6 July 1993 - 8 a.m. - Tuesday - Pasadena, CA
I've arranged for a car at 9 a.m., then I'll head over to the County Jail to retrieve Mr. Boyle. Our flight doesn't leave LAX until late afternoon. He'll probably want a decent meal & to get cleaned up. To that end, I've taken a suite at the Biltmore - such a grand old hotel - always a pleasure to revisit.
~~~ I dawdled Friday on my way back to Albuquerque - a refreshing mini-vacation. I feel my batteries considerably recharged. I don't know why, but sometimes I find being around people, even friends and those whom I love, so draining - and it's something that one cannot explain to another person who has never felt a similar sensation. I don't know if it is common to those gifted with the "Sight", or if it's just my own oddity.
Maggie picked me up at the airport and let it be known that from that moment on I was her "boy-toy" and that she had made plans for the entire weekend. I surrendered. Sometimes it is best to simply yield to circumstances, put the brain in neutral, and go along for the ride - whatever that may be. In this case "whatever" is best left to memory, not this page.
~~~ On Sat. I was, indeed, at Maggie's mercy. For a superior court judge, she's a free spirit, but she loves the law. I suspect she loves it more than she could ever love a husband and children. She says "furry babies", her dogs, mix much better with jurisprudence than the hairless, gurgling variety ever could.
She insisted that we see "Jurassic Park" at the Chinese Theatre. I would gladly face a demonic horde rather than another car pool mom in a ticket line with her eight charges. Naturally, once inside, the most active pair of feet sat directly behind me. Throughout the film I was thinking of appropriate invocations against "ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties... and things that go bump" in the mid-afternoon.
Once the novelty of seeing the computerized dinosaurs wore off, I found watching my companion much more intriguing. Amazing! Two days ago she was a little girl at a Saturday matinee. Today she will be a judge sitting on a capital case. I envy that little girl. For me the equivalent little boy never existed.
~~~ Maggie's Sunday plans included a baseball game at Dodger Stadium. It must have been 102 degrees. I suggested that she allow me to arrange for more comfortable seating in the O'Malleys' box, but she would have none of it. She could have done that herself. That is not how one sees a ball game. No! - to use her terminology, one should be a "bleacher bum," and roast in the midday sun until one becomes a lobster. I must admit sunburn can make for interesting first aid.
That night we watched fireworks from Maggie's backyard, which overlooks the Rose Bowl. We had a splendid view of the display from her Jacuzzi. A police helicopter almost had a splendid view as well. That would have been an arresting development - the judge and I sharing Nick's cell.
Maggie has an immense videotape collection, of which we made ample use. Frankly the only film title I can recall is "Bringing Up Baby." We were otherwise occupied --- Marigold, her St. Bernard, had her puppies very early Monday morning - a baker's dozen - not nearly enough faucets to go around. I'm now the fastest canine midwife & nursemaid in the West. Astonishing what a life in the Legacy can prepare one for.
Maggie was gone when I got up. I found a note scrawled on a paper towel beside the coffee pot - "Marigold & family at vet. Principle & interest paid in full." What was it Lord Nelson said before Trafalgar - "England expects every man to do his duty?" What sacrifices we make in the name of such duties!
I think I shall find an excuse to visit LA more frequently. Being her "boy-toy" wasn't half bad. I wonder if I've missed my calling.
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