In What Way Was John Glenn the Last American Hero?

Alice George titled her book The Last American Hero: The Remarkable Life of John Glenn to reflect her view of Glenn as a singular figure in American history—a man whose life embodied a heroic ideal that she believes has faded from the national consciousness. In her portrayal, Glenn isn’t just a hero for his feats as a fighter pilot, astronaut, and senator, but a symbol of a bygone era when Americans embraced real, flawed individuals as icons of courage and service. She suggests that his 1962 orbit of Earth, his steady character, and his lifelong dedication to public duty made him a unifying figure during a fractious time, like the Cold War and the turbulent 1960s—a role she argues is rare in today’s cynical age.

George doesn’t explicitly dissect the title in the book, but her narrative implies a nostalgia for a time when figures like Glenn could capture the public’s imagination without being torn down by modern skepticism. In interviews around the book’s 2020 release, she noted how Glenn’s death in 2016 prompted obituaries that universally hailed him as heroic, striking her as a contrast to a culture quick to spotlight flaws over valor. She seems to propose that Glenn might be “the last” because society now favors fictional superheroes over flesh-and-blood ones, a shift she ties to a loss of faith in human potential amid scandals and division. The title’s provocative edge—implying no successors—challenges readers to consider whether such heroes can still emerge, or if Glenn’s mold, forged in a specific American moment, is truly broken.

The book brought to mind two other books I've read in recent years, the first being The Last Boy, Jane Leavy's book about Mickey Mantle. "The Sports Illustrated journalist titled her story The Last Boy because sports journalism was moving into a new era. Up till Mantle, the innocence of our heroes was preserved because of the unwritten rule that journalists protect the privacy of person's of importance. They helped maintain the images that had been carefully crafted.

"Leavy essentially states that at a certain moment in time a shift occurred. Up until then, if you revealed what you knew about a player, you were bad. You were slapped on the wrist and sent to your room without supper. Post-Mantle, in the new era of sports journalism, if you failed to reveal something you knew, you were punished. Writers were no longer permitted to conceal. It was their job to reveal."(1)

In both books, the authors use a singular iconic figure to illustrate how journalism in particular, and the broader culture in general, have changed.

The second book that came to mind was Ghost Burglar, by Jim King and Jack Burch. Ghost Burglar is the story of Bernard Welch, one of the most successful thieves in U.S. history, as well a surprisingly witty prison escapee, with two such exits under his belt. 

The book does an excellent job of showing the education of Bernard Welch, how he learned his trade and how he’d become so elusive. How did he end up with a home, including a sauna and indoor pool, in one of Duluth's most elite neighborhoods? That was a lesson he learned from an incident earlier in his career. He was an east coast crook, rich neighborhoods from Jersey to D.C., but he got caught because 200 miles away is still too near when fencing stolen goods. During his first stint in prison he assessed the mistakes he'd made and refined his methods. One of these was how to put his stolen merchandise back into the market and he settled on an unsuspecting community a thousand miles away.(2)

The reason this latter book came to mind is because one of the homes Bernard Welch robbed was that of John Glenn's. There were awards Glenn had received for his achievements, made of gold, which the burglar stole and melted down for resale. 

Though each of these books tell different tales, it's interesting how they also intersect and reveal things about the times we live in.

(1) The Shifting Tides of Sports Journalism

(2) Ghost Burglar

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Eight Minutes with Jack Burch and Jim King, Co-Authors of Ghost Burglar

New York Prison Escape Brings Back Memories. Plus, Insights from the Author of Ghost Burglar

From fall 1978 to summer of 1979 I was involved one day a week in prison visitation at the Bayamon Prison in Puerto Rico. The experiences I had inspired an idea for a novel that I never wrote, but there were many fascinating stories that came from the experience. The year before I arrived there was a successful prison escape that was somewhat humorous in its audacity. On another occasion there was a less amusing story in which two guards were shot. Both these stories came to mind when the news was first released regarding the well-publicized story of two convicted murderers who escaped this week from a New York penitentiary.

One feature of the story especially struck me, the confidence with which the police indicated that the escapees would be captured quickly. It brought to mind the book Ghost Burglar (Savage Press) which I reviewed a little over two years ago and my interview with the authors Jack Burch and James King.

Tonight I sent the authors a quick email to ask what their thoughts were on this story, and how what they learned from their own research would apply here.

EN: What lessons would you take away from the Bernard Welch story that apply to this news story?

James King: Ed, thanks for remembering the details of our book, Ghost Burglar. I had the same thoughts as you about the recent escape. I think what's powering this story is that the escape process was similar to the movie "Shawshank Redemption." Bernard Welch and his partner saw a flaw in Dannemora prison security and went over a fence during a prison ball game. Not quite as interesting as digging a tunnel, but equally effective.

Welch [ednote: the central character in Ghost Burglar] was free as an escapee for over five years. That was when he was active in the Virginia, Maryland and Washington, DC areas. During that time he stole an estimated fifty million dollars in goods, raped several women and committed one and possibly two murders. He was arrested and sentenced to 147 years in an escape proof prison. He managed to escape by concocting a ruse that he was an informer about future planned escapes and was sent to the Chicago Metropolitan Correctional Center in downtown Chicago. He and a partner managed to escape from the high rise prison by sliding down a buffer electric cord. It took several months for him to be recaptured near Pittsburgh, PA.

I believe the confidence of authorities in the capture of the two current escapees is to placate the public. The prison certainly has egg on its face because of the brazen way the escape occurred. I would bet that there will be some reassignments of personnel there in the near future. The only positive to the whole affair is the nation-wide media attention on the story. That will make the escapees' efforts to disappear very difficult. It should hasten their capture, but how long will it take? No one really knows. I only hope they do not harm any innocent people while they are on the run.

If you remember a couple of years ago two prisoners escaped from the Chicago Metropolitan Center in the same way as Welch did, but using bedsheets instead of an electric cord. I think this proves that lifer convicts will always try to escape. They have nothing to lose by trying. They are already serving a life sentence. What more can be done to them? The take-away from this is that long-term prisoners with a violent past have to be placed in truly escape proof facilities. That's why Alcatraz prison in the San Francisco Bay was so effective. A few made it over the wall, but did not survive the Bay waters.

The problem is that such high security prisons are expensive to operate. In tight financial times they become difficult to justify to the taxpayer. In high security prisons the inmates are usually held in small single cells for twenty-three hours a day for years. This creates a humanitarian concern. The problem is humanitarian concerns make prison security much more difficult. Desperate people will take advantage of any weakness they can exploit. This places prison administrators in a difficult position.

What's the answer? I don't truly know. History tells us there will always be escape attempts. Can they all be stopped? Probably not.

Introducing the Roomba Lawn Mower

About ten days ago I had the privilege of meeting Jack Burch and Jim King, co-authors of Ghost Burglar, who were in town for an autograph signing at Barnes & Noble. The book is a true life crime story with Duluth connections, and a real page-turner. Mr. King and I struck up a conversation about other interests and ended up discovering a mutual liking for sci-fi. As it turns out, in addition to his being able to produce an entertaining true crime adventure he's likewise able to craft equally entertaining fiction. And, as it turns out, offered up a little blog entertainment for when I have a "slow day" here at Ennyman's Territory. Thank you, Jim.

Ed,

I just read your blog on cars that might drive themselves one day. As you know I am an author and I make my living by writing. I resent anything that takes me away from that creative pursuit, but like everyone I still have to do the mundane tasks of life, like laundry, dishes, vacuuming. I don’t like them, but I do them. Okay, I know I am beginning to whine. It’s not like I have to boil the water on a wood stove and scrub clothes by hand. I know that, but allow me to moan for a bit before I continue.

I feel better now. The large glass of red wine helps.

I just got off my lawn tractor after mowing two and a half acres of rolling lawn at my home in Maryland. Might I mention it is a hot and humid August day, I’m all sweaty and my ears ring from the drone of the John Deere engine? That’s five and a half hours and three gallons of gas wasted. Looking back some forty years ago when I bought this property I wonder why I thought it would be a good idea to spend the rest of my life mowing grass. It was an old cow pasture with a few scraggly weeds and I paid a guy a lot of money to plow it up and sow grass seed. Then I fertilized and watered it so it will grow. Then I cut it down, once a week, every week until winter comes.

What was I thinking?

Okay, to the point of my complaint. I’m looking at a Roomba Vacuum that every day bumps around and automatically vacuums the house. That way I can write as the little gizmo does the mindless chore of sucking up dust bunnies. Do you think that Ernest Hemmingway searched for the right vacuum attachment to get at cobwebs?

Then I read your blog about cars that drive themselves and it hit me; the merging of two great ideas. Why not a Roomba lawn mower? Every day while I am churning out the great American novel the Roomba thingy would be mowing. It would putter along until it hit a fence then turn and buzz in the other direction until it hit another fence; back and forth, all day every day with no creative thoughts to bother its little electrodes. And if it were solar powered I would save hundreds of dollars each season on gas. While I could be on the computer composing breathless prose that would make my publisher shiver in delight. Problem solved!

So Ed, you may worry about machines taking over the world, but some of us don’t. In fact we look forward to it. Now do you know if anybody is working on a robot that will fill the dish washer?

Jim King

Eight Minutes with Jack Burch and Jim King, Co-Authors of Ghost Burglar

 Welch's aliases included changes in appearance.

Thursday morning I wrote a review of the true crime drama Ghost Burglar with its prison escapes and Duluth connection. The authors, Jack Burch and Jim King, were not acquainted with one another until their paths crossed while Burch was researching what he thought would be an interesting story. I can imagine the book becoming the basis for a film, but am not sure who the Coen brothers would cast in the lead. Any suggestions?

Bernard Welch was an east coast criminal who made his money by means of night prowling, breaking and enterings. He took on a variety of aliases as a means of staying under the radar and used Duluth, MN as a getaway for processing his loot, among other things. His name while in Duluth was Hamilton, which was the last name of the woman he lived with as husband and wife.

Jim King: I had researched his past criminal life when I was investigating the ghost burglaries. I had also helped process him when he was finally arrested and searched his house in Virginia. I had interviewed his common-law wife Linda, seen his children and saw him in court when he was tried for murder. But I did not know him. I did not know of his young life or of the criminal pattern that began to develop when he started shoplifting candy while he was still riding a bike. I knew nothing of the high school dropout, his alcoholic father or fantasizing mother. I never had heard of his trail of crime while he was a teen, his early marriage, his daughters, his houses, or his upstate New York crimes. No, I did not know these things; I did not need to. I knew enough for him to be charged in Montgomery County, Maryland, and I knew enough to exult when he was sent to prison for murder.

EN: So the book was a real team effort. You were acquainted with the criminal activity of Bernard Welch, but your co-author did the research that brought him to life.

On the surface Welch looked fairly nondescript

JK: My co-author, Jack Burch, has done a masterful job delving into Welch’s past. I learned of the dark soul Welch hid while he used others for his purposes. I learned of his desire for wealth, for success, for dominance, for recognition, all attained without regard for others. I discovered that, when he was very young, he chose the criminal path to achieve his desires. I learned he was clever, devious, daring and dangerous.

I learned he was what is known as a sociopath, a person without the internal restraints of normal people. There was no thought within his mind about what was right or wrong, only what was good for him. I learned of the wretched life of poverty he had condemned his three children by Linda to live. He had hidden money he could have given them for food, for medicine, for needed operations, but he did not. The money remained in a hole in the ground until he needed it for his escape years later. To me, as a police officer, a human and a father, this one example of selfishness clearly defined Bernard Welch. Yes, I discovered many things about Bernard Welch. These past years of research, learning of his life, learning of his actions, and reading what others have said of him have been extraordinarily revealing; I know him now.

EN: How many of Welch's neighbors did you talk with and what were their impressions after he got cuffed.

Jack Burch: During my research in Duluth for Ghost Burglar I spoke to about a dozen of Bernard Welch's neighbors and merchants of Duluth and the Twin Cities that he had business dealings with. Some of those I spoke with requested that I not mention their name.

Processing the stolen goods took time.

EN: How did the people in Duluth feel when they found out that they'd been unintentionally serving as a fence for Welch?

JB: Most of the folks in Duluth acquainted with Welch were shocked to find out that the man they knew as Norm Hamilton was actually a career criminal and had been arrested in Washington D.C. for burglary and first degree murder. It was distressing for many of the antique dealers, auction houses and buyers he dealt with to discover that the high end antiques and collectibles that passed into their hands were stolen a thousand miles away and transported to Minnesota for resale. Also the merchants Welch dealt with throughout the summer months he stayed in Duluth were paid with funds that were the proceeds from his felonious thefts. The "Hamilton's" bought rugs, drapes, furniture, jewelry, stereo systems, a projection T.V. system, a juke box, a pool table, landscaping services, groceries; every expense it takes to operate a $300,000 home with an indoor pool accommodating a family of 5 for 6 months a year in the late 1970's. Even the 2 million dollars invested in a stock account with a Duluth brokerage house was ill-gotten-gain. The nice cars, the abundance of money, and the confidence of Bernard Welch had most people convinced he was a legitimate dealer in estate sale goods, antiques, coin collections, jewelry, watches and precious metals.

Everything had to be tagged.

Some of Welch's neighbors trusted him implicitly. The Seilers lived across the street from Bernard Welch and they would leave the keys to their house with him when they traveled or went on vacation. Welch was a good watchdog and they had no complaints about the safety of their property. Others were suspicious of him and thought things just didn't add up. One neighbor stated he wasn't very sophisticated or well read for a man in his line of work. His vocabulary and point of reference seemed like that of someone who had dropped out of school in the 7th or 8th grade. A prison GED certificate just couldn't make up for that.

Duluth coin dealer Stan Sunde exclaimed, "No! That can't be!" upon hearing of Welch's arrest for murder during a burglary. Stan continued, "He always had plenty of money. Why would he have to burglarize a house?" not realizing that was the real source of Welch's wealth. Another merchant thought it odd that Welch paid for his goods with cash in a paper bag. He wondered out loud if Welch was in the Mafia or maybe a drug dealer. A Hidden Valley neighbor, Kay Gower said Welch was always so proud of the possessions he had purchased and collected. He could spend all day showing you around the house describing the importance or the value of one item or another. Precious metals dealer Daniel Kalstadius said Welch brought him into the house in 1979 to show off a Patek Philippe watch worth $40,000.00. That episode and the five gallon buckets full of Sterling silver that Welch had scattered about his property made Daniel quite curious about where "Norm" got these high end goods.

The casual acquaintance or distant uninvolved neighbor seemed able to talk openly about Welch. Close neighbors, and those who spent a lot of time with Welch, felt embarrassed for not catching on to what kind of person this really was. These folks and those in law enforcement or the legal profession were unwilling to discuss him at length and possibly open themselves to scorn or ridicule for not seeing through this con artist. I am afraid Bernard C. Welch left a wide swath of red faces in the city of Duluth.

EN: What are the take-aways from the story of Ghost Burglar?

He also stole and collected guns.

Jim King: One of the primary things to be learned from our book is that Bernard Welch was a rarity in the criminal world. Few career criminals are so active for so long. But even he, as intelligent, cunning and secretive as he could possibly be, was eventually caught. No one can roll the dice and win every time. At some point, even the best of the best must lose. We explain in Ghost Burglar that it was only a matter of time until Welch made a mistake and was arrested.

It must be remembered that Welch spent a lot of time in prison. He served many years of hard time in New York State before his first escape. I am unsure of the exact amount of time, but it was a big percentage of his early adult life. He was out only for about six years before going to super max prison for the remaining 17 years of his life. He did get out for three months, but was returned. In super max he was caged 23 hours a day in his small cell.

Was it worth it? Do all those millions of dollars he stole and then lost when he was arrested make up for the years he spent alone in prison? Did he miss not seeing his children grow up? Did he miss being a free man? When he was dying alone in a prison infirmary, did he miss not having his family nearby? The take-away here is crime does pay, but only in the very short term. In the long term, crime is a loser’s game.

EN: Is it easier today for a criminal to operate?

JK: The invention of the computer and security camera has made being a criminal much more difficult. When Bernard Welch was active, neither were commonplace. Today, police monitor what’s stolen and what’s sold. Rather than having to read long lists and trying to compare thousands of items from memory, a police officer can sit at a computer and do the same thing in minutes. Information, finger prints and photos can be transferred to other officers and police departments in seconds, not the days it used to take when everything was done by mail.

With the prevalence of security, bank, traffic, speed, red light, dash and ATM cameras, it is much more difficult to be anonymous than before. Just go to AOL and watch videos of robberies, assault and car chases as they happen. Often the perpetrator can be identified from the video, which is sent around the world. The security procedures implemented since 9/11 have made air and train travel much more difficult. Getting a valid driver’s license, which is needed for everything, is also more difficult.

Has all this stopped crime? No, it has not, but it has made certain criminal enterprises more difficult. It is doubtful if Bernard Welch could operate now as he did for so long.


This interview was conducted via email correspondence. Click images to enlarge.

Ghost Burglar

Over the years I’ve been a big fan of Elmore Leonard's crime fiction and went through a couple Agatha Christie spurts as well, but it’s been a while since I read any kind of true crime. So when a friend recommended Ghost Burglar, it wasn’t the genre but rather the local tie-in to Duluth that piqued my interest. From the first page, however, I was gripped. And the story features characters and plot twists as interesting as nearly anything by the masterful Leonard.

Ghost Burglar is the story of Bernard Welch who was one of the most successful thieves in U.S. history, as well a surprisingly witty prison escapee, with two such exits under his belt. A rather unassuming fellow by day, he’d developed a system that made him extremely successful during his night prowling.  He had a nose for neighborhoods that had the kind of loot he was looking for. It had to be goods that were of value but easy to pass along, and easy to retrieve quickly. During the years he was in operation Welch, a loner who achieved the status of America’s Most Wanted burglar, made millions.

One Amazon reviewer wrote, “Ghost Burglar is a riveting read that kept me up at night!” I shared that sentiment, looking forward to the end of each day when I would unwind and make a little more progress in the story.

The book’s authors are Jim King and Jack Burch. King was the detective who became intimately acquainted with the ways of Welch, who also eluded capture by means of a range of aliases. Burch was a reporter who in 2005 decided this would make a worthy topic for a book. When he met and interviewed King he found the detective to be a goldmine of information. King expressed interest in the project, and turned out to be a writer now that he was retired. “We did a lot of talking by phone to nail down details of the case,” noted Burch, ”and during those interchanges, it became obvious that this project would turn out much better if we tackled it together.”

In 2008 they made a trip to Duluth together during which time they drew up an outline and assigned responsibilities. Burch explained: “The combination of our experience and skills was a good fit throughout the project. We wrote one very rough draft, edited that and then just kept on editing and refining throughout the project. The final edits were done by Jessica Radzak, a Chicago-based book editor retained by our publisher, Mike Savage.”

The story begins with an interrupted robbery in which Bernard Welch shoots and ultimately kills a doctor. But the doctor didn’t immediately die and because he didn’t believe he was fatally wounded chose to drive himself to the hospital. To the doctor’s surprise Welch is creeping back to his car a few blocks away and the doctor veers off the road and smashes into Welch with his car. And so we see the end from the beginning as this event leads to the media circus that became Welch’s trial.

Examples of the kind of goods Welch had an eye for.

The book does an excellent job of showing the education of Bernard Welch, how he learned his trade and how he’d become so elusive. How did he end up with a home, including a sauna and indoor pool, in one of Duluth's most elite neighborhoods? That was a lesson he learned from an incident earlier in his career. He was an east coast crook, rich neighborhoods from Jersey to D.C., but he got caught because 200 miles away is still too near when fencing stolen goods. During his first stint in prison he assessed the mistakes he'd made and refined his methods. One of these was how to put his stolen merchandise back into the market and he settled on an unsuspecting community a thousand miles away.

When finally apprehended Welch became a news sensation around the time the Congdon murders took place here in the Northland, two of the biggest crime stories of that period. You can find the book here at Amazon.com .

EdNote: This weekend I will share an interview with the book's two authors who provide additional details only hinted at in their book.

Yukon Jack Gallagher

When faced with a blank page and the start of a new story, every writer has a series of decisions to make. One of these is how much detail to include and what to leave out. Another is whether to tell the story in first person or third person.

When I wrote my novel The Red Scorpion, I wrote the middle section of the book several different ways. It's a haunted house story with a supernatural twist. In the story our teen hero finds a journal under the floorboards in this long-abandoned bed and breakfast. This was the culmination point for the first part of the book. The second part of the story takes place in the late 1930's. Being a diary, I tried to re-create this diary and tell the story from that point of view, all first person but in the form of notes. I found it limiting because I wanted to include more backstory on the motivations of the youth Chuchui who betrayed his clan. So I re-wrote the whole thing in third person. Eventually I even changed the order of the book's three sections and made this backstory the lead or Part I of the novel.

Yukon Jack Gallagher is an example of how first and third person approaches create a different feel for readers as well. I came across this file the other night, the beginning of a story about a guy who throws a television set out a third story apartment window. See what you think.

Yukon Jack Gallagher

As Jess Phillips lay in the back yard, his mind drifting, eyes wide to the clear summer sky, he became acutely aware of the quivering movements of his eyes. He shifted his focus and a pattern of shapes, like indistinct protozoa or a swirling archipelago of molecules, shifted and danced before his face.

It is a phenomenon he had noticed before. Through deduction he concluded that his retina was perceiving material on the very lens of the eyeball itself. Much like the white noise of a room which his ears were trained to tune out so, too, these little spots, splotches, and in his case a pair of scars on one eyeball, were automatically filtered by his subconscious in order that the skin of his eyes might achieve its pellucid purpose.

He had noticed this phenomenon on other occasions. What he had never thought about until this day, however, was that this might have been the phenomenon Yukon Jack was trying to ask him about. He hadn’t thought about mad Jack Gallagher in fifteen years and it amused him to do so. Jack was a crazy one for sure, but not because of the spots he saw in front of his eyes, though Jess thought that was pretty crazy, too, at the time. He met him during the years Jess painted apartments in South Minneapolis.

When the caretaker gave him the assignment to paint the living room of apartment 309 he knew it would be an interesting day. That was Rhonda Wilkie’s apartment, a wrinkled redheaded woman who looks sixty, is probably forty and acts twenty. First time Jess met her he was walking down the back stairwell with his painting equipment. She called out, “Come on in and have a beer!” She was the only one in the building who kept her door open all the time.

They were always loud in there, the television perpetually blaring as they laughed, drinking and carrying on.

Yukon Jack Gallagher

As I lay in the back yard, my mind drifting, eyes wide to the clear summer sky, I became aware of the movement of my eyeballs. I shifted my focus and a pattern of shapes, like indistinct protozoa or a swirling archipelago of molecules, shifted and danced before my face.

It is a phenomenon I have noticed before. Through deduction I have concluded that my retina is perceiving material on the very lens of my eyeball itself. Much like the white noise of a room which our ears are trained to tune out so, too, these little spots, scratches, and in my case a pair of scars on one eyeball, are automatically filtered by my subconscious in order that the skin of my eyes might achieve its pellucid purpose.

As I said, I have noticed this phenomenon on other occasions. What I’ve never thought about, however, until this day was that this might have been the phenomenon Yukon Jack was trying to ask me about. He was a crazy one for sure, but not because of the spots he saw in front of his eyes, though I thought that was pretty crazy, too, at the time. I met him during the years I painted apartments in South Minneapolis.

When the caretaker gave me the assignment to paint the living room of apartment 309 I knew it would be an interesting day. That was Rhonda Wilkie’s apartment, a wrinkled redheaded woman who looks sixty, is probably forty and acts twenty. First time I met her I was walking down the back stairwell with my painting equipment and she called out, “Come on in and have a beer!” She was the only one in the building who kept her door open all day.

They were always loud in there, laughing and drinking and carrying on, the television perpetually blaring.


Great literature? Nah. Just an exercise, and upon review here I can see why I'd abandoned it. There's better stories in the pipeline, and this is one has turned to tumbleweed.

Oh, while we're talking books though, I started reading Ghost Burglar last night, by Jack Burch and James D. King. It's a compelling read and I didn't want to put it down. If you need one more Christmas gift for 2012, this could be the ticket.