When I was on the road, I often went in a bar at night for entertainment. I didn’t drink, didn’t care if anybody else did as long as it wasn’t to excess, but I needed something to do.
My ideal situation was to find a motel with a restaurant and a separate bar, the swimming pool didn’t matter, but they often had one.
A motel was much more convenient than a hotel because most times I could park my car right at the door of my room. I didn’t pack my clothes per se. I’d lay my suits, a couple of sport coats and pants, shirts and ties, all wrapped in dry cleaner’s’ plastic bags in the trunk of the car, and maybe a small bag or suitcase for the rest. Incoming or outgoing, I could unload or reload the car in less than ten minutes. When you’re on the road, you drive up the road thinking about how you do these kinds of things better.
I think they must have had lousy programs on TV, so motel guests would be willing to go in the bar and buy a few drinks. After all, guests didn’t have to drive to get “home” because they were already “home” for the night.
The motel owner did go to the expense of often times having good entertainment. One of my favorites was a bar that had a band and the front man was a banker by day.
The waitresses knew me, and knew I was a guest at the motel, and if any woman came over to talk to me, the waitresses had already told the lady I was staying there.
Sometimes I would invite the woman to sit down, which in that setting they normally were nice, nowhere near approaching bar flies, these were better motels. We would talk, that was always a good way to find out what type of town I was in, I’d buy her up to two drinks but none more, I didn’t want her soused up, having a wreck, and I was responsible because I had bought her enough drinks to get her drunk.
I’d be drinking a couple of cokes over the course of the evening, which didn’t make the waitresses too happy, because I guess they got a cut of the price of the drinks, but I would always leave a very good tip, and that evened out the score. The length of time I stayed depended on how early I was going to be on the road the next day, and often I thanked the lady for her time, departed with the woman still at the table, and headed for my room.
I can’t recall the number of times I overheard conversations between a gal and a guy she just met, and the guy was trying to talk her into leaving with him. I often thought about intervening, but chances are both of them would have teed off on me, and told me to mind my own business.
The bar that Kimra Lynn Riley, 36, was in the night of January 15, 1996 was not one I would have been in. She was there, having gotten off from work earlier, probably just looking for a couple of hours of drinks and fun.
“Swamp Murders” on the ID TV program said the reason she went out in the parking lot was to help the guy check on a dog in the bed of his pickup truck. Like it was January 15th, what inconsiderate. dumb ass leaves a dog outside in the freezing weather? Did Kimra really stop to think about that? Naturally the dog had “run away”, and she agreed to get in the truck with the guy and help him look for the dog, again according to the TV show. That was the last time she was seen alive.
What difference does the reason make, if the guy can get the woman to go with him? Ted Bundy didn’t go in places where he could be recognized. He’d pull the old arm in a sling trick or he was limping and needed a cane. He was an innocent looking, handsome guy, and maybe that’s why they took the bait. I can assure you guys trying to pick up women will use some of the most outlandish schemes I have ever overheard, as I sat in a bar seeing if a woman was going to take the bait.
Two months later on the banks of the Tennessee River, outside of Sheffield, Alabama where the bar was, Kimra was found murdered. A later autopsy proved that the rock she had tied to her head to prevent her body from surfacing also caused her to drown, because she was not dead when her body was thrown in the water.
TV programs often try to find an actor who looks like the person they are playing. Later when the police finally had their man, based upon witnesses in the bar, he turned out to be an ordinary looking guy, not handsome or good looking by any stretch of the imagination. They had the right actor playing him.
I’ve seen and heard this same attempted pick-up scenario so many times, I can’t believe it works, but it does. I’ll be quite honest, the bars I was in normally had people who frequented them who seemed to take pride in who they were, not all guys, but most.
I’ve never been in the bar where Kimra disappeared from, and can only rely on the TV show to give me the ambiance or lack out, but the actors portraying some of the people in the bar looked like bums who had just arrived from slum city.
The important thing here is not the bar or who’s in it, but the fact a gal should never leave a bar with a stranger. Period.
Maybe it has happened safely several times where the guy and gal are seeking a room, and the woman is willing to giveth, and the man is willing to receiveth.
Kimra found out you only have to be wrong once.