Nov. 17, 2022

MOMENTS OF PLEASURE AND--- DECADES OF REGRET.

 After ten years, he sounded happy to hear from me. It didn’t seem awkward or strange when he asked if he could stop-by my place, later. I gave him my address at Andover Square Condominiums, explaining my patio backed up to Reservoir Park. Bill replied: “Leave the gate open and the patio light on. I’ll have my driver drop me off at your back door.”

Closing the patio door behind him and flashing his trademark open-mouth smile, Bill stepped into my living room. He wasted no time pulling me close, laughing in my ear, hugging me affectionately. It had been ten years since the two of us had walked the halls of the Arkansas State Capital together. Since then, we’d both managed to expand our horizons in more than a few directions.

He listened to my pitch for an Arkansas Rail Historic Preservation Society; he looked at the photos about my recent rescue of the 819 Steam Engine; he examined my proposal. Bill promised to help by introducing me to the woman in charge of Arkansas Parks and Tourism. Then, placing my packet back on the table, he suggested we enjoy a little “catch up” time.

All totaled, Bill visited me twelve to fourteen times over a three month period.

PS. Yes, I made a major mistake in the eighties and today--I’d like nothing better than to erase Bill Clinton from my memories. Unfortunately, each of us is responsible for our  personal indiscretions.  And, sometimes, our mistakes go public to become a permanent part of history.  

Years after the fun, games, and pleasurable moments are gone, the reality of our past simply-won't go away.

Sally Miller