The Kidnapping of Nancy Guthrie

The now week-old kidnapping of Nancy Guthrie, the mother of news anchor Savannah Guthrie, has made national headlines in addition to consuming a lot of local attention here.  I haven't been one to comment on current events lately mainly because I don't have anything to add to what's already been said.  I risk that with this posting, but nonetheless here we go.

The news of the Bitcoin ransom broke shortly after this, with my thinking that there might be a few out there trying to scam the family as that scam emails starting popping up in my spam folder with one of the email accounts that I have.  The scammer claimed to have access to my files and had been watching me with a webcam, which is not possible as that the computers I use have them all disabled.  Sure enough, someone from California was caught demanding a ransom via Bitcoin, and in spite of covering all of his tracks he was caught.  And I hope he's locked away for so long that when he gets out there is no one left alive who remembers what happened.

Of course, as I write this, Nancy Guthrie remains kidnapped, and there is no proof one way or the other that she is even alive.  Ransom demands are still coming, the investigation is ongoing in addition to being intense, and although I have read up on all of the publicly available details that doesn't tell me how close the Pima County Sheriff's Department is to solving this case.

And since I don't know, I will speculate some on this.

There is something that's not right with this.  By that I mean, whoever did this had to have some inside knowledge of the family and residence.  This suggests that a family member, either by blood or by marriage, knows some things about this that the rest of us doesn't know.  This also suggests that there is a motive behind this that is connected to some inner drama of that family.

I say this because the victim here, Nancy Guthrie, is difficult to keep alive relative to most of the rest of us.  She is in need of some medications that must be taken on a daily basis for starters, and since to our knowledge, those medications weren't taken with her, this suggests that whoever did this really isn't interested in keeping her alive.

Also, this happened in the dead of night.  Whoever did this is well familiar with her residence.  He or she knew which security cameras to unplug, may have known that an understaffed sheriff's department would not be quick enough in responding to prevent this (and/or knew something about the company doing the monitoring, if applicable), and had to have had entry somehow.  

Would Nancy Guthrie have let some stranger in who knocked on the door in the dead of night?  Or was this a forced entry?  I don't know how the intruder got in, but I can speculate that the intruder or intruders knew some things about that residence that were just not known to the general public.

Of course the kidnapper(s) could have scoped it out beforehand.  Is it possible that it was someone who came over there to fix the air conditioner or clean the pool?  That kind of person might have had the knowledge needed for this.

Like most of the rest of us, I would like to see Nancy Guthrie emerge from this alive and well.  I am hoping that a family member or close associate is NOT involved, because that would be, in my opinion, one way for this situation to be much worse than it would be otherwise.

I could also be wrong about all or some of this, and if I am, then it won't be a blow to my ego.

1/24/26: Odds, Ends, and Musings

These are very interesting times we are living in.  I could go on about what's been happening in Minneapolis recently, but I am not.  Anything I could say about it has already been duplicated many times over on social media platforms and comments sections of news sites that choose to have them.  And as it is, this really isn't something I feel like discussing, thus this post will be odds, ends, and random musings.  So here we go.

As of the past couple of months I have developed an appreciation for hot sauces like never before.  This started some six months ago when I started putting some on some of the food that I eat, and bolstered more by that trip to New Mexico last November.  I have since broken open those bottles that I've brought back.  I've since discovered that most of the brands I got over there can be gotten over here, with one exception, and that being the La Anita red sauce that I got in a four ounce bottle.  That was one of my favorites of that bunch, with El Yucatero being almost rocket fuel and is used somewhat sparingly.

Of the major brands, my favorite are the Cholula sauces, with their red sauce and their chili garlic sauce being the favorites there.  Zing, but not rocket fuel.  I still have those chili pods that I brought back from Silver City and yes, I really need to get off my sitting end and make some from scratch.  I have found that adding sauce has helped some with my digestive tract.  The issues I had been having have since passed with using sauces.  I am convinced that there are health benefits to these sauces.  I don't usually add them though when we're out to eat at any Mexican place, since the local favorite dishes don't need any additional ingredients.

Also over the past couple of months, I've been very busy in ham radio.  The thinking is that the solar peak has passed, and the we're in the downward slope of the solar cycle.  I am trying to make the most of these conditions while we have them.  I'm up to 159 countries worked already.  I've also made some good friends via the local ham radio club scene, as that I'm active in two clubs and I've learned a lot.

Over in the precious metals market, I'm amazed at what gold and silver has done, especially silver.  I have kicked myself many times over for not buying more gold back when it was $310 an ounce or so, but I did stock up on silver coins when silver was $4.50 an ounce.  I wanted to get some dates/mints that I didn't have, and the side benefit was that I regarded it as a long term investment.  I could sell off 10% of what I bought and recover the dollars that I put into it, but it goes without saying that the dollars I recover are worth less than what I spent back in the day.  I can make the argument that I should have bought more silver, but I stopped when I felt like I had had enough, aside from the one ounce bullion coins that some countries have issued.  Now that silver's broken the $100 an ounce barrier, I don't see myself buying any.  I'm wondering if we have a bubble here that's getting ready to burst.  My gut tells me there's still some upside potential, but I'm also old enough to remember silver breaking the $50 an ounce barrier back in 1980 and how far it fell from that level before it picked up again.

As for retirement, I'll admit that I've toyed with the idea of coming out of it and returning to one of my former employers as a consultant, but that won't be happening until April at the earliest if I do.  If the work is interesting I could see doing some.  Thing of it is, I have given myself too much to do, some of it fun, some of it necessary, and things aren't where I want them to be.  My problem is that if I get too close to the goalposts then I move them further back.  Maybe deep down inside there's this fear of not having enough to do.  I have changed jobs on the grounds that there wasn't enough to do.  I am busier now than I was a year ago, and yes, I sometimes joke about going back to the workforce so that I can get some rest.

Yes, there's more to do.  More recipes to try out.  More books to read.  Some foreign languages to study.  Some things to sort out.  Some guns to shoot.  Some fish to catch.  Some places to visit.  And some family history to research.

And speaking of which, there is an unverified trace to William the Conqueror, as well as an unverified trace to Charlemagne.  I have read where ole William is the ancestor to quite a percentage of those of British blood, and I've got at least a pint of British blood flowing thru my veins.  I probably ought to go ahead and pop for one of those DNA tests.  

With that I'm going to call this one a wrap, and maybe in the next entry or two I'll do some musing about Star Trek.  

Cheers, beers, and don't forget to pet a dog or a cat!