Ted Bundy

Have you ever wondered if you’d have had a drink with Ted Bundy?

I have.

By all accounts, the man oozed charm, he had boyish-next-door good looks (go figure), was highly intelligent and witty. Now why would God deal him five Aces?

Okay, I’m sure you’re frowning - why on earth this topic?

The Sun-Sentinel a couple of days ago had a tiny report about a man, one “Angel” (nickname, dontcha marvel as to whom gave him that one?) who’d murdered two of his girlfriends and had tried to kill another.

And we’re not talking about strangling with a pillow, no this guy bludgeoned one girlfriend with a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer. Sadly, her 9-year-old and 6-year-old children discovered her body.

Angel immigrated to the U.S. after slaying his wife in Columbia and being sentenced to 32 years in prison (only 32 years?). He found his way here via Venezuela and entered the country with a passport from that country.

Reading that gave me the heebie jeebies.

I refuse to think about suspected terrorists and South American visitors. I live in South Florida -- if I seriously considered that, I’d never leave the house.

According to the authorities, Angel moved to New York, acquired a girlfriend, slit her throat, and left her for dead. She survived. What I can’t get over is they had a child together?

There’s a happy, well satisfactory, ending to the tale. A tip to America’s Most Wanted led to Angel’s arrest. U.S. Marshall’s arrested him while he was walking out of church.

Reading that last sentence prompted my musings. Angel sat in a church, listened to sermon. Did he shake hands with the person next to him? You know the symbolic handshake of peace.

Suppose he had shaken your hand? Thought you were attractive? Asked you to share a cup of coffee?

Would you have said yes?

Cheers,

Jianne Carlo