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Re: Sharin' Morningstar Keenan
Sep 1, 2006 5:27 PM
Sharin' Morningstar Keenan. Please remember that name.
I'm very sorry for your loss and how it has effected your whole family lives throughout this whole ordeal in the authorities looking for him. I'm in the hopes that this will alleviate your thoughts that this guy named Dennis M. Howe using many other aliases, who had committed this auful crime, is still amoung the living. I'm afraid I'd have to say myself, since July of 1998, he very well could be among the not breathing. I'll tell you my story and you can make up your own minds.
It all began in 1998;
Canada's Most Wanted Criminal Still?
Most are good people at heart and I thank you very much for your time in reading this true story of mine. Do you think that is it possible to see into the future? Well,.... we all know we can see into the past, and I had a good experience of this myself, where I was being a good citizen in 1998 to possibly get a bad guy off the streets if it were for sure the guy I had seen on AMW T.V. program.
They had a complete new up dated profile on AMW of him with a brand new sketch and drawing of what he would look like today if you happen to see him, and that he was last seen in Washington area just earlier and had manage to get away from them.
Well,... as far as I am concerned it kinda back fired on me a little, because I became a person in question, by authorities, Channel Six New Reporter Mary Beth Walker, FBI, Boise City Police, plus all my friends and family who thinks my story to be rather strange one and not true. This is what happens to a person who claims to have original Rembrandt's and Vincent van Gogh's in his posession.
I do know that I am the cause and reason for this mans disappearance, and for good reasons no less,... but that is besides the point. This is just an assumption of mine that more than likely this man alias Tom Ross and many other aliases became more than likely bear food in a primitive area in the tundra, most likely from a fall on his the way back to Canada from an airplane.
I can only imagine myself, him with not much time left for this world and able to think about his crimes on his way down. I'd only guess quite possibly being fully nude, falling from about 30 thousand feet or so without a parachute and with his extremities following after or before him.
This is only an assumption on my part since he was never heard of again and the fact that his profile was taken off the AMW computer file of him only a couple of day after this incident occurred. I did manage to print out a couple of copies on my copier from the computer profile before they took the file off AMW website. There is still plenty you can look-up on Google (of Canada), but none on AMW website.
I had only knew this man "Tommy Ross" for a short while, the previous week or so of working with him in the mornings to be exact, before one week-end I thought I recognized him from an artists drawing on Americas Most Wanted on a Saturday evening program. While I was at home in the evening and half-way asleep and listening to the description on AMW at 8 O'clock P.M. and opening one eye to get glimpse at this figure of their drawing, I felt immediately as if I new this man I was looking at and abruptly opened both eyes.
You will most likely not understand how I see, but I am telling you I knew it was him almost immediately, that I had recognized this latest drawing that they showed of this criminal even as the composite drawing wasn't very close to what he looked like now at the present time. In everyone else's eyes, you might say he wasn't even close for the average person to recognize him from the drawing if you were standing in front of him. The way he had changed his looks was a simple close hair-cut, but I seen through it because at our first meeting at the coffee house he had longer hair and I remembered how he had looked when first striking up a conversation with me,... it was more like the drawing or should I say a perfect resemblance. I seen this man that said to me; "I ought to kick your ass", and who called me "turkey" a little later as I will explain.
The story begins when I had met this man named Tommy Ross, and many more aliases I hear, at a coffee house just a block away from my New Discoveries Art Gallery on Main Street here in Boise, Idaho, where I was in the process of moving in some of my collection. I had just leased a basement small business location for a year to show my collection of art and was staying there on the week-days and going back to Nampa on the week-ends 17 miles away. I was setting up the gallery early in a mornings when it was still cool and the fact that I needed coffee, this is where I first met Tommy Ross outside in front of the coffee house one block up the street.
In our first meeting he represented himself to being fairly well off, and was just moving into town from another state, I believe he said Washington, Seattle area. He was real friendly right away and told me of the split up with his wife and a sale and split of there business and property in Washington and he wasn't going to get his money right away. He did represent himself as a respectable person in need of work, so as I needed a little help at that time I thought that I would take advantage of his labor service as a minimum wage earner.
He had told me and said he didn't mind helping me for a couple of days and he seemed mighty happy to find a little work, even if it were just temporary until he was able to find himself a full-time job of his liking.
After working with him for a couple of mornings, I got to know the motor mouth and his family from Canada I thought quite well. He finally leveled with me on his situation, and told me he was staying at the homeless shelter and was broke and was looking for work and a apartment to get out of the mission because he thought himself to be better than the majority of the people he had to live with there.
I had to agree with him because it was a real surprise to me, and that he looked like he had a lot more on the ball than having to stay at a homeless shelter.
He asked me if he could leave his suitcase at my art gallery for a couple of days and use the shower in the bathroom and for changing his close if I didn't mind. I told him I didn't mind.
After picking up his luggage at a bus station locker where it was stored in a locker, I let him keep it at the gallery. I said that it was fine with me for just a while until he found a job and a better place to stay and was able to get back on his feet.
We had become friends even though I was paying him for his help and was anxious for him to better his position in life and even took him around on his job interviews a couple of mornings. After getting to know him better and becoming more less friends, I brought him back with me to my home in Nampa and introduced him to my wife Nancy. My wife is Canadian and so was he, for I had heard all about his family there many times.
On one day before the weekend Thursday or Friday, we went to Fred Myers to buy some hardware for hanging pictures and I felt that he was walking on my heels, so once or twice I just stop dead so he would run into me, just for a joke. Then I also would make abrupt turns right or left because he walked watching his feet, therefore he would continue on straight until he figure out what I was doing. We just laughed about it then, but when we were back at the gallery alone, he look at me real serious, and said rather meanly; "I ought to kick your ass!" I looked him right in his eyes and said; Go for it M---. F---. He laughed and said; "You turkey" in more of a friendly manor.
He would shower and change cloths every night before heading back to the shelter for the evening which he had to be in close to 6:00 P.M. Needless to say, I wanted to be wrong of the bad vibes that I was receiving Monday morning when I met him at the art gallery where he was to work on a project for a couple of hours from 6 A.M. to 8 A.M. before I was to take him on a job interview.
While he would be working, I laid down on my cot in the back room for a couple hours of sleep as I had usually done while he was doing the odd jobs that I didn't want to do myself.
At eight o'clock he came in and woke me up to take him on his job interview. When we returned he had a bunch of papers to fill out and he threw them in the trash can as we walk in. I asked him why he didn't go ahead and fill them out,....... to work in a laundry would suffice until he found something better. He told me he needed to get his drivers license renewed in this state and it wasn't enough money for what he was expected to do. He and I left it as that.
As he opened up his suitcase he carefully pulled out a leather jacket, and he told me it was too large for him and had me try it on. It fit perfect, so I asked how much he wanted for it. He said since I was so good to him that I could have it for $30.00. I told him that I would give him $50.00 for it and pay him for the couple of hours work, but I had to go to the bank first to get the money and he was welcome to come along. It was a beautiful late June morning, so I told him that we would just walk, that it was only a few blocks away.
I was still un-aware of the type of crime and the details that he was wanted for at that time, because Of drowsing off during AMW's program and I was still not sure that I was going to call you know who. If I would have know it was for murdering a young girl I doubt very seriously if I would have been sleeping while he was in the next room.
I wanted to check a couple of things out for myself that I had heard on the A.M.W. T.V. show while partially asleep. I remembered they had said that he had walked with a definite limp that was prominent, and was last known to be in the Oregon or Washington area, I couldn't remember which, and that he stayed in boarding houses and missions and homeless shelters.