MANY OF US know Curtis Lovelace. For those of you not from sleepy old Quincy, Illinois, Curtis was indicted for the murder of his wife yesterday. She died in 2006. Click here for The Whig story.
You can't make this up.
Sadness. That's the main emotion. I know the family a little bit and I can't begin to imagine what it's like for his four kids, his new wife, his new step-son. I played at Curtis' wedding last December, with his son. I gave his son guitar lessons this year. I saw Curtis all the time when he was an Assistant State's Attorney and I covered crime for The Whig. I liked him and he was always fair and good to me.
When something like this happens, rumor and speculation fill the air. As always, I caution everybody that there is a lot more to this story. There are two sides, every time. The truth? Well, that's the elusive thing, isn't it?
Incoherent babbling on a media website just makes it worse. So I'm done with those sites.
Patience is in short supply right now. I pray for Curtis' family, and pray this whole thing comes to light and gets figured out.
That's all you can, and should, do.