YOU MIGHT PASS THIS ORDINARY LOOKING GAS STATION on the north side of Cornhusker road in Lincoln, and probably wouldn't give it a second thought.
But in 1957, the second biggest mass murder spree in American history began right here. Charlie Starkweather killed the young attendant at the modest little gas station and dumped his body a couple of miles away. After that, he and girlfriend Caril Ann Fugate went on a killing spree that took them across Nebraska and into Wyoming before they were captured.
Charlie met the electric chair in 1958. Caril is now out of prison and living in another state.
I get off work at midnight and have been walking and biking home, a distance of about a mile, for almost 40 years and the only scare I ever got was from a skunk. And I live in one of the "hoods", near the University, as the other write called it.
For it's size, Lincoln has quite a lot of serious crime. This can be minimized by not walking around drunk and disoriented in any of da hoods surrounding City Campus of the University of Nebraska; especially after dark. It is, however, perfectly safe to wear polyester at any time of the year.