There was a little beachfront town called Negril. Today,
it’s a huge tourist area, but back then it was just for the locals
and for the “in-the-know hippies” who came to Jamaica to
do what I was doing. On the beach one night, something
tremendous happened to me ... but more about that in just a
bit. How did I get there, to Negril? Let me tell you the story.
“Bob, how would you like to work for the lieutenant governor of Florida, who is running for the U.S. Senate seat on the Republican ticket?” my friend said. Sandy and I were old friends from back in my high school years and someone I had run around with after coming home from Vietnam. He had moved into the area of state politics and was now working as the assistant for the lieutenant governor of Florida.
Sandy called and asked me to come down from White Plains and interview for the position of personal aide and traveling companion to the lieutenant governor. “What an opportunity,” I thought. “I’ll just take a break from my aviation career plans and do this for awhile. It can’t hurt me; and it will only help me,” I thought. I mean, how many people get a chance to do this kind of thing?
With my mom’s blessing, I went down, interviewed and got the job. I moved to Tallahassee, Florida, shortly there- after. Here’s something interesting: I was using pot on weekends while in White Plains, like many use beer and alcohol... just a little bit, and only on certain days of the week. It was my little secret.
“Bob, how would you like to work for the lieutenant governor of Florida, who is running for the U.S. Senate seat on the Republican ticket?” my friend said. Sandy and I were old friends from back in my high school years and someone I had run around with after coming home from Vietnam. He had moved into the area of state politics and was now working as the assistant for the lieutenant governor of Florida.
Sandy called and asked me to come down from White Plains and interview for the position of personal aide and traveling companion to the lieutenant governor. “What an opportunity,” I thought. “I’ll just take a break from my aviation career plans and do this for awhile. It can’t hurt me; and it will only help me,” I thought. I mean, how many people get a chance to do this kind of thing?
With my mom’s blessing, I went down, interviewed and got the job. I moved to Tallahassee, Florida, shortly there- after. Here’s something interesting: I was using pot on weekends while in White Plains, like many use beer and alcohol... just a little bit, and only on certain days of the week. It was my little secret.
Here’s another secret that is kept hidden: Sin is sin, how-
ever you may describe it or disguise it or live it.
Coming Monday, Chapter 3 Part 3
Coming Monday, Chapter 3 Part 3
