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I think I saw an area where this question was asked, but can't remember where. For me, it was many years later that I discovered I had crossed paths with Gary Gilmore, a death row murderer who became famous after his killing spree back in the seventies. I was about 19 years old at the time and had taken a job with a gas station in Eugene, Oregon. I was told that there had recently been a string of gas station murders up and down the Pacific northwest coast and inland towns. I had completely forgotten that warning when one night a pick-up truck pulled in to the station near closing time. The man said he had a flat tire and was parked off site on the highway curbside. I went about my business of closing the station down for the night and in doing so I saw the man coming from behind the building, like he was casing the place, looking for doors, ect. I noticed the truck had a very large barrel in the back of it. I was a little unnerved and the man asked me if I liked beer, and proceeded to give me a six pack of Coors beer. He had been making chit chat with me and asking some questions about how we went about doing our business at the gas station. I really never thought much about it, and started walking home . As I started home on foot I noticed the truck he had told me had a flat did not have any flattened tires. I was staying at a motel at the time and when I got back to my little kitchenette, I realized I had left a couple personal items at the gas station. I considered going back to retrieve them, but decided not to because I would have to walk. And then the next day I was summoned by the police because the gas station had been robbed of many gallons of gas and various other items after I left for the night. I told the police about the man and the truck, which had Colorado license plates and never gave another thought about WHO this robber was. It was possibly a couple years later when the photo of Gary Gilmore flashed on my television set. He had been caught and the trial ensued. That's when I put two and two together and years later after several documentories about Gilmore had been aired on television, the reality of just whom I had crossed paths with hit me. I have no idea why he didn't just massacre me like he did with his other murders, but a guardian angel was with me that night! Patsy, move this comment to it's proper place if you wish.