My Roommate, My Murderer - Part 1

This past spring, after the missus moved back to her native United Kingdom, my dread of loneliness was such that I advertised on Craigslist for a housemate, even though I’ve had a very spotty record of sharing my digs with a non-lover. The only one I really got on with was the first, Mr. John Blodgett — a folk dancing enthusiast who wore a plastic pocke…