From: micron@iiraq.ssc.gov (Joe Micron)
Subject: Conspiracy
Keywords: Conspiracy
Organization: Technology Centre III
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 21:59:11 GMT


My friend told me I should post this to your newsgroup.

I am working part-time at the Marriot hotel in Dallas, Tx. Last
week I was sent down to the basement to clean up some boxes and
stuff. After a few hours of lifting and moving and such, I had
to take a break. I sat down on one of the boxes and the side gave
away. While picking the contents up I noticed the these were boxes
of the hotel registers receipts. This meant nothing to me at first,
but then I looked at the dates on the records. The box I broke was
from Jan.- Feb. of 1963. Now I was only a few months old when
"it went down", but no one in Dallas can think of the year 1963
without thinking of "it". Still this was a box of receipts. Who
cares, right? An hour or so later I saw the words "guest books"
on a bunch of boxes. These were all mixed up and in no kind of order.
This I couldn't pass up. I moved a dozen or so boxes and found the
year in question. Pen-knife in hand I sliced the brittle yellowed
tape and opened the box. Jan., Feb., Mar.,....Oct., Dec. !!!!!
No November Guest Book !

After looking around to see if anyone was look ing at me (I don't
know why I thought that. I was the only nut they could get to come
down to the "pit") Anyway I remembered the cash register boxes.
So I went back to that area. Moving two-dozen or so boxes of paper
is not my idea of fun but I guess the moment had me. Got it ! Now 
these were the cash register records not the sign in books so
it took a while to get to the date in question. Finally I had the
bundle in question. The whole month of November. It was still there.

Flipping, flipping, flipping. Yes ! No. That date November 22, 1963 is
missing. Oh man. What is this? Quickly I looked at the 21st and 23rd.
I don't know what I was looking for but someone took the 22nd and
well ... I just don't know why I looked.

I decided to look for anyone who stayed here that day and checked out.
There were a lot of people that checked out on the 23rd. So it took a
little while. Finally I had a small handfull of guests that paid for two
or three days over lapping "_the_ day". It was late and my boss yelled
down to see if I was alive. I yelled yes and put the receipts in my 
pocket. Later that night I started to go through them to see if any
names stuck out. Two did. In room 702 and adjoining room 704 were two
people I had never thought of having anything to do with "_that_day_".
In 702 was a Frank Sutton and in 704 was Robert Crane.

The next day I went to work with more enthusiasm than anyone should.
Up to the seventh floor. I'm pokin' one of the maids and she didn't
think twice when I asked to borrow her pass key.  I opened the door
and went in. As I approached the window an eerie feeling came over me.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!  704 looks right out into Dealy Plaza !!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then it hits he. Frank Sutton and Bob Crane both died under strange
conditions....  What did they see? What were they doing in Dallas that
day? Why the connecting rooms? Bob did like to watch. Was he taping Frank?
who was Frank with?....Bunny....Helga....or was it Marilyn?....
Is there a Sutton-Crane film with disturbing background footage?

Any suggestions on what I should do with the receipts ?

Who _CAN_ be trusted ?