Platform shoes and knee-high acrylic socks
were the rage. Nightclubs, loud music, gin fizzes, piña coladas, loud
clothes, and dancing all night long--yep, those were the days. Those were the
disco days.
Then disco died and so did I. When it came to disco, they
never looked back. When it came to me, well, it took a long time for them to
find me. They finally did, find me that is.
Residents in Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey set out in
December 1988 to clear a parcel of land alongside the Sandy Hook Bay for a
bicycle path. One of the volunteers thought he was reaching down to clear a
plastic ball when he soon discovered it was my skull. The authorities were called.
United together, one local police department, two state
police agencies, three medical examiners’ offices, one prosecutor’s office, and
public works set out to find the rest of my remains. They successfully
recovered 85% of me after doing a complete grid search of the area.
I may have died earlier than 1980, possibly during the disco
rage in the mid-1970s. They don’t know for certain. Here comes the hardest part--they
don’t know my name.
My profile data says I could have been anywhere from 15 to
18 years old, possibly up to 30 years old. I stood 5 feet tall, but possibly up
to 5 feet and 3 inches. I might have weighed 100 pounds, but possibly up to 120
pounds. I was wearing brown platform sandals, knee-high acrylic socks, and a long
sleeved grey-and-red nylon laced top.
The good news is that they have my DNA and my dental records
for comparison. If you know who I am, or think you know who I am, the
authorities can review the dental records or do a DNA comparison to a family
member.
If anyone out there knows who I am, please call and tell
them who I am!
Contact information:
New Jersey State Police
800-709-7090
Case #537234-88
Atlantic Highlands Police Department
732-291-1212
NIC #U337246242
View Her Profile Data: Monmouth New Jersey Jane Doe December 1988
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