Stacy & Drew: The Irony of Legacies
Rebekah Price
June 01, 2008
Drew Peterson: The Bored Game.
Isn´t his 15 minutes of fame up? Now he´s signing things? Is there no ceiling to his height of bad taste?
There is no accounting for taste in this world, and nowhere have we seen more truth to that than under the Big Top known as the Brodsky-Peterson Circus. There are some twisted individuals out there who may desire to have Drew Peterson´s autograph. As Mama says, "Water seeks its own level." More power to you; and, to the seller, may I suggest you don´t take a check.
The good news is Kimberly Matuska, the 22 year old tanning parlor chippy, is seemingly smarter than a kumquat. She is about as quick, but in the long run--though almost caught, she appears to be smarter. Drew´s friend, Steve Carcereno--another fine upstanding individual of similar ilk--obviously does his trolling now, and landed Kim for Drew. Drew even gave her a phone for bait, which she took, hook, line and receiver. Thank goodness for the grand jury. She showed them the phone, and someone with more than half a brain showed her the GPS feature. Though unknown whether she knew that feature was there or not, what are you willing to bet she did not know? Thoughtful Drew--trying to keep tabs on those he loves. Almost brings a tear to one´s eye. Almost.
The beginnings of this relationship are too eerily similar to his obsession with Stacy. Drew can not be alone. He needs female companionship; he needs someone to control. Obviously, the children are not enough since he is out and about every weekend, by his own admission. It is his perversion and, if one looks carefully, the psychopathic needs are becoming more urgent and more blatant. Why else is he trolling for babes several nights a week? Not many individuals tell another within weeks that he or she "loves" another individual and "wants to spend the rest of my life" with him or her. Especially one who is treading in a cauldron of hot soup, like Drew. But Drew is different, and his behavior is escalating. Right under the noses of Bolingbrook law enforcement.
The grand jury continues its questioning and Drew Peterson continues to be in trouble. In the past two weeks he´s lost another girlfriend (this makes 4 or 5 since Stacy disappeared), his short-barreled assault rifle remains in custody and has garnered him a felony charge, and his former bathtub now resides in the evidence room awaiting disposition in the Kathleen Savio murder case. Joel (I-can´t-believe-it´s-not-over) Brodsky continues to stand by Drew and now there is a preview to the mug shot most residents of Bolingbrook are longing to see.
Until then, the new search boat, the Stacy Ann, the donated Hummingbird Sonar, and the volunteers who tirelessly look for Stacy continue their quest for recovery. The current searches have cleared over 34 barrels and myriad debris from the local waterways. This dedicated search for justice has spawned a remarkable camaraderie growing now into positive environmental changes for the community of Bolingbrook. All because of Stacy.
The irony in legacies can not be missed. Drew, the older ´mature´ half of the Peterson couple will be remembered as a cop who thought himself above the law, a psychopath, a womanizer, a derelict dad, a has-been. Young Stacy, on the other hand, is leaving a poignant legacy of a loving mom, the feeling that she could be everyone´s daughter/sister/niece/friend. She is leaving behind compassion and teamwork, unknowingly changing others´ lives by the care she exhibited during her brief years.
And the reminder that justice comes in ways we do not always expect.
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