Growing up near Amherst, NY the ‘bike path rapist’ was my families version of ‘the boogeyman.’ I remember when he reemerged in 2006 my mom came into my bedroom and told me ‘not to go running by myself’ after class (I was at Daemen University at the time, and if you knew me then you’d know how laughable the thought of that was), but I understand her fear. Coincidentally when Joan Diver was killed I was dating her husbands (who was a Chemistry PhD at the University of Buffalo) lab assistant, and it gave me a fairly unique perspective into it all.