Brian Bolter's Blog

I rode in her cab. Two weeks ago. And Christy Freeman was behind the wheel. It came as much as a surprise to me as anyone else when the news broke. In fact, I didn't even make the connection until I learned the accused killer owned Classic Cabs. Then, it all came back to me.

Spending a weekend just outside Ocean City, a local who've I been friends with for several years called us a cab to head into town. When the Classic Cab pulled into the driveway, I hopped in and we were off. There were introductions. My friend has known Freeman for many years and regularly uses/recommends her unique cab service to vacationers and residents alike. Although Freeman rarely drives the cabs herself I discovered along the short trip. But with the season hopping and a personal friend calling in for a ride, she drove the 1960's era car for the one way ride.

Conversation was short. I do recall Freeman wearing a large NASCAR shirt/sweatshirt. That jives with the many witness accounts that claim noone knew she was pregnant because of her baggy clothes. Beyond that, the trip took ten minutes and my friend and I were off into the night air.

The brief encounter may give me a personal connection to this story. But it certainly doesn't cloud my judgment in reporting the facts in this case. The accusations are awful. They get worse by the day. I haven't spoken with my friend who knows Freeman personally. Have no idea if he is upset, concerned, defensive, angry or sickened. Perhaps all of the above. But Ocean City is a small town. Spend any time at the beach, and you're bound to find degrees of separation to any news story. Particularly a national story. Although riding in the back of Christy Freeman's Classic Cab is a little too close for comfort.