I can vaguely recall the B&C death car making the rounds as a side show attraction many years ago. It showed up one weekend at the local K Mart. Bizarre. Around the time of the 75th anniversary of their death, there were a couple of good books that I was reading that prompted my interest. I happened to be in Dallas around that time and thought it would be interesting to see their burial places. So I found the cemetery where Bonnie is buried and my wife (lacking my enthusiasm) and I drive out there. The place turned out to be enormous with thousands of graves. I had no clue where she was and wondered around a bit with no luck. It was about 100 degrees and when I'm about to give up, I notice a guy weed whacking off in distance. I tell my wife that we should ask him and she says good luck and gets back into the air conditioned car. So I'm walking across the cemetery toward this guy feeling more and more like the zombie at the beginning of Night of the Living Dead ("their coming to get you Barbara"). The guy never looks up once as I approach. When I get close to him he turns off his weed whacker and before I can say a word he points toward some trees in the distance and says "she is over there." A cautionary tale as there were probably tens of thousands of law abiding decent citizens buried there and Bonnie Parker is apparently the only person that anyone asks about. Clyde is buried is an older, smaller, and seemingly abandoned cemetery with his brother Buck just a couple miles from Dealey Plaza where JFK was assassinated. Surreal. B&C have become the stuff of American lore but they were petty, cold blooded killers at heart. That contrast between glamorizing them and understanding the violent nature of their acts is a very real one.
