We Will Never Forget 9 11 01 Bravery Honor Sacrifice Shirt, hoodie, tank top
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“You need to be working anyway,” I said. Apparently he took my advice. After we broke up in January 1987, he hit six more banks in Dallas and Arlington in 1987 and 1988.
On May 4, 1988, I was watering the pansies and marigolds in my front yard when Mother called. A couple of months before, she had told me that she thought Mark was the Dapper Bandit. I just laughed at her. “Good grief, Mother,” I said. “Mark couldn’t rob a bank. He can hardly get his next beer open.”
This time Mother said,“You‘re not going to believe this. They caught the guy they think is the Dapper Bandit. The police surrounded his stalled El Camino after he robbed a Bright Banc in North Dallas. I don’t think it’s Mark, after all. But the strangest thing happened. When they caught him, he pulled a pistol and shot himself in the head. But he‘s still alive.”
“He shot himself in the head?” I screamed. “Mother, that is Mark! He told me that’s what he would do if he ever got caught.” I turned on the TV. The story of the Dapper Bandit led the local news. Big time. By the ten o’clock broadcast, they had identified him as Mark. I was talking on the telephone like a chatterbox. “That guy I was dating with the El Camino and the Camaro, remember? He’s the Dapper Bandit!” It was like discovering Jesse James in your bathroom. The most celebrated bank robber in modern times. I kept thinking about what one newspaper article said: “The Dapper Bandit is what legends are made of.”
I think about Mark all the time, whenever I pass a bank or ride by his old place on Park Lane. He lived like an outlaw who thinks, “If you get caught, you blow your head off.“ That’s what he tried to do, but he screwed up, ending up in a wheel chair instead of an outlaw’s grave. He confessed to robbing 7 of his career–total of 25 banks during the year and a half we were together, from September 1985 to January 1987. Now he’s doing 22 years without parole; he is recuperating in the U.S. Medical Center for Federal Prisoners in Springfield, Missouri. His fine was $1.7 million and $750,000 in restitution. Talk about a financial problem. But I gotta hand it to the guy: he went out like Clyde Barrow. His only words in public? “I’m sorry for all this.”
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