It was great at the time. As you might surmise, this was between wives, between careers (or even between odds and ends job experiments), between battlefields, between most everything and not having a care in the world except .... except what ?? Well, you can figure it out.
You know, I could have stayed there, on that beach, with the crowd I hung with back then: A couple of ex-Marines, a couple of Navy boys and an Army and an Air Force-type or two, as well as their young lady "accomplices" and others who simply liked to party. Beyond that, I had a number of invitations for companionship which could have led into a variety of directions -- a variety of lives and lifestyles. We all experience times like that -- do we not ??
My favorite offer was from a young lady to live with her in the guest house of her parents' home (estate would be a more appropriate description) outside Detroit and be her father's sort of armed "personal assistant" at a nice salary. During my leisure time, she said, I could spend the hours either trying to write the next, great American novel or chasing her around the house -- as my mood dictated.
She (and her father) were serious about it. I think he thought of an "armed escort" more as a status symbol than as a necessity -- but, he actually was "connected" and he flaunted it. (Detroit and Chicago were "fiefdoms" of a sort in those days, if you get my drift.) And, this was not the strangest encounter/offer I had, either -- possibly, though, the most tempting for a few reasons, including a somewhat strange one: The father trusted me to be good for and to his daughter, and I really appreciated his confidence in me.
But, I moved on after a few weeks -- after the month of July -- back to wearing a suit and a tie and to the madness of the "respectable rat-race" style of life I had grown up in and had come to think of as "sort of normal." I made nearly a literal ton of money during the next few months -- simply for being the right guy in the right place at the right time, as good fortune often is described. (Again, someday, I might tell that story, but, baby, that one most likely only to you and only after an evening of brandy.)
Anyway, even though July is over for this summer I am going back to the south shore of Lake Superior for ten or twelve days to do a bit of canoeing, a bit of diving, a bit of pistol play, a bit of waking up on a beach in the middle of nowhere, a bit of reliving those memories and, maybe, even picking a new path into the future. Who can say who or what I might find there .... a familiar face from the past or an unexpected stranger ?? Probably an empty beach !!
I may try for a complete get-away and, although I am leaving this post open for comments, I might not be able to respond. I also might not be commenting at other blogs during this time .... whatever, see you when I get back .... see you sometime .... take care, baby ....