In a minimally publicized trial, from which the media and public was barred, Miller was found guilty of first-degree murder but was acquitted on the rape charge, presumably on the technicality that the rape had occurred after his mother was dead. On March 24, 1983, twenty-year-old Michael Miller, the son of President Ronald Reagan’s personal lawyer, Roy Miller, raped and clubbed to death his mother, Marguerite. Patricide is not an altogether new crime in the second echelon of Southland society. With that, our conversation was concluded. “I heard the father was pretty rough on those kids.” The tale in all its gory grimness was the cover story that week in People magazine, many copies of which were being read on the plane.
A week before, two rich and privileged young men named Lyle and Erik Menendez had been arrested for the brutal slaying of their parents in the family’s $5 million mansion on Elm Drive, a sedate tree-lined street that is considered one of the most prestigious addresses in Beverly Hills. His carry-on luggage was expensive, filled with audiotapes, playing cards, and more magazines.
There were signals of affluence in his chat the Concorde was mentioned. The young traveler in the swivel chair was returning to California after a sojourn in Europe. Although I rarely engage in conversations with strangers on airplanes, I always have a certain curiosity to know who everyone is on MGM Grand Air, which I imagine is a bit like the Orient Express in its heyday.
On a recent New York–to–Los Angeles trip on MGM Grand Air, that most luxurious of all coast-to-coast flights, I was chilled to the bone marrow during a brief encounter with a fellow passenger, a boy of perhaps fourteen, or fifteen, or maybe even sixteen, who lounged restlessly in a sprawled-out fashion, arms and legs akimbo, avidly reading racing-car magazines, chewing gum, and beating time to the music on his Walkman.
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