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Adding a positive twist to my relationship with my brother-in-law Randal Mead McCullough and his positive stuffs.
I don't know why I hadn't thought of this before but what the hell, eh? Better late than never I always say.
I loved Randy McCullough and so did lots of folks and maybe that's why he was so successful in his drug dealings. On the one hand was his negative world but to counter that, Randy had a caring side too that he showed to his friends and family.
Randy worked for the family company; SAIS in Dos Palos, CA and he traveled in both his drug dealings and his sales for SAIS.
Sais Bearing Supply Inc
Physical Address: 18015 State Highway 33, Dos Palos, CA 93620 (Map/Directions)
Mailing Address: 18015 State Highway 33, Dos Palos, CA 93620 (Remember I told yaw'll that the business was on Highway 33???)
I remember Randy wearing a specific T-shirt and I think he was trying to sell the shirts to alert people to the Kesterson tragedy. My memories may be a tad off but I know when he explained all this to me, I felt a kinship to him and the way I always felt about the environment, I always loved the fact that I was a home grown Hippie Girl. Wikipedia Illegal Drug tradeThe shirts had skulls on them and they referenced Kesterson Wildlife refuge. (Hey, it was the 1980s so I'm not real clear on some of this but now that I think of it, I'm almost positive he was selling the shirts and trying to get attention paid to what was going on.)
Randy's family business sold bearings and supplies for farming equipment. Janet Vincent worked for SAIS for many years and even found and married her first husband while she worked there. Terry Cole was his name and he was a nephew to my first husband's business partner; Jim Cole.
Terry and Janet seemed like the ideal couple and they were very happy. Terry worked for his father and uncle in the hay baling and swathing business.
.......... to make a long story short, Terry started experiencing some devastating symptons to being constantly in the fields. He would call his young wife sometimes and he would be lost. He didn't know where he was and he was often frightened when this happened.
Terry's 'illness' was getting worse and worse and one day he called his wife at SAIS and said he couldn't stand it anymore, he was at their home. Janet and my husband's brothers rushed to their home only to find that Terry had shot himself in the head but he was still alive when she, Randy and Storm arrived. (Could Terry have been murdered by someone else? If he appeared to have suicided himself there wouldn't have been an autopsy and the poisoning wouldn't have been found.)
To hear them tell the story there were blood and parts of Terry's brain and skull everywhere. If I remember correctly Terry died soon after their arrival. (The McCullough family would later go over and clean Janet's house for her.)
Randy talked of the Kesterson Wildlife Refuge a lot during one of our visits and now that I think of it, could his involvement in a movement to get Kesterson shut down part been of the reason he was murdered? hmmmmmmm I guess I'll never know. (Remember, if you will, that all of Randy's SAIS customers were farmers and were aware of the problems associated with Kesterson.)
I do know one thing, Randy's customers in both businesses were pretty high up in society and he was talking shit right and left about Kesterson. Most of his connections were business owners and lawyers and sons of doctors.
Kesterson Wildlife in the San Joaquin, Ca. area
EXCERPT:
In the last few decades, Carter begins, well over a billion dollars in taxpayers’ aid has been provided to a few hundred growers in the Westlands Water District (Westlands), which is part of the San Luis Unit of the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation’s Central Valley Project (CVP) in Central California. The CVP is the largest publicly funded water-management system in the United States, and Westlands is the biggest agricultural irrigation district in America. At nearly 1000 square miles, the Westlands is still dominated by a few pioneer dynastic families although congressional backers of the San Luis Unit a half a century ago promised that 6100 small family farms would be created if Northern California river water was brought to the desert on the West Side of the San Joaquin Valley (Valley). The promise was never kept and the larger landowners are still in control…
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How do I share this information without others thinking that I'm
conceited? Oh well, I'll just have to take the chance.
Here goes.
It started when he saw Brad. He fell in love. He wasn't the first
one, Brad brought that out in everyone.
He was a beautiful baby and well behaved. He was happy and he was
sweet. He was gentle and now, looking back, he was simply Brad.
I believe Randy fell in love with Brad right away. The next thing we
knew, Randy and Laura were getting married. Laura was pregnant. It
seems Randy wanted a son. He got one.
Randy and Russ had a nephew and niece already but Brad had red hair.
Brad looked like them. Aric and April had blonde hair like their
father and mother.
Brett Wesley was born a year and five months after Brad. He was and
is the spitting image of his father.
Randy and Laura must have liked being parents as it wasn't long before
Laura was pregnant again. They were extatic.
We spent lots of time together during this time and I got to know my
brother-in-law. We always had much to talk about. There was one
subject however that wasn't discussed. Drugs.
I didn't know till years after Randy died that he had a 600$ a day cocaine habit.
One might think that was enormous and wonder how he supported this
habit. Randy had a huge clintele and 600$ a day wasn't that big a
deal for my brother-in-law. It was a way of life.
As Laura got close to delivery she and Randy developed serious marital
problems. Laura couldn't stand the hours Randy worked. Not only did
he maintain his route at work but he had his outside business as well
that took up much of his times.
I started noticing that there were severe arguments when I visited
with Laura. Randy was never home and Laura resented it.
One night after the baby came we visited with Laura and Randy arrived
late. I didn't know at the time that they were separated. Randy was
living at the shop in the play area they had remodeled.
We had a wonderful evening and we all bonded nicely. At one point
Randy mentioned that he would like us to raise the boys if something
happened to him and Laura. BTW, the baby's name is Chad Bryan.
Not long after our visit, Randy replaced the Red BMW with a new family
car, a Cadilac; I had a Cadilac.
I visited with Laura now and again to watch Chad growing into a cute
little toddler.
On one such occasion Laura and I were drinking and I noticed she'd had
a lot. She asked me if I wanted to snort some coke. I told her maybe
that wasn't a good idea as the kids were around. She didn't skip a
beat. She broke out the biggest bag of cocaine I ever saw and I was
astonished.
Laura was very angry with Randy and was being careless with the bag.
After a while, she brought out another equal sized bag and left the
first one opened on the bar.
I was getting nervous as I had never seen anything like it before and
I knew that there was an awful lot of money in the two containers.
About the time I was ready to round up my son and leave, I heard the
pick-up. OMG, Randy was home.
Randy walked in and saw the situation and went livid. He started
yelling and screaming and telling his wife that the coke that was on
the bar could get them both killed if something happened. As life
would have it, I think THAT may have been the case.
Randy screamed at his wife that he hadn't even cut the coke yet. I
was moving toward the door with Brad and encouraging the couple to
please consider the kids and calm down.
I guess I made an impression on my brother-in-law as he quieted down
and he closed up the bags and suggested that he and Laura walk me
out.
I remember the last time I stopped by their house, Randy was there on
a lunch break and he picked up Brett and kissed him and muttered, "I
love you Boulder."
Russ got a phone call the day after Randy was found. His mother told
him what happened and asked her third son to please come home. If I remember
correctly Randy was murdered in Kerney Park in Fresno, CA.
We made the trip to Dos Palos and began the planning. Russ, his mom,
and I went to the morgue to identify the body. Randy had been
tortured and a family friend actually did the identification as he was
an undercover cop and knew what to look for. As a matter of fact, the
detective's wife was one of my mother-in-law's best friends as well as
her hair dresser. (I didn't know till much later when I was visiting
Laura and the kids about the torturing as she showed me the death certificate.)
BTW, did I tell you that Brad's name is Brad Ryan and Randy's baby's
name is Chad Bryan.
Randal Mead McCullough was 37 years old when he died and I don't
believe he realized that he was doomed when he had his first born. I
think he fell in love with my kid and wanted one of his own.
Randy had made a promise to his wife that he would get out of the
business and become a better family man. I think he cut his own
throat when he and Laura got pregnant.
It may have been destiny and I will always treasure our friendship.
Randy was a family man through and through and he had a cocaine
proplem for 18 years.
When Laura was in counceling after Randy's death the shrink shared
with her that Randy probably would not have lived much past 40 with
his alcohol and drug issues. His body could not have handled the
withdrawals.
Randy took a lot of love when he left this world and there were a lot
of people that judged what he did. He did a lot of harm in this world
and he had to pay with his life for what he did.
Randy also was responsible for the early death of his brother's first
wife. Debbie McCullough died at 44 of alcohol and drug problems and
it has been said that she was hooked the first time she did coke.
(I was
once handcuffed and thrown in the back of a Highway Patrol car when the cop saw
my license as there was a warrant out for Debra McCullough and my name is Dedra.
One of my first husband's sheriff's friends happened by and asked the
other cop what was going on. I was let go then, hmmmmmm, ain't life
a bitch?)
Three months to the day after Randy's death, my daughters step brother
Matthew Roussel died in a car accident and the autopsy showed he had
alcohol and cocaine in his system. He was 17 years old. The blazer
rolled on top of him and other than a slight dent in the roof, you
could not tell there had been an accident. His family questioned if he
would have died if he'd been wearing his seat belt cause it appeared that
the vehicle rolling over on him was what caused his death.
Matt's mother, my husband's second wife died a few years later at the
age of 49 by complications she got at the hospital.
There were many instances that will forever be embedded in my memory.
Laura went on a vacation to get away after the funeral. We house sat for her. Laura had shared that there was a silent alarm on the house but that didn't stop my husband from messing with the buttons. Next thing we knew there was a bullhorn and the house was surrounded by Sheriffs officers.
The phones were tapped in the house and one morning when Laura woke up there were skinned dead chickens all over her yard.
The next March, 20-20 the TV show came knocking on the family's door. They wanted to do a special on the murder. After the family had declined the offer, there was a front page story in the Fresno Bee and it had photographs of a dirty cop who was involved and also pictures of Randy's connections on a sail boat with the 'suspected' murderer.
About ten or twelve years after the murder I showed Randy's kids our wedding VHS and Chad shared with me that he had never heard his father's voice till then. He was not quite 2 when his father died.
.................. moving down the road in my recovery.
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