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The same rotten justice system that paroled early the burglar who raped and stole away the life of a talented newswoman and beautiful person may have finally done something right. It has denied him bail.

I also wonder where the scum, Brian M. Walters, got the black eye he was sporting as he appeared this morning in St. Louis County Circuit Court. The angry, vengeful woman in me secretly hopes Nancy gets credit for giving him a mere fraction of what he deserves. The rest of me doesn't want to go there, to her last moments, to wonder whether she had an opportunity to fight back and took it. I don't want to think of how she died, I just want to celebrate the happy life she led and shared with others.

For more insight into Nancy's life and legacy, please read the words of Post-Dispatch columnist Bill McClellan.

Also, Web site visitors were invited to share their thoughts about Nancy. Some were former coworkers, others -- like me -- looked to her as a mentor, yet others knew her only through her Saturday Lifestyle columns. Because she shared so much of herself in those columns, readers felt they knew her like a close friend or family member.

This senseless crime has devastated many, because Nancy touched everyone who knew her. Even those who never met her.

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