2010-10-10 13:15:31 ET|
So the pictures are a little out of place in the map of yesteryear. However, I had them on hand now and posted them.
Where did I stop, why at the Scuttlebutt of course. For some reason all the empty bottles were placed on the floor in front of the bar tenders. Have I mentioned yet how chauvanistic all this was? To place the bottles in the containers I found that I had to bend from the waist exposing all that was under the short little skirt. To get around that I simply knelt with my knees to the wall, place the empties and then stood up to place my order. "In y'all's face, my rear is mine and I show it to who I want and it won't be by your manipulation."
It all begin to work out. One of the girls was pregnant and her guy was out to sea. She needed someone to share rent with since she was going to have to stop working. We moved in together, she watched my little one at night and I worked two jobs. It worked and I survived. Some of it even became fun.
Get up at 5:30 a.m. and dress myself, wake my little one at 6:00, feed her, dress her and leave by seven. Drop at nursery by 7:30, work by 8:00. Work til 5:00, pick little one up at 5:30 to head home and change so I could be at work by 6:30. Work until 12:00 and head home to sleep until 5:30 when it started all over again. Sometimes we would all simply head across the border and party until it was time to head home and start a new day. Especially Friday nights, what a full and tiring life. I can remember a poem I use to quote faithfully to help me get through each day.
First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friendsó
It gives a lovely light!
This went on for almost a year. Then one of the boats came in and brought a really wierd stalker. Enough that he scared me and I left with short notice and got a job at NTC or.....Naval Training Center.
Same pay, younger boys and not as much fun because different dynamics. Just a job, just to get by!
By now my friend had her new baby, the Kitty Hawk had come back from deployment and my little one and I had our own apartment. A friend from work kept my little one on the nights I worked. I lived near Balboa and my friend lived down the 5 about 15 miles. I would pick my little one up and then drive back home at the end of my shift.
I always drove out of NTC and turned right. To the left was an area where the guys would catch buses to where ever they were going. I remember seeing a cream colored car in the bus area. It drew my attention because usually no one was in the area. About a block down the road was a gas station. I pulled in to fill my car and the cream colored car drove slowly by the station and parked a half block down the street. My stalker had me more observant than usual. I filled the car, drove into traffic and the cream car pulled in behind me. The night is late, as in midnight when I hit the 5 with this guy behind me. I didn't want to take him to my house and I didn't want to take him to my friends. I thought if I could drive fast enough I could lose him but he stuck with me. I remember wondering where the cops were because they sure weren't on the 5. I slowed at one point until he was right on me and then at the last minute took a ramp losing him. I headed deep into a neighborhood and pulled into someones drive that had a lot of cars around. I turned everything off and waited watching the side roads. He came back, he stopped at each road and idled while he looked and then drove on to the next side street. He went back and forth for almost 30 minutes until I didn't see him any longer. I waited until nearly 4:00 and then backed out and went to my friends where I spent the rest of the night. I walked away from NTC without a backward glance and did not even go in to get my check. I never saw the car again but the fear stayed with me.