[miss marmelstein]

I always thought Hauptman was as guilty as hell. I do remember that the window was open and that a handmade ladder was pressed against the house. The wood of the ladder matched wood in Hauptman’s garage, I believe. I know his widow carried on for years claiming he was innocent and getting some pretty famous people to believe her, too. I ain’t buyin’.

Anyway, how cool to have a granddad who witnessed the “Trial of the Century.”

[ArtDodger]

Another story about my grandfather. His first day as a photographer at the paper, the editors told him to go to Princeton and get a some good shots of Einstein. It was a standing joke to send the cubs down there as Einstein and the university NEVER allowed interviews. In short order, the university administration’s door was slammed in my granddad’s face. As he was walking to his car, he saw a woman sitting and crying. He asked if she was ok. She wanted to make a birthday cake for her father but had no eggs and didn't have a driver's license. Grandad took her to the market. On the way back, he discovered she was Einstein's daughter! She talked to her dad and said, ‘Papa said you can take some pictures but you will have to come along with him in a little boat as he is going fishing.’ When Grandpa returned to the newspaper, the office guys were ribbing him and asked if he got some good photos. He tossed the film on the desk and said, ‘develop this’. In 2 years, he was their chief photographer.