Today I transferred the contents of my safety deposit box to another bank. The contents contained things you might expect to find in a safety deposit box, but it was my diaries and old passport photos that reminded me of one of the scariest, yet most exhilarating times of my life. A lot for a 20-something to endure, much less to write about so matter-of-factly.
“7/2/82: Guido and Little Louie [my names for the men who steal our garbage and override our alarm system] are still with us.”
“Last night I was still awake at about 2am. At first I heard voices outside, below my bedroom window, then noises downstairs. About ten minutes later I saw shadows underneath our bedroom doors. I crept to the door and poised, frozen for a minute until I heard something brush against the door on the other side.
“[My first husband] was out on valium and vodka. I got the shotgun, knowing I had no business with it unless I was prepared to use it. I went back to the door and chambered a round… a recognizable sound… counted to three and flung open the doors.
“You’ve never heard such clumsy scrambling to get down the dungeon [my name for the first floor of our three-story house] stairs at the end of the hall. All I saw were pants legs. The Three Stooges would have been more graceful.
“I didn’t go any further. Closed and locked the bedroom door, knowing that who ever they were had fled. I returned to bed and just sort of collapsed into immediate sleep. In the morning, I found it quite puzzling, my reaction… It seemed that when my emergency “fight or flight” adrenaline ran out, I found myself exhausted and sleepy. Didn’t wake [my husband.]
“The thought of living in fear–plus our attorney wants us to secure a bodyguard–is a more frequent thought since we’ve had more than this one incident. I can sympathize with celebrities and the super rich who want to live a low-profile lifestyle. Even so, our frame of mind is one of excitement, looking ahead to whatever obstacles lay in store for us… the challenge of it all.
“[My husband] said we lead a soap opera-type existence no one would really believe it. [One set of friends] are more normal, lead a quieter lifestyle, and [another couple] have two kids, a split level and a station wagon to even them out. But we sit up here, looking out over the city, feeling so very removed from them all, constantly discussing the ins and outs of everything. Even though we’ll be a public company, will the Feds and the Big Six, who drive tobacco colored Rolls Royces, let us get away with this? If we do… it will expose one of the biggest, deadliest consumer product and government tax frauds ever perpetrated on the world.
[My first husband] likes one of Wernher von Braun’s quotes: “I aim for the stars but sometimes I hit London.” We’ll see.