Comments on: John Joubert

By: Kathybird

Kathybird — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:34:36 +0000

Robert,
at first I was thinking, what does any of this have to do with the story at hand, but I kept reading your post any ways. Thank you for a very interesting read. Maybe you should think about publishing and short story or something. I found your style very captivating. I was a paper girl myself as a teen. Though I know I have my “interesting moments”, I’m sure I could never make them as interesting as you did yours.
:)

By: Christy

Christy — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 20:26:23 +0000

Robert, you have sealed the fact that my boys will never have a paper route.

You have a guardian angel.

By: Lantern

Lantern — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:13:30 +0000

Dear Jeff,

Sorry I have not been on this site for a little while.

As for Tombstoner, don’t worry about it. What he did was he sent in a photo request to a volunteer who took the photo for him. I know this because I viewed the photographer’s messages and he Tombstoner thanked him for the photo.

What the rules of FindaGrave state is that it is mandatory that a member honor a transfer request from a family member. I have an old email address for Danny Joe’s father. If you want it let me know and I will email Max the Cat and have him forward it to you- then all Danny Joe’s dad needs to do is transfer it to you- then you can edit the memorial anyway you like.

And I hate to critique, but the photo could have been better even though the flowers were nice- I have seen the grave site on “Forensic Files” and I know that there is a beautiful tree next to the grave that I would have included in the photo. Probably a close up of the marker and then a landscape shot.

I did the memorial for Chris Walden by the way.

Create a profile on the site and publically ask for the transfer now, afterall he did promise- too bad all he has done so far is make a photo request based on the info you gave him and did not even bother to thank you for it.

By: Jeff H.

Jeff H. — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 05:04:11 +0000

Lantern:
Thank you much for the great idea and vote of confidence. I was
certainly more than willing to do just that and contribute in any way I could to Danny’s memorial. I e-mailed “Tombstoner”, the author of “Find a Grave” asking for instructions on how to contribute to the memorial and that I planned on soon visiting the grave. I did not say anything about the “Joubert- People You’ll See
in Hell” website or your link, because I didn’t want to give out too much information to someone, author,etc. who I didn’t yet know and I didn’t think you’d want that either (Tombstoner could’ve seen
your comments about someone else doing a much better job).
Seeing that the memorial at that time was very vague, even stating
only “buried somewhere in Nebraska”, I did tell Tombstoner that I
knew in fact that Danny Eberle was buried specifically in the Bellevue City Cemetery and even the exact plot location. I never
heard anything back from Tombstoner, but something made me just
tonite recheck the memorial site. Now all of the sudden there are pictures of the grave marker ( not from me ) and a word for word
description of grave location just as I had worded it. I think this is a great improvement to this memorial in Danny’s memory, I only wish I had had the chance to actually be the one contributing rather than someone else. Thank you for the info. on “Tombstoner- Find a
Grave” I had no idea that even existed.

By: Lantern

Lantern — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 23:49:41 +0000

Jeff Hintz,

when you visit his grave I hope you will snap a photo and then add it to his memorial at findagrave. There is a memorial on there for him, but the author states on his profile that he will transfer his memorials to friends/family on request. i think you can do a much better job with that memorial, the person there does not even list a cemetery, etc.- in fact you should register on there now and request and redo it.

findagrave links:

Danny Joe Eberle:
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=eberle&GSfn=danny&GSmn=joe&GSbyrel=in&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=11940092&
Christopher Paul Walden:
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSmid=46907378&GRid=39880771&

By: Maelstrom

Maelstrom — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 02:51:47 +0000

I did the same exact thing you did, except every time I log in I am forced to look at that motherfuck of a dwarf hobbit James Sargent staring blankly into the camera like some hopped up goth reject.

Oh joy.

By: Lantern

Lantern — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 02:14:16 +0000

I favorted this site from this page so, unfortunately, everytime I log in I have to look at “jerk-off” Joubert’s stupid face.

By: RobertC

RobertC — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 06:52:43 +0000

When I was 13 in the early 80’s I had a paper route. I was 5’0 tall and weighed 90 lbs if that, I was lucky in that I grew up around adults that I could trust and who were great mentors and in communities that were supportive. As ridicules as it may seem, I had the imagination of my youth that if Mr. T had wanted to fight me I would have had an even chance of winning. I was a legend in my own mind. I was trusting and a little on the shy side but also very resilient. It never would have crossed my mind that an adult would want to kill me or that I could even be killed for that matter. The truth is though, if someone like John Joubert had wanted to take me, he could have had me in the trunk in two seconds.
I had to collect from my customers and my mother told me to never go into anyone’s homes, but it seemed like everyone had me in their living-rooms while they wrote a check or dug money out of purses or wallets. This one guy invited me in. I walked into a very filthy living-room. There was trash on the floors and half eaten meals and cans on the table and counters and the place reeked of cigarettes and filth. I heard the door close behind me and turned to find him between me and the door. He pointed towards an Atari on the filthy coffee table and asked me if I wanted to play. I said, “No thank-you” and he got really pissed off acting and looking and started complaining that he did not get his paper early enough and wanted it delivered earlier or he would cancel. The time he was demanding his paper be delivered was even earlier than when they were dropped off for me and I told him that. “You see, that is exactly what I am talking about…!!” he started yelling and I was now alarmed and told him I was leaving and tried to go around him but he grabbed my shoulder and said that I was not going anywhere and I could feel him pressing me deeper into the house towards the hallway. I whined that my friend was waiting outside for me (a lie) and his jaw dropped and he headed towards the front window. I ran past him out the front door and fled on my bike.
Another time I had stopped and got off my bike and was readjusting my bags when a car passed me and pulled off to the side and a man got out and started walking towards me. As he approached he asked if he could buy a paper and I told him that I was only given enough for my route but told him he could get a paper from the 7-Eleven he passed a couple blocks up the street. He was really a decent looking friendly guy, smiling and talking softly but the situation was troubling me and he was looking this way and that as he neared. He was telling me that he thought he could just buy a paper from me. By this time I was back on my bike but with nowhere to go because like an idiot I was between parked cars. And that was when my dog slid around one of the parked cars. The guy looked like he was about to buckle as the dog stopped between us and alerted towards him, silently staring. The guys voice cracked and he asked me if it was a wolf. I simply said no and the guy went back to his car. That was the best dog I have ever had- I named him Mad Max after a movie and he was a malamute husky mix and big enough that I used to put his paws on my shoulders and dance with him (ha ha). But that dog always loyally followed right behind me every morning on my route and never strayed or chased anyone or went after papers. He was great. The whole thing with this guy in the car could have been innocent- but who knows ?
I had a great route manager and he used to pick us kids up in the bed of his pick-up and drop us off all over the place to solicit for new subscribers. There were trips to Great America and pizza parties sponsored by the paper. I met a lot of good friends from my JH that I had always just passed in the hallways and never would have known. I was having a real rough time with my first period teacher in the 7th grade and one morning I came in late due to problems on my route and he asked me why I was late and instead of criticizing me like I expected he showed me a lot of approval and respect that I had a job and I thought that was really cool.
I lived in an upper-class subdivision except for the old part of the neighborhood that was a cluster of shack like old duplexes and with my luck I pulled them on my route. I had one street of regular houses with 16 customers who always paid on time and every time. But the duplexes were something else. Four to six customers would move every month without paying and that money would come out of my pocket because I was basically billed by the paper and got to keep what was left over. I was getting shorted every month and a lot of those customers were asking to pay late or to be carried for another month. Anyway my great route manager was transferred and I got some old jerk who took the only street with houses on it and gave it to another kid and no matter how I did the math I knew I would never make another dime on that route with just the old duplex deadbeats. So, when the manager came to pick up my paperwork for the street for the other kid I handed him the entire binder, told him I quit, and slammed the door in his face.
When I was in college and read the book about what happened to Danny Joe it kept me up very late because I was so troubled by the realization of just how breakable I was back then.