DIAL “M” FOR MOTOROLA: Postscript to “The Bolles Murder: A Case of Curious Coincidences”
Don Bolles Murder / Newsletters

DIAL “M” FOR MOTOROLA: Postscript to “The Bolles Murder: A Case of Curious Coincidences”

In my Don Bolles homicide-related Newsletter No. 50, entitled “A Case of Curious Coincidences”, first published in my February 26, 2009 newsletter and now this blog, I also provided brief commentary on the much earlier murder in Illinois of the first wife of Motorola founder Paul Galvin. Along with her young maid, Edna Sibilski, the … Continue reading

“But we didn’t”: Addendum to 2007 “Editor & Publisher” Op-Ed Piece
Don Bolles Murder

“But we didn’t”: Addendum to 2007 “Editor & Publisher” Op-Ed Piece

INTRODUCTION Editor & Publisher recently has given me permission to include here an op-ed piece I wrote for that publication back in June 2007. A PDF file of that article follows this introduction. While it doesn’t contain the identities of those believed responsible for the 1976 car-bomb murder of reporter Don Bolles with the specificity of … Continue reading

The Bolles Murder: A Case of Curious Coincidences
Don Bolles Murder / Newsletters

The Bolles Murder: A Case of Curious Coincidences

[Originally published in Devereux Newsletter No. 50, February 26, 2009] A “strange coincidence,” to use a phrase By which such things are settled now-a-days.       —Lord Byron ( 1788-1824) Any coincidence, I’ve learned, ought to be viewed with a modicum of suspicion when it neatly underpins the resolution of a contentious issue. Lord … Continue reading

What the Hell Happened to Hesham Shehadi?
Don Bolles Murder / Newsletters

What the Hell Happened to Hesham Shehadi?

[Originally published in Devereux Newsletter No. 47, February 1, 2002] CAR BOMB KILLS INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER Phoenix newspaper reporter Don Bolles was the victim of a car-bombing in a mid-town hotel parking lot on June 2, 1976, ultimately dying on June 13, 1976, from injuries and infection resulting from the blast. His life and death, his … Continue reading