The tudor style roofs of Forest
Hills Gardens loom in the background behind the Long Island Railroad,
where a commuter train has pulled into Forest Hills Station.
The sidestreet just off the plaza just beyond the overpass was
the scene of a Son of Sam killing back in early 1977. The victim,
Virginia Voksherian (I'm probably mispelling the name), had his
trademark targeted long dark hair. My friends and I used to hang
out up on the station platform late at night, getting high more
or less. We were all freaking out that first half of 1977, as
that maniac held the city in the grip of dark fear. David Berkowitz,
the mad killer, had claimed that his neighbor Sam Carr's dog
was telling him to commit the killings; hence his apellation
Son of Sam. Now, however, it would appear that Sam the Dog is
talking to the cars on Death Boulevard. |