Sandy's POI

This Thread is started for Sandy to tell her story of her POI. Alot of people have their own POI's so here's a Thread for our Sandy to tell her story. Take it away Sandy!*

Thanks! It will be good to have a thread for this, since so much has happened over the years and I have a hard time keeping track of it all. Sandy, maybe you could break it down into sections based on years, to help us get a sense of the order of events. For example, have the first post cover 1969-some year, the next summary post cover that last year-some other year and so on ---also, since these posts can be long and you don't want to lose them or forget to hit the post button, maybe type them up in word or in an email first and then when done copy and paste into a post. I really look forward to getting a definitive sense of all that has happened to you!

Thank you Tracers, I know when I start with what has gone on in my life over the past 40 + yrs I am all over the place. Different things pop into my head, and I type it as I remember. Some things I have forgotten and then all of a sudden I remember things that I had forgot.


I will start with the night I first saw the mans face.
It was the winter of 1968, I was working at Flamingo Joe's on Springs road in Vallejo. The owner was Orville Sherman , he also owned the Melody club , I worked for him there as well.
I believe it was some time after 12 midnight, when I got off work at Flamingo Joe's.
My check was waiting for me at the melody club, so I drove across town to pick up my check.

When I walked in I heard some men friends I knew from Richmond, calling out my name.
I joined them for about a half hour. I got my check and they walked me to my car.
When I turned the key there was nothing, no sound. I knew a lot about cars because my father was a mechanic.
I knew it wasn't a dead battery, so I asked the guys if they would look under my hood ? I asked them to check my coil wire. They saw that it was gone ! Then they said : are you psychic or something ? Your coil wire is gone !
They took one off of another car that was in the parking lot, and put it on my car.

Coil wires are pretty much interchangeable, it takes less than a minute to remove, or install.
I didn't notice anyone lurking around the area, and I wasn't thinking that someone did this for a sinister reason.
As I was headed north towards Napa, I noticed that there was a car that seemed to be following me. I felt that I could loose him before I got to my home. Because I sure wasn't about to show him where I lived.
My car was a brown Pontiac Bonneville, I couldn't see what kind of car was following me. He stayed about 1/8 of a mile behind me.

When I approached Imola Ave, I knew that there was a dip in the road just before I would have to turn right. My tail lights were low to the ground , so I felt I could speed up and then hit the dip in the road, and turn right so he couldn't see me turn.
I thought it worked and I went faster up Imola, then slowed to turn left down my street, but I was going too fast and had to take the next street. It was then that I turned off my head lights. I made two more left turns with out lights, and saw a strange car that had its lights still on parked across from my drive way.

He didn't see me until I was almost on top of him. I wanted to get a good look at him, to see if he was a customer or not . I didn't remember ever seeing him before.
The thought that he knew where I lived already, was a bit scary.
I saw and remembered a lot in the less than a minute I had looking at him.
He contorted his face ,in a way that frightened me enough, that I knew he was going to hurt me if I got out of my car ,and tried to run into my house.

I headed back towards town to a gas station that had two Napa police officers in two separate squad cars. I pulled up to them and got out of my car to tell them what had just taken place. While I was telling them , I saw the man pull out from across the street, and drive to the all night restaurant next to the gas station. He looked at me as I pointed to him and told the police : That is the guy right there ! One officer told the other to go and check the guy out , and that he would follow me home to make sure I was safe. ( to be continued )

When I got home I didn't think much more about what had happened, except I thought maybe my ex husband had hired a hit man to get rid of me. He didn't want to pay child support, and my death would stop that. That is almost laughable, because I was asking only $75.00 per month !
I sure as heck didn't think about some serial killer wanting me to join his other victims in "Paradise".
It was soon after that night the news of two teenagers being shot out at Lake Herman in Benicia was in the news.

At first the police thought is was a drug deal that went bad, then they found that they were very good people.

Three months later in March of 1969 , I was working at the Melody club. The drinks there, were only 25 cents durring happy hour. So it was pretty busy, and I had a tall plain coke which was kept full for me to sip though out my shift.
I was there for only about one hour ,when I had a very strange feeling come over me. Looking back at everything that has taken place in my life, I now wonder if something could have been put in my coke ? I told the bartender that I wasn't feeling well, and a police officer I knew had stopped in to see that everything was ok. I told him that I was feeling ill and had a hard time standing up. I felt very dizzy. He walked outside and put me in his squad car. I am not sure why he went back into the club. Whe he came out he had a cold towel, but I had fainted and the cold twel seemed to help. He raced me to the emergency at Kaiser Hospital.

I was told that I was having a stroke, and they gave me a shot of something . My fist were closed and I couldn't open them, that was a scary feeling !
I don't remember how I got home, and I slept it seemed for two days. After that I was just fine, and went back to work. Four months later my father died on July first 1969 unexpectedly . He had gone in to the hospital for a hernia operation, he was to come home the next day. I received the news at a bar that my husband and I leased in Vallejo.
We closed the bar that night , my husband , the children and I went to Walnut Creek to be with my mother.
We stayed with my mother until after the funeral ,which was on the 5th of July 1969. When I got home I had heard that another couple was shot, this time at Blue rock Springs on the night July 4th. I read or heard that the young boy survived, and gave a description of the killers car. The car sounded just like the one that followed me just about 7 months before. I phoned the Napa police dept. and explained to the woman who answered. I told her about my encounter with a man who drove a car that sounded just like the killers car in Vallejo.

I said that the two officers on duty that night must have written a report about it ,and that the other officer went to talk to the man, so they should have his name in the report. She went to look for that report, and told me that the report showed I was followed, but no mention of the man the other officer spoke to. Thinking back on that night , there had to have been two reports, and she only saw the one.
My husband was a night owl, and seldom was home. He like to hang out with his guy friends , drink and play dice.

Sometimes he would stay out all night and come home in the morning, this put a strain on the marriage. I told him I wanted a divorce, and we agreed to stay in the home until we could afford to live apart. I remember I was talking to my next door neighbor and enjoying the sunny day, when my soon to be ex said to me : Who in the world would steel a clothes line ? We all laughed about it and I went to see for my self. Sure enough a good part of my clothes line was gone ! It was kept down the right side of my home , for me to hang my baby's diapers on, and for hanging the sheets on. We had 3 or 4 rows of line, the only parts missing was where I didn't have anything hung. ( That was thoughtful of whom ever took it.)

It is now the end of Sept 1969, it was my day off and I didn't feel like being stuck at home with out my car. My husband was at the Scocal House a bar/ restaurant that sat off of the high way that took you to Vallejo.
I asked my neighbor if she could give me a ride to my car ? She drove me and parked a few feet from where my car was. She helped me carry a few baby things while I held my 8 month old baby.
When we got to my car I noticed that there were some odd things that I knew were not things that my husband or I had. The windows were down because it was a very warm day. I wasn't sure if my husband had picked up some hitchhiker,and they were both in the bar drinking or not ? I saw a black cloth about a yard and a half long,36 in wide,with what looked like a Chinese symbol in white on it. It was large enough for me to make something out of it. I told my neighbor that I could make a skirt out of it,and go as a geisha girl for Halloween.

We both thought that was pretty funny ! I saw a paper sack that was some what wadded up on the floor of the back seat. I opened it up ,and saw that it was made like a mask with eye holes cut out. I don't remember if any other holes were cut out for the mouth or nose. I do remember that it smelled real bad and it filled the car with the odor of ink or shoe polish. It also was black to match the black cloth.
On the floor of the back seat behind the seat a ammo can filled with felt tipped pens for drawing I thought. At the bottom of that can were 3 earrings and a small girls wrist watch with a gray leather band.

A small tool for making circles I call a radial compass.Also at the bottom was a real small Bible,one and a half inches by one inch, and a half inch thick. Two erasers one very large the other normal size. A green transparent plastic template of the alphabet with 3 or 4 graduating circles at the bottom. It had been used because I could see the dark ink lining the inside of each letter.
Under the ammo can was a very old dictionary dated 1937 NY.London. Funk & Wagnalls and company.
On the cover I saw what looked like small drops of blood and some black ink drops next to them. I know that this has to be like a smoking gun ! I have to keep it in a safety deposit box,in hopes that some day LE will check it for either the Victims or the Zodiac's blood. Heat could destroy the DNA so in a vault at a bank it is pretty cool.
I did ask my husband if he gave someone a ride because I found all these strange things in the back seat of our car. He had no idea where they came from, and he didn't give anyone a ride. They had to be put in the car while it was parked at the Soscal House, because my husband would have smelled this odor that came from the paper sack, and he hadn't noticed any smell.

I look back on that day and wondered if the windows being down in the car was why the killer chose that car ? But then when you add the clothes line to the mix, it had to be connected or one hell of a coincidence !
I had forgotten about the missing clothes line but the thief wanted me to remember. Someone and I assume it was my poi, many yrs and many moves later about 15yrs or so. I found a brand new white hollow core clothes line 50 ft of it to be exact, still in its package , sitting on my front porch. It was then that I recalled the missing clothes line from Napa. The thief bought me a new one to replace the one he took yrs before. I hope some day I will have the chance to thank him. (To be continued)

Sandy will this be an ebook lololol

salus wrote:

Sandy will this be an ebook lololol

Maybe Salus !

yea they do ebooks on iphones, and they recently started doing pdf's too. it would be nice having it in pdf form :]

Guest wrote:

yea they do ebooks on iphones, and they recently started doing pdf's too. it would be nice having it in pdf form :]

It would make a pretty good book I think, and then perhaps a movie ? I would like Clint Eastwood to play the cop who catches the Z .
Even if I was way off base ,and this stalker of mine is not the Zodiac, but someone who enjoys pretending for over 40 yrs to be the Zodiac. The things that he has done to me and my family, Darlene and her family, even K Johns.
Makes for a darn interesting true life story ,with out having to embellish it to keep it interesting.
The problem is that it sounds unbelievable, because there is so much that has taken place over all these yrs ,and I am still alive to tell it !
Most people feel that if he were the true Zodiac I would have been killed a long time ago. I can't call it luck that I am still here, I think that he is having so much fun with me, that he would be bored if he killed me. Also the police that have my case, would then wonder if I was right all along about who this man is ?

This stalker knowing that by keeping me alive, people would think that he is anything other than the Zodiac. Just some guy with too much time on his hands for over 40 + yrs, who just happened to start his game with me in Vallejo 1968. Makes a costume , then puts it in my car right after the Lake B. stabbing, long before anyone knows what it looks like. The only other live person who did know what it looked like, was still in the Hospital when it was put in my car. The person who wore it , had to be the same person who put it in the back seat of my car.

That alone is a hard one to believe, its sound too good to be true ! I still think that who ever this guy is , he hated my husband, and wanted him to get arrested for the Zodiac crimes. He didn't count on me not recognizing the Zodiac logo on the costume. I am pretty sure he thought as soon as it hit the news , I would take the things found in my car to Napa PD. Then they would do a search of my home, and find that I did have the same kind of clothes line used on the victims at Lake B. And that a few sections of that clothes line was gone.

Two weeks later Paul Stine was shot, but now its across the bay in S.F. , he let yet another male survive his crime, so he made up for it by killing Stine ? Or was he telling us that no one was safe from the Zodiac ? That he could strike anywhere at any time , that he was now in control of all things ?

Letter to Tom V. a witness with information on Sandy's POI.

Letter to Tom V. a witness with information on Sandy's POI, Page 2.

Letter Writers response to Sandy.

Email 2 to Sandy.

Sandy & her POI. 1990

Watching Sandys' Car. (White Plymouth Fury?)

Note left to Sandy 1988 or 1989
Left note for co-worker to give to
Sandy. He said he wanted to help
Sandy catch the Zodiac. Co-worker
described him as an older man, seemed
nice. A few months later Sandy showed her
co-worker a picture of her POI. Sandy's co-worker
felt it looked like the guy who left the note.

Interesting writing... Is that a three stroke 'K' I see? Also, the check mark 'R's.

Rembrandt wrote:

Interesting writing... Is that a three stroke 'K' I see? Also, the check mark 'R's.

Yep you saw it alright Rembrandt ! One of the things that I found interesting in that note to me, was the clue "#1 in his 40's now".
It was just under the yr 1969, so I am not sure if he was telling me that the Z was in his 40's in 1969, or did he mean he was in his 40's when I was given that note ?
I believe I was given that note 87-89 for sure it wasn't after that because I was still working in Oakland when he dropped that note off with my friend at Lyons restaurant.

I played the dumb blond for a long time to get him to try and prove to me who he was. I think he made sure that every thing that the Z was known for in his printing, would have to be there so I would recognise the printing ? But I didn't , not at first. I read that first line about Robt Graysmith 's book, and felt that who ever left me that note didn't know that I had the book already.
Now I think that he wanted me to be sure to read that book, so I would understand what was about to take place.

I had put the folded note in my purse . I didn't see it again for a yr or so, when I went to clean out all my purses and throw some of them away. Now this is after I had read the Z book, and even tried to break some of the codes LOL. So when I saw the note again, I did think how much it did look like the Z printing in the book !

I was dating a prosecuting DA in Oakland at that time , so I asked him to see if he could have a handwriting expert look at the note and compare it to the Zodiac's printing ?
I broke down in tears, when he told me the expert said that it was too much like the z's printing to be his.

As we now have learned, that some of the Z letters and notes have been poo pooed by some ,and said to be the real deal by others.
It was too much like the Z's, because he didn't want me to miss it. He was trying to make me very afraid, I wasn't showing the fear.
He enjoyed seeing just how much Pam H. Darlene's sister showed. That poor girl would scream when she saw him, I on the other hand would smile and say hello.

So now its Jan. 15th or 16th 1988 (I had been re- reading the Z book.) A group of people came in to my work, and pushed the small cocktail tables together . So they could be closer to each other. The man who sat at the head of the table had a shaved head, and looked very much like another customer of mine who's name was R.Hernandez. The man asked for the same odd drink that R.H. drank, a drink that I invented when I was a bartender on the Delta. It was named Sandy's nutty coffee, but the man didn't ask for it by that name, he ordered it as Baileys, Amaretto and coffee. When R.H. ordered it he would say no whipped cream please.
So I asked the man if he wanted it with or with out whipped cream ? He said with.
There were about 5 or 6 people that came in with him. The man had on a light colored powder on his hands , head , and face. I had never seen anyone use powder all over like that . I noticed that his pants had were the old dark wool pants, sort of like Navy pants with the creases in them. They did have a very slight bell . Then I saw that the candles on my tables were reflecting off of his shoes . Now I did a flash back to Kathleen Johns telling about the pants, and the dash lights on his shiny shoes !

LOL I am thinking I must be going crazy he is dressed like the man who took K.Johns for that ride so many yrs ago .
This ends up being the night that my friend followed the man with the shaved head out side, to get his plate number for me. I am very sure I posted about it in this thread already, so I won't repeat myself.

I now think that he wanted me to read R.G.'s book so he could have fun doing the Z things for me to notice him ?
Well it worked, starting from that night in Jan 88 ,I have not stopped investigating this man . The man has the scars that K.Johns said she saw.
On his left cheek, which she didn't have much of a chance to see , was a L shaped scar. ( like a finger nail scratch ) Of course I thought about CJB for that scar perhaps ?

Yikes!
Sandy, i have always enjoyed reading about your POI and encounters...I dont know if he is the Z, but again he could be part of a group that was Z....this writing to my naked, and unprofessional eye looks like Zs

I literally hit enter while Sandy posted this message above as I was typing about the above letter....goosebumps,,,,lordy!

Sandy found this on Vallejo Topix. She felt it was so much like the Z that she had to copy it.
Sandy replied to the guy, and he never returned to answer. This was 12/2006

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Article of actual shooting of teenage boy 12/2006

Another gift for Sandy. She is not sure of the year or where.

Sandy's drawings, age progression of the Z.