I realize this is an old story, but imagine my surprise. I left my hometown in 1987 to a career in the US Navy where I served for 22 years. After retirement, from the Navy I settled into a career in Virginia, Mom and Dad both passed away several years ago, both of my brothers moved away from Clarksville, I just dont keep up with hometown things like i used to. Last night, while waiting at the airport to pick up my wife from the airport, I was listening to a true crime podcast about a serial rapist in the Nashville Area. It wasnt until about 30 minutes into the podcast when the name of the rapist was mentioned. Robert Jason Burdick, I choked on the soda I was drinking, and nearly fell out of my truck. What the hell? Is this the same Jason Burdick that my younger brother bought his first car, a 72 Nova, from? The same guy that my step-father worked for Bob Burdick (Jason's dad) for more than 20 years? The same Jason Burdick that, after my highschool sweetheart and I broke up shortly I joined the Navy, he made a move on and got her pregnant, and then convinced to get an abortion? A decision that she has hated herself for , for more than 35 years. The dateline podcast, made Jason out to be some hometown super jock and ladies man, I certainly dont remember him as that, I remember a punk kid that was on the football team, but much more a follower than the Leader that dateline made him out to be. whenever some juvenile junk went down, Jason's name was always in the mix, it seemed there was two Jason's, the one his parents thought he was and were raising him to be, and public ass that everyone else knew, day in and day out. I have held a grudge against Jason for a lot of years for some decisions he made as a kid, and take a lot of solace in where he is today and will remain for the rest of his life. In the late 80's and early 90's I wanted to come back to Clarksville and beat this dudes ass for some of the hurtful sheenanigans he pulled on some folks I care about, but my life and career were more valuable to me than spending time in a legal choas that surely would have ensued had I acted. BUT I had to know, was this the same Jason Burdick that made all these memories come rushing back to me after so many years? as soon as I got home and put his name in my browser, that question was answered, it was. all I can say is "finally Jason, you are where you belong, and will remain there, until you can no longer hurt another lady...you are such a coward, my only regret is not beating your ass so bad that you never would have thought of trying to hurt all these women and girls. you are a disgusting excuse for a man"