ about it gives me the shivers.
- Born: May 23, 1953, Oakland, California, USA
- Died: January 12, 2014, Marion, Montana, USA
- Buried: Home of Eternity Cemetery, Oakland, California
They say he’s buried back in Oakland, in some fancy-named cemetery. Home of Eternity, they call it. Sounds like a place for rich folks, not for the likes of us. But I guess when you’re gone, you’re gone, don’t matter where you’re planted.
Now, there’s more to this story, somethin’ darker. There was this fella, Mark Bolton Ames, and his wife, Julia. They lived near Cappy, in Marion. Neighbors, they were supposed to be. But neighbors ain’t always friendly, let me tell ya. There was trouble brewin’, like a storm cloud gatherin’ over the fields.
Seems like there was a dog involved too, a black lab. Poor thing got caught in the middle of it all. And then, the worst happened. Cappy, he got shot. Killed dead, right there near his house. January 12th, they say. Cold day for dyin’, real cold.
Mark Bolton Ames, he got charged with murder. Deliberate homicide, the fancy folks call it. Means he meant to do it, ain’t no accident. Fifty-two years old, he was. Old enough to know better, you ask me. But anger, it can make a fool of anyone.
They even made a TV show about it, on somethin’ called “Fear Thy Neighbor.” “Deadly Duplex,” they named the episode. Guess folks like watchin’ other people’s troubles. Me, I got enough troubles of my own, don’t need to borrow nobody else’s.
So, this Cappy Gordon, he’s gone now. Just a name in the papers, a face on the TV screen. But his story, it reminds ya that life can be short, and sometimes cruel. And that even in the quietest places, trouble can find ya. It makes you think, don’t it? About livin’ right, and treatin’ folks decent.
They’re still lookin’ for pictures of him, seems like. Harold Cappy Gordon pictures. Maybe they wanna remember what he looked like, before the trouble started. Maybe they wanna see if they can spot somethin’ in his eyes, some sign of what was to come. I don’t know. But I hope they find peace, all of ’em. The livin’ and the dead.
And that’s all I know about this Harold Cappy Gordon. A man born, a man lived, a man died. Just like the rest of us, in the end. Only his end, it came too soon, and too violent. Makes you appreciate the sunshine, and the birds singin’, and a warm cup of coffee in the mornin’. ‘Cause you never know when it’ll all be gone.
This whole thing, it’s a mess, ain’t it? Neighbors fightin’, dogs gettin’ hurt, and folks gettin’ killed. Just goes to show ya, you gotta be careful who you trust. And you gotta be ready for anything, ’cause life can throw you a curveball when you least expect it.
So, next time you hear about some trouble in the news, remember Cappy Gordon. Remember that even in the quietest corners of the world, things can go wrong. And be thankful for what you got, ’cause it can all disappear in a blink of an eye. That’s the truth of it, plain and simple. No fancy words, just the way things are.
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