THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE
The Devil’s Triangle has as its most southern tip the island of Puerto Rico, home to one of the world’s deepest ocean trenches and a mysterious place where ships and airplanes have disappeared.
Fourth dimensionally connecting the dots, I felt lost in space and extremely forlorn that my father had deceived me all of these years, pretending that Tappy and me were his only beloved sons.
Playing attorney with me as he had all during our roller coaster relationship, my father begged me to please come to San Juan and meet with him to sort things out.
Calling my Mom asking for counsel, she said that since I had traveled so far and because he was still my father, that I should acquiesce and meet with him.
Finally calming down, I agreed with my Mom and boarded the plane to Puerto Rico.
Flying first class provided me with the illusion that the alcohol was for free.
Unusual for me but after talking to my father, I lost my appetite and just paced JFK back-and-forth until it was time for departure.
Draining several bourbons and soda, I fell asleep until we touched down in Isla Verde, Puerto Rico only 10 minutes away from my dad’s house.
Waiting for me outside of baggage claim, my father was driving what seemed to be a large black sofa on wheels.
Saying that this was his company car, this monstrous Cadillac Sedan Deville was as long as a pickup truck.
Totally exhausted from flying over 5000 miles and the emotional drama that took place at Kennedy, I told my father that I would rather stay in a hotel until we worked things out.
Pleading with me like a lawyer about to lose his case, he said that there was a huge party at his house with the mayor of San Juan, Armando Peraza before his joining Santana and other “dignitaries” present.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
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