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television station.
    He was quite adept at electronics; he has been described by some who knew him as "brilliant" in that field, and, in the same breath, "lazy." He was skilled at electrical wiring, too, and he was a fair backyard mechanic.
     Jerry Brudos graduated 142nd in the class of 202, with a grade-point average of 2.1, just above a C. He attended Oregon State University for a short time, Salem Technical Vocational School for a while, and dabbled at a few other advanced schools.
    On March 9, 1959, Jerry joined the U.S. Army and was sent to Fort Ord, California, and subsequently to Fort Gordon, Georgia, for basic and advanced training in the Signal Corps. He eventually achieved the rank of E-2. With his skill and interest in communication and electronics, the Army might have been the perfect choice for him.
    But his obsessions had never left him.
    He became convinced that a Korean girl had come into the barracks one night and crawled into his bunk and tried to seduce him. "I didn't want her and I came up fighting and beat her badly."
    The dream woman returned on several occasions, and Jerry wondered that none of his barracks mates teased him about it. At length he decided that there was no real woman—that she was only a dream. No one complained of the noise that accompanied his beating of the woman. No one even noticed when she came in the night to tease and fondle him.
    Jerry worried that he hated the woman so much he wanted to beat her and kill her. He went to the Army chaplain, who referred him to Captain Theodore J. Barry, the staff psychiatrist. Dr. Barry determined that Jerry was not fit for the service because of his bizarre obsessions and recommended discharge for him under AR 635-208. On October 15, 1959, Jerry was discharged—disappointed and wondering why the Army should let him go for such a minor thing.
     Jerry Brudos, twenty years old now, returned to Corvallis, Oregon, after his discharge and moved into the two-bedroom house where his parents lived. He was allowed to live in the second bedroom; but then Larry came home from college. As always, Larry came first. He was given the extra bedroom, and Jerry was relegated to a shed on the property. He covered the windows so no one could peer in at him and "because I wanted to keep out the light."
     His old anger at his mother surged back. Larry had the good room; he had the shed.
    Both Mr. Brudos and Larry came to Jerry and advised him to give up trying to find favor in his mother's eyes. "She will never treat you well. She never has and she never will." They seemed sympathetic to him—but as impotent as he was in trying to change things.
     He stayed away from home as much as possible, and when he was on the Brudos property he sequestered himself in his darkened shack and tried to shut out the knowledge that his mother still seemed to be in control of his life.
    One evening, Jerry went over to Salem on an errand. He spotted a pretty young woman walking near the telephone office. She wore a bright red outfit, and he could not take his eyes off her. He followed her, excited by the scarlet clothing. She did not realize he was just behind her as she turned into the doorway of an apartment house. Only when she was in the dim, deserted foyer did she hear the soft footfall right behind her. She turned, frightened. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sound, Jerry simply closed his hands around her neck and choked her until she fell to the floor, semiconscious. Jerry looked down at her, lying helpless there, and debated what he should do to her.
    She was lucky: he only stole her shoes.
    It happened again in Portland. The stalking of a woman who wore sexy shoes. Again, he choked his quarry, but this time the woman fought back and he managed to make off with only one shoe.
    Back in his shack, he slept with the shoes, remembering the power he'd had over their owners—if only for a short time. Somehow, this made him feel stronger now when he