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The bridge, Bridge 127, also known as the Bridgego Railway bridge, is much as it was 48 years 1 month and 1 day ago! Yes the line above has been electrified and there are works on adjacent land, but this scene was pretty much how it was way back then.
I heard the police car sirens. It was an armed robbery. A gold and watch store near the mall in Handen had just been robbed. I arrived as the police started questioning witnesses. I talked to the guy on the bench. He told me that he saw two robbers running out from the store, and driving off in a car. The window in the door to the store was smashed. He then said the same thing to the police officer, that also asked me if I had seen anything. The eyewitness eye-sight wasn't up to par, so he didn't know the make or model of the getaweay car. Half an hour later as I was on my way home the police had called off a large area around the store and a few photographers had arrived. The guy with the Sony camera works for TV4.
The dollars are clearly illegal, since they are kept at home and not in a savings bank, so the owner of the apartment, the director of the factory, certainly will not run to complain to the milice.
At the police officer's desk ; Arnel villacarlos bought the hot items from the drug addict robber Rodney "Alo" Millares of Cadiz City, Negros Occidental.
Last night our flat was robbed. It seams that a simple screwdriver is eneugh to open a common window. Brown dust is the thing that police uses to take fingerprints.
On 1/30/13 at approximately 4:34pm, the People's State Bank at 222 W. Commercial Street in the Village of Mazomanie was robbed. Suspect entered the bank and demanded money. No note or weapon displayed or threatened. He fled the area on foot and was not located.
The suspect is described as a white male, with an average height and build, wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, aviator style sunglasses and a bandana or other cloth covering his mouth and nose.
Anyone with information is asked to contact Detective Steve Wegner wth the Dane County Sheriff's Office. He can be reached at 608-833-8486 or email wegner.steven@danesheriff.com. You can also contact Madison Area Crime Stoppers at 608-266-6014 or online at www.tipsubmit.com/WebTips.aspx?AgencyID=142
There was an attempted robbery with a pellet gun on Anawana Lake Road in Monticello, Wednesday night.
Sullivan County Undersheriff Eric Chaboty tells YWN Catskills, that two Orthodox women were walking on Anawana Lake Road near Walmart around 10:30PM, when they heard a noise behind them. Before they were able to turn around, one of them felt someone grabbing her pocketbook. They then witnessed a female perpetrator armed with a gun, and struggling to get the pocketbook.
In the struggle, the gun fell to the floor, and the perpetrator fled on foot towards WalMart, where she was seen getting into a small car.
Thankfully, no one was hurt – including their children who were walking with them at the time – and nothing was stolen.
The Sheriff Department responded along with Catskills Hatzolah. Chaboty tells YWN Catskills that the gun used is a pellet gun.
Deputies are investigating the incident, and are looking for a white female with brown hair and a ponytail, wearing a blue jacket with a zipper on the front.
If you have any further information that can assist this investigation, please contact the Sullivan County Sheriff Department.
Actors from Tombstone helped re-create the Great Fairbank Train Robbery of 1900 on Saturday.
Once an active rail junction, Fairbank is today a ghost town located west of Tombstone in the San Pedro National Conservation Area.
Robbery performing live at Echoplex in Echo Park, Los Angeles, California, on Thursday, February 16, 2017.
1/17/1 The robbery with murder in the Stumper alley - the case of Johann Mayer
Presentation of an autopsy at the Forensic Institute of the Vienna University by the renowned forensic doctor Professor Haberda in 1898, using the Johann Mayer case.
On May 7th, 1898, Johann Mayer murdered the publisher's wife Anna Wlczek in an intent of robbery with a watch weight.
1/17/1 Der Raubmord in der Stumpergasse - der Fall Johann Mayer
Darstellung einer Obduktion im Gerichtsmedizinischen Institut der Universität Wien durch den bedeutenden Gerichtsmediziner Professor Haberda im Jahre 1898 am Beispiel des Falles Johann Mayer.
Johann Mayer hatte am 7 Februar 1898 die Colporteursgattin Anna Wlczek in Raubabsicht durch Hiebe mit einem Uhrgewicht ermordet.
The Vienna Crime Museum is a museum in the 2nd district of Vienna, the Leopoldstadt, in the district of the same name.
Location
The museum, emerging at the end of 1991 at the current location from the Criminal Police Museum of the Federal Police Office Vienna (founded in 1984), successor of the former Imperial-Royal Police Museum (founded in 1899), is situated in the Soap Boiler's house, one of the oldest houses in the second district, in Great Sperl alley 24 (until 1862: Street of the Lords 297). It stands at that place where previously the community hall of the (displaced) Jewish Community had been located and it was built in 1685 (designated on the arch brick of the portal). The name of the house is based on the fact that it was purchased in 1794 by a soap boiler. Today, the museum is located between Karmeliter market and the church of Saint Leopold.
In the courtyard of the building is a café.
Exhibition
Burglar tools of the legendary "Burglar King" Breitwieser
The museum consists of 20 rooms, where the history of the judiciary, the police system and the criminality from the Middle Ages to the new era are presented. Represented there are medieval penal system and the last public executions in Vienna. Furthermore, some interesting criminal cases such as those of the poison-murderer Hofrichter or the case of Josefine Luner from the inter-war period are shown.
The exhibits include numerous original documents and reproductions on criminal cases, crime scene photos and court documents as well as body parts of executed criminals, including the heads of Juliana Hummel and Franz Hebenstreit. After protests, Hebenstreits head 2012 was removed from the collection.
The director of the museum is Harald Seyrl, who has been working on the matter since 1984, suggested the location of the museum and is heading the house since 1991.
Das Wiener Kriminalmuseum ist ein Museum im 2. Wiener Gemeindebezirk, der Leopoldstadt, im gleichnamigen Bezirksteil.
Standort
Das Ende 1991 aus dem Kriminalpolizeilichen Museum der Bundespolizeidirektion Wien (gegründet 1984), Nachfolger des ehem. k.k. Polizeimuseums (gegründet 1899), am heutigen Standort hervorgegangene Museum befindet sich im Seifensiederhaus, einem der ältesten Häuser im 2. Bezirk, in der Großen Sperlgasse 24 (bis 1862: Herrengasse 297). Es steht dort, wo sich zuvor in der (vertriebenen) Judengemeinde das Gemeindehaus befunden hatte, und wurde (bezeichnet am Keilstein des Portals) 1685 errichtet. Der Name des Hauses beruht darauf, dass es 1794 von einem Seifensieder gekauft wurde. Heute liegt das Museum etwa zwischen Karmelitermarkt und Leopoldskirche.
Im Innenhof des Gebäudes befindet sich ein Kaffeehaus.
Ausstellung
Einbruchswerkzeuge des legendären „Einbrecherkönigs“ Breitwieser
Das Museum besteht aus 20 Räumen, in denen die Geschichte der Justiz, des Polizeiwesens und auch die Kriminalität vom Mittelalter bis in die neue Zeit präsentiert wird. Es werden mittelalterlicher Strafvollzug und die letzten öffentlichen Hinrichtungen in Wien dargestellt. Weiters werden einzelne interessante Kriminalfälle wie der des Giftmörders Hofrichter oder der Fall Josefine Luner aus der Zwischenkriegszeit gezeigt.
Zu den Exponaten zählen zahlreiche Originaldokumente und Reproduktionen zu Kriminalfällen, Tatortfotos und Gerichtstexte sowie Körperteile von Hingerichteten Verbrecher, u. a. die Köpfe von Juliana Hummel und von Franz Hebenstreit. Nach Protesten wurde Hebenstreits Kopf 2012 aus der Sammlung entfernt.
Direktor des Museums ist Harald Seyrl, der seit 1984 mit der Materie befasst war, den Standort des Museums vorschlug und das Haus seit 1991 leitet.
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Algonquin police have a man and a woman in custody after a Saturday afternoon bank robbery.
Algonquin Police were dispatched to the TCF Bank inside Jewel-Osco, 103 S. Randall Road, about 3:20 p.m. Saturday for a report of a robbery. During the incident, a man with a fake beard demanded money from a bank teller and fled with the cash, police said.
Members of the Algonquin-Lake in the Hills Fire Department were collecting Salvation Army donations outside the store as the man fled. A bystander stopped the man and members of the department then assisted in detaining him, police said.
Daniel R. Plushkis, 26, of Crystal Lake and his wife Jessica E. Plushkis, 28, of Crystal Lake, have been charged with financial institution robbery and burglary. Both will appear in court at an undecided date for a bond hearing.
Jessica Plushkis was caught when she tried to flee the scene in a vehicle, police said.
This marks the third local bank robbery this month. A bearded, wigged man robbed a Chase bank in Cary, 300 Route 14, Dec 1. The suspect implied he had a weapon. A similar robbery occurred Dec. 10, when a person in a similar disguise escaped with cash after robbing a TCF bank in Jewel-Osco in Huntley.
The FBI and local police are investigating those crimes and similar robberies that they said could be connected in Streamwood and Arlington Heights.
*Written by staff at the Northwest Herald.
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We get it as a robbery-in-progress at 71st and Stony Island. We're only a few blocks away and we're the first car on the scene. I get a basic description of the offender, and put it out over the air for the other units: male Black, medium height, medium build, medium complexion, wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans, bla bla bla. Needless to say, I've just described half the population in a five mile radius.Since this guy only has a two minute head-start on us, we might as well conduct our own grid search and see if we can grab him ourselves.
Well, two minutes later we spot this guy who's an exact match, and he's even holding a paper bag with the Curch's Chicken logo o it. According to the owner, the robber had put the money and his gun in that type of bag when he ran out...so, this must be him, right?"
fKenny has slowed the car down to a crawl, and we're coming up on him on the passenger side. I've lowered my window all the way down and I'm lining him up in my sights, ready to blast him if he twitches.
"Drop the bag, drop it now!"
He looks puzzled, like he doesn't understand the command. In my mind, he's trying to decide whether to run or to shoot it out with us, you know, that "fight or flight" thing.
"Drop the bag and let me see your hands," I yell at him again. Meanwhile Kenny has exited the driver-side and he's now also lining the offender up in his sights.
When he does finally make his move, he does the exact opposite of what we're telling him to do. He brings up his left hand that's holding the bag, and slowly sticks his right hand into the bag. I yell at him again, but he seems to be oblivious to any of our commands.
Everything is moving in slow...slow motion now, and I watch him intently as he begins to pull his right hand back out.
"It's alright, " I tell myself, "I'm in control."
My finger has begun to squeeze the trigger to that point of no return, the mark where it will trip the hammer, launching a 45-caliber hollow-point bullet at a thousand feet per second. There's no doubt in my mind: that bullet will take his life.
At this stage, a fraction of a millimeter from using deadly force, I am still in control. I still have time to react, and I do not have to go any further until I actually see a gun coming out of that bag. One thing's for sure: I am not about to shoot some mope who may not be armed with anything more than a chicken wing. I must see a gun before I can take his life.
When his right hand finally clears the top of the bag, it is holding a wallet, not a gun. Man, we are pissed off now. I can understand a criminal who doesn't want to go beck to prison, and I'd be more that happy to accommodate the macho-type who's told all his buddies that he'll "never be taken alive." I can also understand the dope fiend who is so coked up that he truly believes he's invincible, and is now going to demonstrate that to the rest of the world. But I do find it difficult to deal with someone who will use me to throw away his life - without even intending to - just through sheer stupidity.
I'm hollering at him now, struggling to contain my pent-up anger and frustration: it's not easy to get all that adrenaline back into storage. I'd feel a lot better if I could kick the shit out of him, but that's not an option, unless he gives us a reason to.
We put him in the cage and take him back to the restaurant, just to be on the safe side, but the owner confirms what we suspect: he's definitely not the robber we're looking for. Nevertheless, we take him into the District to run him on the computer and to tie up some loose ends. At the very least, we'll need to fill out a Contact Card, explaining why we stopped him in the first place.
A little while later, when we've regained our composure, we ask numb-nuts why he reacted the way he did. He's not quite sure, but, after talking to him for a while, a semblance of logic begins to emerge. It appears that all of his recent dealings with the police have involved traffic situations, and each time he had to locate his wallet, take out his driver's license, and hand it over to the officer. When we confront him, even through he's on foot this time, he falls back on wheat has saved his ass the other times: his wallet and his license.
In some ways, he reacted the way we do when we suddenly find ourselves in life or death situations, and our training takes over. Sometimes your training will save your life, other times it can get you killed. In this case, his "training" almost got him killed, and almost got us fired, or worse.
I'm serious: do you really think anyone would have believed us? Of course not: nobody could be that stupid, could they?
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Church's Chicken seems to be just about the only thing that's still as it was 22 years ago. As for the story, it features a timeless phenomenon, encountered by police officers anywhere and everywhere: people do some really stupid shit, endangering their own life as well as yours in the process.
I was fortunate: I never pulled the trigger in any of these situations, but other officers have not been so lucky. What follows in the wake of such a shooting, can be very ugly, especially if the case involves a White police officer shooting a Black male. Just as in the above scenario, the actions of the young man will defy all logic, making it so much easier to believe that the officer shot him because he was Black. Keep that in mind the next time you see a story like that on the nightly news.
From a photo illustration series with some friends. The villain is a girl that robs a bank in the middle of the night.
Strobe with umbrella at camera left. Bare flash behind subject for hair light.
Councilmember Maria Quiñones Sánchez and Philadelphia Police officials held a press conference to announce the arrests of suspects in a string of armed robberies of small businesses in the 7th District.
Photos: Jared Piper/PHLCouncil
Allentown police officers secure an alleyway at 7th and Cedar, during a robbery in progress on Friday January 2, 2009. A-Z Used Furniture Store at 811 Seventh Street, was held up at approximately 9:30 am. No report on the victim and suspect was not apprehended at this point. (Jane Therese/Special to The Morning Call)
The bank in MIdwood where the actual bank robbery depicted in Dog Day Afternoon took place was demolished, The building was probably not much more than 50 years old.;
I remember when I was just a little boy, born and being raised in Kansas City, Kansas. Our sports teams was horrible, and our school systems was slightly better. Every morning I watched the news just to see how the weather was going to be for the day. Every 5 minutes, the news released a story as if it was purposely meant to ruin my day before it even started.
Murders, robberies, kidnappings... rarely was there ever good/motivating news in the communities of the city.
I remember being told that I am a product of my environment. But I did not want to be a part of something I couldn't be proud of.
Then I changed the channel and watched MTV. I watched how much fun Carson Daily was having while overlooking New York City. I wanted that happiness. I needed that feeling that my hometown could not give me.
So every night I hid under my pillows. Reading blogs, and world news under my covers hoping that my parents wouldn't catch me. On school nights, I was suppose to be sleep at 9pm... however, I decided to be rebellious with good intentions and didn't sleep until 12am - 1am.
Sometimes I have thoughts of hating where I grew up. I wished that i could say my hometown was New York City, or California, or London, anywhere that was not Kansas City, Kansas.
Then I became a young man and realized something. Everything in life is bigger than me. It will never be about me all the time. I decided to take risks at a young age that many young people/teens didn't.
I programed my mind like a robot "If I dream about it, then it has to happen when I am awake."
Instead of going to high school dances, I decided to work. I never held title of the Winter Formal/Prom King, and the only time other than my personal photo that I may be seen in our high school yearbooks, was when I was playing the quads in the band. Because I was a band geek and being known as "The best quad player in the history of the marching band/school's history" became my most prized accomplishment.
Now here I am, a grown man, went to a college out of state when I was told I would never make it. Traveled all across the country, made friends from all around the world. However, I never felt important until I started hearing from peers/mentors/friends/family back home that I have become an inspiration and motivation to them.
That nerdy/quiet kid moved out of a place where many are stuck in. To work hard and not care about what anyone else had to say about it. Being successful became my ultimate goal.
I wanted to be successful not just for myself, but for those close to me and to those whom grew up in the same neighborhoods and circumstances I was in. I wanted everyone from my hometown to see that their dreams, their success, it is real. All we have to do is work hard for them. Go through the struggles, feel as if we are alone sometimes, cry on our pillows at home, yet put on a smile in front of everyone else as if life is rainbow and unicorns.
I hope that I am representing my hometown well. Kansas City, Kansas raised me to be a great Man, and I decided to take it to even further levels once I moved away from there for good.