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A Story of My Life, Part 19: 1992, continued

Updated on October 25, 2011

Daytona Beach

1992, continued

It's getting to be quite late at night, and I'm not the least bit sleepy, so I've decided to write the next installment of the Stories of My Life.

We left off with my husband being arrested for "lewd and lascivious behavior to a child", while he was on a vacation separate from me, in Daytona Beach, Florida.

It came as a total shock to me. I noticed no untoward proclivities in my husband. He was a homebody, a modest man. He had a hobby--building model aircraft--and it kept him home and in his basement workshop at night. During the day, we worked together, at the same place, a winery.

His hobby required mechanical ability, finesse, and the ability to follow complicated blueprints...I could build a bookcase, I could build a birdhouse, myself. But a model helicopter that actually flew? No. I admired his hobby.

Ed loved flight. He joined the Navy as a young man, about 18 years of age, on the understanding that he could go to flight school, after passing some tests. What the recruiter DIDN'T tell him was, that any military pilot has to have 20/20 vision, without corrective lenses. Ed wore glasses, thick glasses.

So the Navy sent him to Labrador. He was stationed there through most of his service, manning a radio station that was part of America's Early Warning Defense System. Labrador--Goat Island--a very cold place, very far north.

Ed, my Eds, my Eddie Bear! How I loved that man!

He had such good brains--such good, practical, problem solving abilities. He was a natural engineer, even though he never went to school for it. He went, on the GI bill, to study cost accounting, instead. He got a job in Phoenix, Arizona, first, with a Fortune 500 company; but life in the white-shirt-narrow-black-tie corporate environment at the time just wasn't for him. He wanted something looser, something more active.

So he came back home and became a big fish in the little winery pond where we both worked. It suited him much better.

I admired Eds so much! He had this one rare quality--grace under pressure. It was an extremely rare thing to see this guy blow his cool. He could really handle an emergency.

It made him a little bit remote, a little aloof. He really was sort of a hard person to get to know. I enjoyed the challenge, to tell you the truth. His aloofness was tempered with kindness. He was an extremely mild-mannered person. One felt he wouldn't willingly hurt anyone in the world. He had discretion (something I notoriously lacked!). He left unsaid those things which might be displeasing.

So: I made treaty with the bailbondsman on the phone, though I was nearly fainting from shock. I went to Ed's bank, and got the necessary draft wired to free Eddie from the Dade County Jail. I had to keep my face on, somehow. I had to go to work--to explain that Ed was delayed in Florida but would be home soon. I had to explained to the kids that their dad would be gone an extra couple of days, but not to worry.

Ed made it home. I was so glad to see him! At least he wasn't dead in a car crash.


Hotel Window by Edward Hopper

I loved him, and I was happy to have him home again, but he really had some explaining to do.

He told me a story.

He told me that he thought the windows of the hotel were iodized, so that they appeared black from the outside but let filtered light through, from the inside. He never noticed the drapes or the drape pulls, he said. He got up in the morning, and because he sleeps in the buff (I can attest to that!), he walked to the window, naked, to look out upon the day and see what the weather was like.

Some young girl, standing on the terrace below the window, saw him and started screaming. Before he knew it, his hotel room was filled with police. They handcuffed him and took him off to the jail.

That was his story.

I bought it, for the present moment, at least.


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    • Paradise7 profile image

      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      You're very welcome, Jen. I really enjoyed your guitar hub so much, and I'm sure it's useful to people wishing to learn to play the guitar, so we are reciprocal.

      Yes, my Eds really wasn't quite the guy I thought I knew. Maybe it was a lesson to me just not to make assumptions about other human beings.

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      Jen's Solitude 7 years ago from Delaware

      I'm so glad you left a comment for me, I didn't know you had continued your story. I am soooo late, but glad to let you know I am about to fully catch up. Your description of Ed makes his arrest so shocking. I keep hoping his story will stand up, but I guess I will find out differently as you continue to write. Still I can see your love for him was honest and deeply felt, which makes this sad to read. Thanks for sharing it with me.

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      Thank you so much, SilverGenes!

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      SilverGenes 7 years ago

      This had my full attention from beginning to end - your writing is gripping!

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      You'll see!

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      Duchess OBlunt 7 years ago

      ok, can't wait, on to the next

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      You'll see shortly, Laura. Thanks for catching up with me. I've missed you!

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      Laura du Toit 7 years ago from South Africa

      Also hoped it was the truth Paradise and very disappointed to hear that this was just his version of the story.

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      I really was hoping it was the truth. It wasn't.

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      Internetwriter62 7 years ago from Marco Island, Florida

      I guess you were hoping that was the truth, that it was all a misunderstanding. That accusation seems to not go with his character at all, so the story, I'm sure made sense to you at that time. Although, I have a feeling from how you put it, Ed does have a dark side.

      Fascinating hub can't wait to read the next installment, you got hooked.

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      Thank you, Veronica, Mega, Dohn, and RM for your comments. Oh, yes, there's more...unfortunately for everyone!!!! This is like lancing an oozing wound. It's good to get it out, you're right. I had to hide so much during those last years with the husband, trying to keep a normal household for the kids...

      Yeah, never going on vac together...well, maybe it was an excuse. He really didn't WANT anyone to go with him. It was a rational and cogent reason for him to get away by himself.

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      rmcrayne 7 years ago from San Antonio Texas

      I understand the work thing, but not EVER being able to go on vacation together is a show stopper. And to make a trip alone, not to visit family... Why didn't he take his boys?

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      dohn121 7 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York

      You know, that's quite a story-your's and his! As always, I look forward to reading the next installment, Paradise. You really know how to pique our curiosity!

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      mega1 7 years ago

      You really know how to keep us barely breathing until the next installment! Glad you're telling this story, it helps to get it out, but man oh man - I don't envy you this one!

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      Veronica Allen 7 years ago from Georgia

      Why do I have a feeling there is more to the story? I'll defintely look out for your next installment. Wow - you are really brave to share this with us Paradise7.

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      Paradise7 7 years ago from Upstate New York

      Carolina: that, my friend, is in the next installment.

      ditto, Billy Dillon, next time!

      Thanks for the comments.

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      billyaustindillon 7 years ago

      Great story and the window scene at the end was classic - am eager to see the real story of the arrest.

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      carolina muscle 7 years ago from Charlotte, North Carolina

      Man, what a story.

      But, how did he end up in the Dade County Jail??