Ohmigawd...

We don't get the Palm Beach Post here in FL because it's basically fifty cents
worth of real estate ads every day, but today I picked up a free one at the
craft show and just started reading it tonight. There was a half page picture
of a guy who has just been sentenced for having his wife killed back in 1987. I
had read about the case all along with interest but finally they located the
husband in Thailand and had him extradited for a trial.

You see, I have this problem- I never forget a face. Names escape me but never a face.

ANYway, the picture looked sort of familiar and I realized it was the first time I had
seen a picture of him- usually the photo posted was of his beautiful black wife-
they lived in Palm Beach and when she filed for divorce she went back to her
family in Atlanta. He was Very Familiar- his name was (left out so I don't have repercussions) and---(yeah
you see this coming, doncha?) I used to date a (same name, same reason) shortly after I
moved to Boston- had to be 1967 or 8ish. He would show up at odd times and we would
have to make mysterious stops on our way out to wherever we were headed. He
always behaved erratically and drank way too much but he was older and took me to
real restaurants and clubs instead of the bars and dives I was used to- it was a
novelty for me and I enjoyed it until he started showing up drunk at my
apartment door late at night and even hit me once (the last time I would ever open the door to
him). So I moved on- the drinking was the deal killer for me, I couldn't stand
it.

http://www.looksmartfrugalliving.com/p/articles/mi_m1264/is_6_33/ai_93084963

This looks and sounds just like him- and finally the 'mystery' is solved- he
was married and had 4 kids! Nothing like having my head in the sand 35 years ago.
I am absolutely sure it was the same guy and this
explains why everything was so mysterious all the time. We would have to stop
here and there and he would run into weird places, hospitals, school cafeterias,
like that, and leave me in the car waiting for a few minutes. I was never taken
to his apartment or knew anything about where he lived- can't believe this
didn't bother me for the few months I knew him. But I was only 21 or 22- dumb
and wanting a good time, not a relationship.

But here he is, a millionaire and a murderer. How awful. Now I know what my
fascination with this case was based on.