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Note From a Ghost — Final Lush Years pg153
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
1989
Joe Marra had recently retired from the US Navy where he served as corpsman on a fast-attack submarine. You know what? Joe died in his sleep not long ago. Maybe he can write this part. Joe? Joe?
Hey, ya I’m here. Okay…
“I first noticed Mernie on the drunk boat. Didn’t get a good look as we passed too fast, but she was in the yacht club after the race. Even among a boisterous crowd of sailors in colorful clothes, she wasn’t hard to miss. Not skinny, not fat and as tall as the men, but with better legs and laughing. She was obviously enjoying her beer, but didn’t seem dim witted or sloppy. I got next to her and said something. I forget what it was and not important, but made a point to look at her eyes. You know that feeling when a good dog looks at you and there’s a thrill like you’re suddenly the same species? Like that only better, because there was a chance for sex too.” — From Chapter 8
I happened to have a life where many encounters that included sex ricocheted throughout my 20s. Some repeated and many didn’t. I can’t count how much fun I had during the weird years, but it was a lot. Joe Marra marked the beginning of becoming a serial monogamist.
