Something is not quite right

I inquire as the health and well-being of my perp, Robert J. Gibson, periodically.   I did so last month to the Victim Assistance Coordinator for the Diocese of Scranton.  Admittedly, the email to Joan Holmes was pretty sarcastic. I asked the question "Is the monster still alive?".   I did edit out the adjective I used initially. As is… Continue reading Something is not quite right

NDHS Class of ’78

There has been a flurry of emails in the past couple of weeks from some of my classmates at Notre Dame.  My blog was discovered by a friend from  NDHS class of '78 and she has been spreading the word.  I alluded to her email a few posts ago.  She thought that she may have been… Continue reading NDHS Class of ’78

Contact Policy and Information

I spoke recently with someone who contacted me through the kind offices of another blogger.  The person wishing to speak to me was concerned about sending a comment to this blog and having it automatically post on the internet with their personal information available to anyone who may be reading the blog.  It took some… Continue reading Contact Policy and Information

Notre Dame Junior/Senior High School

The business model is reflective of the Catholic Hierarchy, but it is not very Christian in its practice

Threats and intimidation

Over time, Gibson became much more controlling and aggressive.  He was less likely to "soften" me up with alcohol and much more forward when he had the opportunity to get me alone.  His initial caring words and expressions of god's love and understanding that what we were doing was good and right and part of… Continue reading Threats and intimidation

First descent into hell

I knew something was wrong.  I was supposed to spend the night at the rectory.  The reason for the stay has long ago left my mind.  Instead of getting on the East Stroudsburg School District bus in front of Notre Dame that would take me to East Stroudsburg High School to allow me to transfer to… Continue reading First descent into hell

An Open Letter to Bishop Joseph F. Martino, Diocese of Scranton

At some point it stops being about God, doesn’t it?