The story of two very different men, a horrific car accident, and a crime committed deep in the woods. Various facts and stories are cautiously presented, but the pieces of the puzzle don't fall into place straight away.
17 September 1983 was a seemingly ordinary day, except that several lives in my family has changed forever. It is the day that my parents were devastatingly wounded from a car accident. My father at the time was a young military officer with a bright future ahead of him. He was driving back from a party in an early evening to pick up the kids, with my mother sitting on his side. Inebriated, he stopped the car at a red light on top of one rail track where there was no barrier put in place. A train approached at full speed, hitting the car on the driver side and drag what remains of the vehicle, and its passengers, for a long distance. The opening image of VANISHING POINT is the front page picture from the newspaper report of my parents' accident that day. I grew up with that news photography and my father's fading memory of the day before the accident. After several months in recovery, my mother resumed her normal life and work. But my father suffered from severe brain damage, and he ...Written by