The Empire Strikes Back
Tue May 10 14:58:27 EDT 2005
On Tue, May 10, 2005 at 11:53:03AM -0400, Tim Wunder wrote:
> On 5/9/2005 9:19 PM, I believe that Kurt Wall wrote:
> >This absolutely beats all:
> Firefox says, "The operation timed out when contacting
Exclusive: Who Is 'PJ' Pamela Jones of Groklaw.Net?
Pamela Is A 61-Year-Old Jehovah's Witness Who Lives In A Shabby Genteel
Garden Apartment In Hartsdale, New York
By: Maureen O'Gara </author/2390ogaralinuxbusinessweek.htm>
May 7, 2005 09:15 PM
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A few weeks ago I went looking for the elusive harridan who supposedly
writes the Groklaw blog about the SCO v IBM suit.
The now-famous opinion-shaping open source leader Pamela Jones, aka
"PJ," doesn't give conventional face-to-face interviews. Never has, near
as anyone knows. All communication is virtual. Only one person in the
world has ever claimed to have met her - in the pressroom at LinuxWorld
in Boston complete with a Pamela Jones badge - and described her as a
fortyish reddish-blonde who giggled a lot.
/304 North Central Avenue, Hardsdale, NY[Photo: May 7, 2005 12:37 PM
- 304 North Central Avenue, Hartsdale, New York. The last known address
of Pamela Jones, as the superintendent of the building calls it, Ms. Pam
Oh yeah? Wonder what cold cr?me she uses.
Pamela Jones is a 61-year-old Jehovah's Witness who lives in a shabby
genteel garden apartment in desperate need of an interior decorator on a
heavily trafficked commercial road at 304 North Central Avenue in
Hartsdale, New York. Hartsdale is in Westchester and Westchester is IBM
See, even though Groklaw treats cell phones like they were Kleenex and
changes its unpublished numbers regularly, one number it left with a
journalist led to this flat and - wouldn't you know it but - some calls
from there had been placed to the courts in Utah and to the Canopy Group
so obviously this just isn't any Pamela Jones.
Pamela has lived in apartment 1A for 10 years at least, according to the
super, who says he's watched people move in, have children, and the
children marry and move away.
Now, this isn't your usual anonymous New York apartment. It's
practically a self-contained village where the super goes for the old
ladies' groceries when there's snow on the ground and people know each
/[Photo: May 7, 2005 12:41 PM - 304 North Central Avenue, Hartsdale, New
York. The last known address of Pamela Jones.]/
But the super didn't know much about Pamela except that she had a
computer, worked at home (maybe sometimes) for a lawyer, was "paranoid"
- his word - and "sensitive to smells."
He remembered how he was cleaning paintbrushes one day and she came
running down the stairs screaming "Fire."
She was also missing and had been for weeks.
Nobody there knew where she was.
She had up and disappeared one day, and the super was worried about her.
He said her son had dropped by and he didn't know where she was, and
that some strange man that "nobody knew," as the super described him,
had tried to get into her apartment while she was gone - the Medeco lock
she had had installed on her door - something nobody else in the complex
seemed to feel a need for - was more expensive than the door. But, as it
happened, the super said, she had just sent in her rent in an envelope
Like an episode out of "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego," the
trail led to 10 Bittersweet Trail in Norwalk, Connecticut, 24 miles
away. Sure enough, parked in the driveway was Pamela's car, just as the
super had described it, a dark gray '90s Japanese number with a bunch of
Jehovah Witness pamphlets tossed on the backseat.
The woman at the house, Barbara Jones Sharnik, told a disjointed story.
She didn't know Pamela, Pamela hated her, Pamela wasn't there, Pamela
left her car there because it got bumped, Pamela left her car there
because she left town, and so on.
Afterwards Barbara called the cops, and then the cops called the number
we left with her and the cops said that she was Pamela's mother and that
Pamela was on the run and had shacked up with her mother because she had
gotten "threatening mail" weeks before and that she had just gotten
spooked again because "people were getting hurt around [my] stories" and
had lighted out for Canada.
/[Photo: May 7, 2005 2:24 PM - 10 Bittersweet Trail in Norwalk,
Connecticut. Mom's house, where PJ's car was last seen on this driveway.]/
Odd, the subject of my stories - or any stories - never came up during
our brief interview. I was just looking for Pamela.
That left Pamela's son, Nicolas Richards, who, as it happens, had been
in the software business in Manhattan until - why, my goodness - things
seem to have come a cropper right around the time Groklaw came into
Nick and his ma were apparently involved together in Medabiliti Inc, an
ISV, because one Pamela Jones with a Westchester phone number (914
761-7423) and a Medabiliti e-mail (pjones at medabiliti.com) was down as
the director of public affairs on a Medabiliti press release dated April
Nick, as it happens, has written under his own byline on a Groklaw
sister site, GrokDoc, giving advice on technical writing. Nick and his
wife Andrea live in fancier digs than his ma on East 76th Street off
First Avenue, a neighborhood where apartments go for a couple of million
Now, according to one of Pamela's neighbors and fellow Jehovah's
Witness, being a Jehovah's Witness is pretty much a full-time job in and
of itself. Witnesses also don't usually get involved in worldly affairs.
So, is this story-spooked 61-year-old Jehovah's Witness with religious
tracts in her backseat also the 90-hour-a-week writer of the voluminous
PJ diatribes or is she a victim of identity theft?
*/TO BE CONTINUED.../**/
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