"That's a shame," I said. "I really wanted to find out some things."
The old man chuckled, "Son, I've been at this paper since I was 14. I can probably tell you anything you want to know."
I saw a glimmer of hope.
"Do remember a fatal car accident that happened on November 7, 1966?"
He nodded with a frown. "Sure do, Mr. Martin. That was Betty Finch. Poor lady. A stoned teenage girl rammed into her car and killed her. It was worse for her son Mark. He'd lost his father several years before that, and then his mother."