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How did Quincy Davis vanish, and no one noticed for 11 years?
A state trooper conducting a traffic stop in June discovered the body of Quincy Davis in the trunk of his mother’s car.
His whereabouts are unknown for the last 11 years, when he was a middle school student in Virginia Beach.
How does a child just disappear? How does no one notice he’s missing for 11 years?

 

Former Va. Beach mayor’s new challenge: Alzheimer’s
VIRGINIA BEACH — One day last fall, Martha Raynor noticed Meyera Oberndorf’s shirt wasn’t on quite right.
The two were in the bedroom of Meyera’s apartment at Beth Sholom Village, the place she’s called home for several months. Martha had been sorting through Meyera’s closet, organizing and hanging up clothes.
Since Meyera’s husband, Roger Oberndorf, died in October, her best friend, Martha, has stepped up to keep her schedule, plan her outfits, read her mail to her.
She helps with the things Meyera can’t do on her own.

 

Retired colonel finds his voice with Sinatra
Across the street from The Capes Resort Hotel, on the sidewalk in front of Giovanni’s Italian restaurant, a man sporting a checkered fedora slipped through the crowd.
Cars and buses rushed down Atlantic Avenue behind him. A steady stream of tourists and beachgoers strolled by, taking in the breezy summer night in Virginia Beach.
A wooden stage just big enough for one person sat next to the curb, but the man in the fedora wouldn’t be needing it.
He prefers to wander with his microphone, catching passers-by unaware.
A light rat-tat-tat of drums sounded over the speakers, followed by a voice straight out of time.

 

The punk rocker who robbed a bank
VIRGINIA BEACH — He turned 50 the day he walked into the Bank of America near Town Center with a note written in black Sharpie.
It was just before 3:30 p.m. when he handed it to a teller.
“Business as usual for 10 minutes when I leave or else,” it ended.
Surveillance footage captured images of a thin man dressed in a green flannel jacket, golfers’ cap and large, black-rimmed glasses.
He wore no mask. His face, clearly visible, was just as recognizable: Vernon Guinn, guitarist for the popular local 1980s punk rock bank Antic Hay.

 

Census finally gets Wyoming town’s population right: 4
LOST SPRINGS — The reflective green sign off U.S. Highway 18/20 causes most who pass to double take, then hit the brakes.
LOST SPRINGS
POP 1
ELEV 4996
Drivers turn around, flip on the emergency blinkers and pull out the camera.

 

Alive and fermenting 
NEWCASTLE — The particular sourdough starter under consideration is older than most things.
It was created before the rotary dial, airplane and modern assembly line. Someone first stirred its ingredients together the same year the Eiffel Tower opened and Vincent van Gogh painted “Starry Night.”

 

The legend of Teddy Bear Corner 
For at least 70 years, stuffed animals have collected in a pile off a dirt road near Kemmerer. But why?

 

Making it: The gamble 
He was tired of waiting. In 2009 Jim Olm decided to make the one thing he had always wanted happen, on his own. But as an unknown in a world where who you are and who you know matters, could he do it?
First of five parts.
Part 2: Wanted: Director
Part 3: Finally, breakthroughs 
Part 4: David and Goliath
Part 5: Opening

 

The power of faith 
COKEVILLE — In this place, the dead are buried on a hill overlooking town.
May 16, 1986, could have brought 154 more graves to the cemetery, seven years of the community’s children gone.

 

Mother reclaims life for her two sons 
When the call came, she was in the hallway of her apartment, getting her son dressed.
Khara Ledoux had tried not to get her hopes up. She told friends how competitive it was to get into the program. Thirty-two women had applied.
“They only take 10 girls,” Khara had said.

 

Searching for Stan Lee in the vault
If you take the elevator down to the basement, let in by an archivist with the pass code, you find yourself in a place where the walls move.

 

Colored by combat
CODY — In the painting, the green man is dead.
His legs are crossed, head hung on his shoulders. Seven rifles blast through him.
He is crucified in oil on linen, against a sea of blood.

 

Finding the U.S. Capitol Christmas tree
The second tree of the day was a beauty — 70 to 80 feet tall, a luscious green, not a bare spot on it. A full-bodied Engelmann spruce.
When Ted Bechtol saw it, the superintendent of U.S. Capitol grounds stepped back, snapped a photograph.
“It’s really fat,” he said. “This is such a beefy tree.”
To our untrained eyes, this one would appear perfect. But Bechtol, an expert in matters coniferous, thought otherwise.

 

Lorin’s fiddles 
Her fingers can still find the notes, all these years later.
She lifts the fiddle to her shoulder and glides the bow downward. “Amazing Grace” hums from the strings. The sound is gentle and fine.

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