This is a piece I wrote on the 10th anniversary of Lyman Bostock's murder and was published in the Star Tribune on Sept. 25. 1988:
LYMAN BOSTOCK WAS STANDING in the visitors' clubhouse at Met Stadium. Bostock was in a batter's stance, even though he was dressed only in a towel.
"I was the original April fool," Bostock said. "I watched some videotape of myself. I was pumping my leg, lunging forward, almost falling down. Man, did I look funny. I looked like Sadaharu Oh."
Don Baylor, sitting nearby, said, "You didn't look that good."
This was Sept.19, 1978. Bostock was providing a postgame parody of the way he had been swinging five months earlier, during his first days with the California Angels. Bostock started the season 2-for-39 and finished April batting .147.
During the previous offseason, Bostock had left the Twins to sign a five-year, $2.5-million contract with the Angels and owner Gene Autry. Bostock was so sheepish about his poor start that he donated his first two paychecks from Autry to charity.
By mid-September, Bostock had moved his average to .298. In the last game Bostock played at the Met, he went 2-for-4 with an RBI, as Nolan Ryan pitched California to a 4-1 victory. The crowd was announced at 3,747. With the loss, the Twins dropped to 68-82, 17 games behind.
One year earlier, Rodney Carew, Larry Hisle and Bostock had been the triggermen for an amazing offense that had kept the Twins in contention until the season's final two weeks. Hisle had left for Milwaukee and Bostock for California as free agents. Sir Rodney was on his way to California after the 1978 season.
Bostock pointed at a baseball writer from St. Paul. "There's my man Poison Pen," Bostock said, laughing. "I'll bet you've been hacking and slashing on these poor guys. Hosken (Powell). Willie (Norwood). I'll bet you've been tearing 'em up."
Bostock laughed louder. He was dressed now, shirt, tie and waist-length leather jacket. It was time to catch the bus to the airport, where the Angels would fly to Chicago for a series at Comiskey Park, then head to Anaheim to finish the season.
Bostock hoisted a carrying bag over his shoulder and offered a handshake. "You take it easy on those guys down the hall, Poison," Bostock said. "See you next year."
Bostock's fourth season in the big leagues was coming to a close. Bostock's rookie year, 1975, had been shortened when he ran full-speed into the center-field wall in Oakland and broke an ankle. He had batted .323 for the Twins in 1976, had improved that to .336 in 1977. His career average was .311.
Lyman Wesley Bostock Jr. was 27.
WHEN THOMAS TURNER drives through the streets of Gary, Ind., he doesn't look into the face of the person at the wheel of a car in the next lane. "I hate to look directly at people," Turner said. "If a car is stopped at a light, I won't pull up side by side. I'll hang back a little. If a car backfires, you jump automatically."
It was 10:45 on a Saturday night when Turner's 1976 Buick Limited was stopped at a light at Fifth Av. and Jackson in downtown Gary. Turner was driving, and Joan Hawkins was in the front passenger seat. Joan's sister, Barbara Smith, was in the back seat, sitting on the left. Turner's nephew, Lyman Bostock, was sitting on the right.
Leonard Smith, Barbara's estranged husband, pulled alongside Turner's car on the right and fired a shotgun through the rear-quarter glass of the sedan. The blast struck Bostock in the right temple. Barbara Smith escaped with superficial wounds - one pellet in the neck and cuts from the flying glass.
"There was a tavern on the right side of the street," Turner said. "First off, I thought it was a noise coming from in front of there. Then, the car on the right hurried off and I turned and saw Lyman bleeding. Barbara Smith yelled, `That's my old, stupid husband. Get after him.' I said, `I can't do that. My nephew has been shot. I have to get him to the hospital.' "
Turner drove a couple of blocks, then ran into a grocery store and called an ambulance.The ambulance took Bostock to St. Mary's Medical Center. He never regained consciousness and was pronounced dead at 1:20 a.m. on Sept. 24, 1978.
A few hours later, Leonard Smith was arrested on a charge of murder. "The news stories had the police saying Smith was trying to kill his wife," Turner said. "I never believed thatIf Smith wanted to shoot Barbara, he could have pulled up on the left side. The lane was open. Barbara had told Smith she was getting a divorce. Smith shot the person he wanted to shoot. He thought he was shooting Barbara's boyfriend. He wasn't, but that's what he thought."
BOSTOCK'S MURDER WAS AMONG 65 committed that year in Gary, a city of 150,000. Gary's per-capita murder rate in 1978 was the highest for any city in the United States.
Gary's mean streets didn't discourage Bostock from visiting his relatives. When he was playing in Chicago, it was Bostock's custom to stay at the home of Edward Turner, another uncle.
"We were all raised in the same house in Birmingham (Ala.)," Thomas Turner said. "My sister, Annie Pearl, had separated from Lyman's father before he was born. When she brought the baby home, she brought him to our house. My mother was married to Columbus Crawford and had six children. When Crawford died, she married my father, Will Turner, and had seven more.
"We were Turners and Crawfords, but we were all one family, and Lyman was treated like the youngest brother. We called him `Red Bone.' He was a scrawny kid, and he'd get out there in the sun and he'd just
turn red. He turned so red, it seemed like he was X-rayed and you could see his bones.
"Lyman called my mother `Mama,' just like the rest of us did. Mama took care of the discipline. She would whup Lyman with the willow switch just like she whupped the rest of us when we were growing Up."
Two members of the family, James Crawford and Edward Turner, headed for Gary to work in the steel mills in 1947. Other family members followed in the years to come. Several other Crawfords and
Turners headed for California.
In 1958, Bostock and his mother spent the summer in Gary. Lyman was 7.
"I was dating Joan Hawkins' mother at that time," Thomas Turner said. "Joan was a little bit of a thing, and Lyman would read to her. When the Angels were in Chicago that last time, we got to talking about
that summer and that cute little girl. Lyman asked whatever happened to her. I said, `Joan only lives a few blocks from here. If you want, we'll drive by and say hello.' "
Joan wasn't home. Her sister, Barbara Smith, suggested that Turner and Bostock drop back later.
"We ate dinner at Edward's house, then drove past Joan's again," Turner said. "She was there this time. Lyman went inside, and Joan's relatives got all excited because he was a ballplayer. Lyman spent a half-hour signing autographs, shaking hands, being friendly to everyone, like always. When Lyman came out, Joan and Barbara were with him. They wanted us to drop them off at a cousin's house. I couldn't have driven more than five, six blocks when it happened."
Thomas Turner paused repeatedly through this conversation. "Ten years, but I don't think you ever get over it," he said. "You cope with it, but as far as getting over it, no."