Biiography

“The following is my first writing of part my biograply. It has not been edited nor has the spelling been checked. It will be included in a section about Panamanian Women in my life. Everything is true.
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This is the saddest story of my life. So please feel free to kick my behind anytime you like. I deserve it!

I discovered this girl during my third month in the Rep. of Panama. It was shortly after I moved from Gamboa to Balboa. She was absolutely beautiful, a perfect "10." She was incredible, No matter where you looked she was gorgeous and the beauty seemed to go on forever, no matter in which way your eyes might wander.

If this girl was inclined to reveal her body, she would put most of the "Playboy Centerfolds" to shame. But she was not so inclined. She had extensive religious training. After high school she spent three years studying to be a "Nun." She then decided not to become a Nun, so now it was my turn. She was 21, when we met, and spoke perfect English. I was 41. We attended a number of musical performances at the City's old Opera House. I would get tickets in a box or balcony. Most of them had space for six people. You would have an interesting view of most of the inside of the building. Girls loved it during the intermissions, when we could wander through the many lobbies. Girls would look at what everyone else was wearing, as they paraded their own outfits. Once this girl told me that she had nothing to wear, so could I buy some material for her. Her mother and her could make a dress from it. I said, "Sure." When I reached her home the evening of the performance, she was wearing a beautiful gown. I asked her how much I owed for the material. She said, "Six dollars!"

We, also, went to view some movies. Panama City has a large number of movie theaters. It was fun to watch some of the Italian Films with Spanish Subscripes. And we went swimming on the Atlantic side at Playa Langosta, (Lobster Beach). It is one of the prettiest beaches in the world. Seeing her in her swimming suit was great. She filled it out perfectly. At one point, I was standing in about five feet of water and had her in my arms, one arm under her shoulders and one arm under her knees. She sure felt good and I think I sneaked a kiss.

What did I get for all these dates? Usually she would kiss me once or twice after a date, but no more. She even came to my apartment a couple of times, but remained very reserved. She remained high on my list of favorite girls in Panama, but we slowly drifted apart. I was seeing lots of other girls, most of whom were more receptive to my amorous attempts. Then, on a Saturday while I was home alone, she knocked on the door. I welcomed her and let her wander into the apartment. After more than thirty-four years her words bounced out of my head, exactly as she spoke them. She said, "Paul, you need someone to take care of you. My mother and I talked this out and she and I are in perfect agreement. So, I am going to move in with you. pause... And, Paul, I am going to take real good care of you." I don't know where my head was screwed in that day. I replied, "No! These Canal Zone Apartments are for single people only. Gossip travels fast here and they would evict me quickly. I would have to move into Panama City and I can't afford that right now." Quick as a wink she was gone. She was probably about to cry at my rejection and wanted to get out first. Marriage would have been one way to handle the housing problem with the Canal Zone. And when I returned to the US, they would have provided transportation for me and for my family members, like wife, mother-in-law and younger sister-in-law.

That was the dumbest thing I ever did. I could have said many other things, even "Yes, that will be fine." It appears that I did not even think about it. Their situation was likely about finances. I probably could have cleared their problems with one to three hundred dollars. She and her mother were good friends to me. They deserved more. Life became more and more active for me and I never even saw her again. I did stop there several years later and talked to her brother. But he did not say much. I was probably still in the dog house with them. And even at that time I did not recall her attempt to move in with me.

This was a situation about which most men in their early forties dream. A beautiful, young girl who wants you and has likely never been with another man. My dream came true, but for some unknown reason I rejected it. Please kick me, hard, and then harder!
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Maybe things work out for the best. Before leaving Panama I married the first girl that I had selected, although several other girls were in close competition. We had two wonderful daughters. One graduated from Johns Hopkins Univ. and just sold her art gallery. The other daughter graduated from Grinnell College in Iowa. She gave up on making a living in Boston, where she did appear in at least one play, and returned to the Rep. of Panama. There she operated her own jewerly store until just recently. She just accepted a mid-management position with a title that sounds impressive and she is working in a play. Each of my daughters has one child.”

“does this book have pics?”

“No pictures are planned for this document. Nor will any actual names be used, except for some family members. I plan to try to protect the guilty.”

“ I plan to try to protect the guilty.

Mainly yourself?
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“Euro hike:- Thank you for your interesting comment.

My guilt or non-guilt is of no consequence. It is just a matter or definition. I am trying to reveal my life, all my life, without hurting the feelings of some people still living, like my children. So, when talking about my ex-wives, I will be walking a tight line and may have to shave some of the events, somehow. There will be enough parts to this document to permit cutting a few things here and there. I believe that is called "editing."

"Protect the guilty" is just a play on the usual words.”

“Thanks.

There is much more to come in the book. And some of it will have to be "X-rated."”

“Bump.”

“'ex-wives'? How many precisely?”

“2.5”

“?
mmmmm...two wifes and one midget?”

“two and a tranny?”

“Details will appear in a different chapter.”

“I discovered this girl during my third month in the Rep. of Panama. It was shortly after I moved from Gamboa to Balboa.

That relationship sounded a little Rocky.”

“keep it coming Paul!”

“two and a eunuch?”

“Gamboa is half-way across the Canal Zone. It is on a dead end road about 20 miles fromj the main district of Balboa. Most of the new people are assigned to apartments there. Balboa is across from Panama City. CZ Headquarters, VFW, Elks, etc. a lot of housing, shopping, the YMCA, movie theater, bowling alley are located there.”

“There are several things in this adventure, which I cannot understand or that I did wrong:

I can understand that I really screwed up on my response to this girl. I was trying to explain to her that we would have some problems trying to remain in the apartment. The rest of what I said to her was what I expected to happen. But I did not really know. I had not been in that situation previously nor had I heard of anyone else in that situation

The housing office was the place to find out the information. Her older sister may have gone through this experience. If so, then she may have thought I was lying and just making an excuse not to do it. By getting married we would have become eligible for a larger apartment

When I finished talking, I looked for a small argument from her as we discussed the situation. When I realized that she had gone out the second doorway, I cannot understand why I did not go after her. This was not a trivial event. It was a major switching point for the future paths of our lives. I would have loved to have married her.

I did not even think about the incident during the remainder of that day, the next day or during the next 36 years! The incident passed direct into my subconscience almost immediately. Nothing in my life could have been more important. If I had thought about it, I would have recognized what the causes for her action could have been. She may have been asked to leave home by her mother because of financial difficulties or she may have decided herself to do it to help her mother. Or, she may have decided to accept a man in her life as a companion, husband and probably as a person with whom to have children. I do know that life was difficult for them and can now understand that they needed help. But the entire incident remained forgotten for 36 years. I'm very happy that she came to me, Of course she may have had a list of other men. I have no way of knowing just where I placed. I like to think that I was the entire list. The most likely thing is that she and her mother were under pressure. I was available, I was a US citizen, I had a job and a car and I might inherit some cash. On our dates we always had fun and we enjoyed each others company. We both had good manners. For girls and women I would open and close doors, including car doors, be polite and always try to assist them. At that time I did not drink or smoke, and tried to avoid swearing. I was a good catch. The only possible problem was our age difference. But I was still active and she was mature beyond her age and, yet, inexperienced. We did have some like-interests such as outdoor activities and classical music. I think her background training would have helped to keep her true to me. Her beauty and kindness alone would have inspired me to devote myself to her and her alone

A few years later, when I visited her mother and her brother, my subconscience should have been jolted.

I must have been deeply shocked. If not shocked, I was definitely quite surprised. I thought that I remained calm through it all But, perhaps, shock can cause different reactions from people.

I did think of her from time to time. I rated her near or at the top of all the girls that I had met. I liked to think of her as one of four girls that wanted to marry me at the time that I did marry, but such thoughts did not include any memory or recall of this incident.


In 1989 the US went to war against Panama with Noriega being the objective. The US quickly neutralized Panama's military forces, which included the Police. The Police were a branch of the military. Many people were killed, including civilians. My sweetheart and her family may be amongst those killed. Their home, an apartment in an old, wooden, tenement building, was destroyed. Across the street from their home, there was some vacant property. Across the next street was a military headquarters building. It was quite large, at least a full, city block. The US dropped two 1,000 pound bombs in that vacant property. Initially, Panama thought that the bombs had missed their mark. But they hit exactly where aimed. They were probably two of our first lazer guided bombs. They were concussion bombs, designed to break ear drums and confuse anyone in the area. The bombs worked as there was little resistance in the area. There were many other bombs and in addition to the bombs, some military went from tenement building to tenement building, throwing fire grenades into them. The entire area was destroyed.

In partial support of the US actions in burning down the buildings, there were snipers in some of the buildings, resulting in exchanges of gun fire. An eleven year old girl was shot and killed when she stepped onto a balcony. There is no real estimate of the number of civilians killed. It is somewhere from around 450 to a number in the tens of thousands. I have read that there are nine graves in the area, that they just bulldozed the bodies into large holes and covered them with enough soil to make large mounds. It is estimated that 30,000 to 50,000 people were made homeless. The US gave each of those familes $6,500 toward purchase of a new home.

This incident reminded me of Thomas Merton He wrote, "The Seven Storey Mountain." It was released in 1948 and immediately became a best seller! It is the only book that I could not set down until I finished reading it. It is believed Thomas Merton lost a girlfriend and a young son in London during Germany's Blitz Bombing in 1941. Thomas Merton may have been the most celebrated Trappist Monk in the world.

I fear the worst, but I have no way of checking. On my most recent visit to Panama, all of the tenament buildings in the vicinity of the military headquarters were gone without a trace. In their place are now large, tall, slum buildings such as can be seen in any large city in the US. I cannot easily trace the family as I cannot remember their last name. I cannot even spell or correctly pronounce the girl's first name. I'm sure I would have learned how to pronounce her name correctly, if we had lived together. I feel guilty. If she had moved in with me, we surely would have married and she and her mother and perhaps other relatives would have been living with me in the US and, thus, missed the US invasion of Panama. The girl, whom I did marry, lived only three blocks away from this one.
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“I'm sure I would have learned how to pronounce her name correctly, if we had lived together.

Best line.”

“I love that story. I couldn't set the computer down until I had finished reading it.”

“Not only is it the best line, but there are many variations of it as well---mostly used in my younger years, lol.”

“Nice read. The road not taken.”

“bump”

“Thanks for sharing that, NS. I have always enjoyed your fireside stories.”

“It's about feeling regret or remorse about past events. Who knows, maybe things worked out alright for her. She was still very young and surely life gave her plenty of opportunities. You found other opportunities and you got a family and two daughters (if I remember correctly). So life worked out for you too.
I wish I would know any advise how you could trace her down, but if you don't remember her name or that of her mother or brother it's difficult.”

“chili36 -"Fireside?" Funny, yesterday I was out looking for a copy of the original "Fireside Book Of Dog Stories,"for my granddaughter.”

“Thanks, Euro hike.”

“Campfire, nowslimmer.

When are we going hiking in the Smokies again?”

“chili36 - Soon, I hope. Will you be at Ocala NF 5?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, I guess, sometimes I am looking back and wondering, if I had decided differently at one or the other point in my life, maybe things would have worked out the way I had always wanted them to be.”

“Preface.
Early in 1974 while returning to Chicago from Minnesota I stopped for gas in central Wisconsin. I talked with the station manager who was running the gas into the car. Years ago it was common practice at gas stations for an employee to put the gas into the gas tank and to check the oil level, water level and more, if requested. The station manager and I talked during all this and then he invited me into his home for coffee. So I entered the home, which was attached to to the station. He continued to tell his story about raising horses in South America. He had married a beautiful girl there and he tried to bring her from the kitchen so that I could see her, but she was too busy. As I stsrted to resume my trip he said, "If you get to go to Panama and if you should look for a wife, go to the interior of the country. Avoid the larger towns and cities. A girl from the interior will likely work harder, be more faithful and may even be a virgin." He was correct and I met just such a girl in Boquete.
End of Preface.
During my second month in the Panama Canal Area(PCA), I decided to see Volcan Baru. It is the highest mountain in the Rep. of Panama and ranks with the highest mountains in Central America. It is volcanic in origin as are most of the mountains in Central America. It is located in the western part of the country close to Costa Rica and it rises to 3,474 meters or 11,398 feet high. This is a little lower than Mt. Fuji in Japan, which rises 3,776 meters or 12,388 feet. But both these mountains rise from near sea level. Although many of the Rocky Mountains reach higher elevations, they rise from higher bases, so their elevation changes are only about one-half of their peak levels. I realize that these elevation figures may not interest anyone except mountain climbers, hikers and backpackers. However, I have been in these activies for more than 30 years.
I drove about 300 miles from Panama City to the town of Boquete, which is located on the southeast side of Volcan Baru. It rises from about 3,000 to 3,300 feet above the sea. I located three hotels there and stopped at what appeared to be the nicest one. I was not disappointed. I rented a very pleasant room for two nights. It was already late Friday night. The girl at the desk was polite and very nice looking. After she showed me to my room I did not see her again that weekend. But she was aware that I took several good looks at her.
After an enjoyable breakfast I toured around the town . There was a creek or small river a short walk downhill from the hotel. It was at a scenic location looking over a wide expanse from the side of Volcan Baru. On a clear day I'm sure that one could view the Pacific Ocean. Then I toured most of the rest of the town in my car. It only took about five minutes. The town is much larger today. Next, I drove down the mountain side to the City of David near the Pacific Ocean. It was definitely larger than Boquete, but it failed to hold my attention for long. I found a road, which led to the Pacific Ocean and some beaches. I encountered a vender, who sold his products from a structure on the back of his pick-up truck. He sold sandwiches, both hot and cold, coffee, candy, ice cream, soda pop, beer and many other things. I purchased a soda and drank it while standing next to the pick-up. Two young girls arrived and made small purchases. They remained by the pick-up and were obviously curious about me. They were talking in Spanish and I sure wished that I knew some. I would have enjoyed finding out just how curious they were about me.
I returned to the hotel. I discovered a recreation room and enjoyed a late lunch there. My boss or leader arrived with his wife, who was a Panamanian. Perhaps I could have asked him questions about my work, since I could not do so at the office. But I was not in a mood to ruin my weekend, or his, either. He did say that he was surprised to see me in this quiet hotel, which was a little more expensive than the others located in the center of the town. The others had bars, loud music, dancing, etc. They probably had occasional disturbances as well. I only had chanced upon this place and it was more to my liking. I believed my room cost me about $12 per night.
Sunday, after an enjoyable breakfast, I took my time and enjoyed some sightseeing along the way back home. I toured some of the towns and visited some of the beaches. The trip was enjoyable. I saw sugar cane and coffee being grown. I saw some fish farms! And I stopped to offer my assistance to help some men, who were castrating some bulls. They turned down my offer of assistance, for which I was thankful. Back in the PCA I invited my girl friend to join me for dinner. We had some good food and enjoyed the night together.
Several weekends later I returned to Boquete and drove to the same hotel. I was happy to see the same girl was there. While I was registering, she asked if I was alone! I answered, "Yes," and she softly, but clearly, said, "Good!" She guided me to the room, which this time was across the street in another building. Before we parted I asked her to accompany me to a festival on the next evening. She seemed happy and told me, "Yes."
I did some sightseeing on Saturday, after which we went to the outdoor festival. It seemed to me to be small, but under an open bohio (roof, no walls) we enjoyed some soft drinks, a little dancing and plenty of just sitting and looking at each other. I learned that she was 31, 10 years younger than me, and that she was still a virgin! She said that she did not care for the local men of Boquete. Well, I could see how this could happen, since Boquete was rather small.
The music ended and we left in my little, Datsun hatchback. We passed the street where the hotel was located and shortly reached the end of the road. There was a small, parking area after which a trail continued upward on the mountain. We parked, kissed some and then tried to make love. But, it was too difficult. I did not want to get out of the vehicle so that we could crawl into the back of the hatchback. I was not even sure that the light flooring would support us. The back seat could be folded down. Also, too many people from the festival were walking past, the windows were foggy, the stick shift and brake lever separated the front seats and in no way was this going to be comfortable. Besides, we were wearing winter jackets. It was cold and snowing outside, only eight degrees north of the equator. So I gave up on the idea and we returned to the hotel, where we said, "Good night." I already knew that she was not going to join me in my room. Too many people might see her entering or leaving. The following day we talked a little after breadfast and made arrangements for our next meeting.
A few weeks later I returned. A friend went with me. He wanted to do some sightseeing in the area and said he could use buses. He understood that I had plans for most of the weekend. I drove fast, but he never asked me to slow down. We arrived and rented separate rooms. I had one near the office, while she assigned him to the second floor. After I had settled down and put some things in a dresser, he came down to visit with me. Shortly after his arrival, while we were talking, there was a light knock on the door. I said, "Come in." She entered bringing me a gift of some hot chocolate and cookies. His eyes sort of popped out and he excused himself to leave. I told him to stay, that we were only going to talk, and she offered to return to the kitchen and serve him, too. But he left. She and I only talked a little and made plans on what time to leave in the morning.
My friend left early the next morning. He had planned to travel by bus to the other side of the mountain to a village called Volcan. We left early, too, but not until after breakfast. She had me drive almost halfway back to the PCA to a beach that she had selected. I had already seen the beach, which was on the border with the next province (or county) and about 10 miles from the Pan American Highway. She must have been up much earlier than me, since she had prepared and packed a big picnic basket with our lunch.
We finally arrived at the beach. We parked, unloaded and walked past a small house. It appeared enpty and was probably only used during large, beach parties. I led her down the beach a ways, hoping to have some privacy. The beach was deserted, except for us. We spread a blanket and set things on it, including our clothes, which we had removed quickly. And, wow, she sure looked good! I think she recalled seeing the movie, From Here To Eternity, and wanted to have a similar, romatic, beach experience. Well, she got one, which she is unlikely to ever forget. I heard a loud motor approaching rapidly. I looked up and here came a large, Panamanian, Military Helicopter. It was moving fast above the beach's shoreline. I quickly held a towel in front of myself. I don't know if she found anything with which to cover herself. We both waved at the helicopter, which quickly left our sight. It could have contained Omar Torrijos, the leader of Panama, going from a nearby military base or one of his homes to a lunch in David. We waited five to ten minutes in case it returned. But we both were impatient. So we wasted no time and her status was quickly changed. Shortly after we started, I asked her if it hurt. She said, "Yes." I asked, "Should I stop?" She replied, "No!" It reminded me of an incident in college. A classmate had a similar experience with a girl. She also replied, "No," but added, "It hurts nice!"
After we were finished, we were both a little bloody, so we rinsed ourselves in the ocean. I did not linger in the water. I have heard that blood in the water, even a little, can get sharks overly excited. In fact, I have seen it happen. We laid on the blanket for a while, played with each other and kissed a lot. Finally, we both dosed off, but not for long. I was worried that we might get sunburnt. So we dressed and enjoyed a wonderful lunch together.
We left the beach behind us and started our return on the Pan American Highway. But after a short distance, and after crossing a bridge over a small river, I pulled off the highway and drove back down to the river. There I parked under the bridge close to the water. I explained to her that we had to do it again to keep her opening open. Otherwise, her body would seal itself. I added that I knew of one case, which required surgery to reopen it. She went along with me, completely. I'll never know whether or not she believed me, but this was the start of something real nice.
We continued on the way back and shortly after we turned onto the road going up the mountain to Boquete, she direct me off the road. There was a restaurant out of view from the road. It was large and had live music. Outside there was a swimming area. It was formed by a small dam blocking some of the flow of a creek. The water was direct from high elevations on the mountain and it was ice cold. I would not care to swim in it. There were some small, thach structures with picnic tables in them for private dining. It was early on a Saturday evening. We chose one of the structures and enjoyed a wonderful, candlelight dinner. The place was beautiful and I doubt that I would have found it by myself.
Sunday morning I drove to David and began looking for my friend. We had argued about where to meet, but I thought we had agreed. We spent about two hours searching for each other. He had called back to the hotel in Boquete, but I had not thought of that. I was not thinking straight. I had become ill before I arrived in David and kept getting worse. I was hoping that he could drive the car to get us back home. I was real miserable, so finally I headed home. I arrived about 2 A.M. He called about that time and said that he was already home. When we did not meet, he took a bus. He was really mad at me. Somehow we both arrived at work in the morning and our friendship did survive.
On subsequent trips the girl and I often parked on narrow, service roads in sugar cane fields and in cornfields. The corn grew over eight feet high and the sugar cane surpassed ten feet. This made it difficult for anyone to see us. We had some great experiences as we grew closer.
Then one Friday morning at 4 A.M. I received a surprise telephone call from her. She was in Panama City nearby at the bus depot and had just arrived on a bus that was two hours late. I dressed quickly, drove to the bus depot and returned with her. We did you know what and then fell asleep. She did some things in the city that day, while I worked. Then we had a great weekend with plenty of togetherness and sightseeing. We drove across the Isthmus to the town of Colon. Colon is located next to the Canal, where it joins the Atlantic Ocean. We visited a large hotel, where she had some friends. I watched, while a policeman followed her around. He had taken a liking to her. She received an employment offer from the hotel management. They knew that she was good and wanted her to leave Boquete and work in their hotel.
Then we drove east along the coast to Portabelo. This is where ships from Europe used to arrive. There are several forts with cannons overlooking and guarding the harbor. Also, there are some old buildings and a large church remaining in the town along side of the harbor. Workers, including Indians, would unload the ships and transport everything overland to the city of Old Panama by the Pacific. Initially, they would build new ships at the Pacific, but gradually a whole fleet developed for transporting goods to many parts of the world. We visited the church, which was one of two remaining by the water, named, Iglesia San Felipe, and met a man with lots of keys. He did miscellaneous chores and was in charge of the costume room. He unlocked the door and invited us to enter. Each year the town has the Festival of the Black Christ with a parade, etc. The clothes in the room are worn at that time. Most of the clothing was hundreds of years old. During the year the clothing would be cleaned and repaired as needed. This gentleman responded to a request and supplied us with a vial of "Holy Water." This she wanted to take back to her priest in Boquete. It appeared to be a big thing and she said her priest would be elated. Some people would walk 40 to 50 miles from Panama City to the annual festival and many revently crawled the final mile! After that long of a walk, I'd be crawling, too.
During our return we passed Playa Langosta (Lobster Beach) about five miles west of Portabelo. It is one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Fodor's Guide Book calls the beach, "dark grey," but I recall the sand being white, especially that which was under the clear, light-blue water and the coral reefs were white. too. Another reference, also, calls the sand, "white." A little further we found a family campground with a lunch room. It was small, so we were able to converse with the American, female cook and owner, while she prepared our meal. I, eventually, became a little mad as she kept making snide remarks like, "Is this your daughter?" Maybe she was trying to flirt with me in a crude manner. At least the food was good.
Eventually, we were back in my apartment. She asked me, "Should I start moving my things here from Boquete?" "No, not yet!" I replied, "and it might be best to keep your job for a while, too." On a subsequent visit, she laid down the law for me. "What is past is history. From now on you are not to have any other woman here, just me". I figured that she was getting serious with me!
She started sending mail to me. She would cut things from magazines and newspapers and glue them on sheets of paper arranged to spell out a message. It was cute, but seemed somewhat childish to me. I wrote a letter to her and sent it to her via a co-worker. He said that after he gave it to her, she held it up and saw my name at the top in the return address block. She then blushed and held it tightly against her body, while thanking him,
On another trip to Boquete I received a surprise. She refused to rent a room to me. The owner, an older, Swedish woman, was out of town, actually out of the country. So she told me that I was going to sleep with her. She lived in a very, large room that must have been used for something else previously. It may have been a dining room or a large parlor. There was a door leading from there into a bedroom that was used by the owner. I did not enter or even look in there. The bed we used was large and very soft. It may have been a feather bed. It was covered with some large, dawn filled quilts that were quite warm. I had not experienced a nice bed like that since Copenhagen. We did our thing and then cuddled together tightly throughout the night and felt quite happy.
In the morning she was up before me and working in the kitchen and restaurant. Later during the the day we were out checking the sugar cane fields. Life can sure be enjoyable at times like these. But things can change rapidly. Back in the PCA I received a telephone call from her. After the owner returned, a co-worker (male) snitched about us to the owner. The owner was quite disturbed. She was mostly worried about some expensive jewelry and other items in her room. The girl did not try to lie about the incident and assured her that I had not entered that room. Just the same, the owner banished her to living in one of the rooms at the back of the hotel. Then came shades of my past marriage. I was blamed. It was all my fault. Even after she had told me where I was to sleep, I had insisted on renting a room, but she would not do it.
The next call from her was a few days later. While she was moving her things, she stumbled on the sidewalk and sprained an ankle. It was now in a cast. Two or three weeks later she called early in the morning. The call came from an inexpensive hotel near the Panama City Bus Station. Someone asked me if I would speak with so and so, a name which I did not know. I said, "Yes." It was her. She was here to see a doctor and for some other business. She wanted me to come to her room. I refused. I was dead tired and needed to sleep. Besides this situation did not sound right to me. She could have called me to drive over to the bus depot and bring her to my place. And why did the hotel clerk use a different name? Was it an error or was she registered under a different name? I said, "Good night," and went back to sleep.
She continued to telephone me almost every day. I told her that I was engaged to be married. It did not matter. She tried hard to hold on to me. Finally, one day I was tired of it, so I put my fiancee on the telephone to talk with her. I know it hurt her, but I did not know what else to do. I felt that I had taken advantage of her. I did feel sorry for her. I actually liked her a lot, but I could not afford more than one wife at a time. This seemed to settle the situation. She stopped telephoning me and we did not meet again.
Three years later I was living in Panama again and went to Boquete. While there I stopped at where her relatives lived. I learned that she had married and was living in Ecuador with her husband and their two young children. So, had she really been in love with me, with an idea that it was time in her life for marriage and children, or both. I will never know. I did pray for her and for her happiness. I'm sure that we could have had a good marriage. I hope that I did bring some happiness into her life.
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“Ok, you had me until we got to the 31 y/o virgin part.

I sort of faded after that.”

“Chili35 -
Everything in this section and all the other sections of the book, which I am writing is and will be the truth. Remember, years have passed since the events of these parts and are from countries far apart. Besides telling most of my life's adventures, I hope to disclose many of the cultural and other influences of the various places in which I have lived or travelled. Things are different everywhere one goes. So, if I found 1 in 10,000 in Panama, it might be like finding 1 in 2,000,000 in the US.”

“Correction
Replace 2,000,000 with 20,000,000 near the end of my pervious post.

And Chili36, thank you for your post. You showed that I'm going to have to insert a lot of summaries and explanations in the book. There were two more, like events from separate countrys that might cause a stir in the medical world.”

“Just doing my part to help

Keep writing”

“So, had she really been in love with me, with an idea that it was time in her life for marriage and children, or both. I will never know.

Don't worry, she will live for the rest of her life with the question whether YOU had really been in love with her, or just been in love with the idea of uncorking a virgin. She will never know.”

“I found a treasure in old memories. It's a an old address/telephone numbers' book from yesteryears. It has lots of old friends and relatives listed in it. Some of them are dead, some of them should be dead and some of them are still somewhere. I could write a book from all the memories.

Inportantly, I found the full Name of that beautiful girl in Panama. Her first name, of four, that I could not pronunce correctly, is Niurka. Her middle name and the two last family names all end with the letter "z." Her full name and old address should help me to locate her and/or discover what has happened to her.”

“Now, that is cool.”