Here’s one: My dad knew Kenneth Bianchi, aka the Hillside Strangler. He went to high school with Bianchi’s younger sister. At some point she was selling her brother’s belongings (before he was caught), and my dad bought a really nice pool cue. I was never allowed to touch it growing up, and my dad still has it somewhere. In a stranger and much later turn, my dad befriended the detective who broke the case and arrested Biancchi. He even bought the detective’s fishing boat. Weird world.