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Finally

There's this guy, Duane, who has been insisting to police for nearly 11 years - a big, fat decade, mind you - that a missing KIMT-TV Mason City, Iowa, anchorwoman is buried by his Eagle Lake cabin, near Mason City.

Year after year, they p'shaw'ed his information. Meanwhile, the Jodi Huisentruit case grew ice cold.

Now, this 74-year-old man, Duane, had no connection with Ms. Huisentruit -- other than believing someone ditched her on his land and having briefly met her once in Mason City, where TV anchors are akin to movie stars. But he went and hired an engineering company recently to study the area, doing some high-tech sonar radar digital imaging heat seeking missile sort of examination.

Finally the police say they'll dig there for clues.

What exactly have the Mason City Police and Hancock County Sheriff's Department been doing with their time since 1995? What could it have hurt to placate this guy, and possibly solve one of the most famous missing person cases in Iowa history, by taking a digger out there and moving some earth? They weren't exactly hitting home runs in the case-solving arena with this one.

If they find Jodi, the least they could do is pay this guy back for the engineering fees. I'd say they'd be better served by hiring him full time.

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