Thirty Years
By James Beeson
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James Beeson
Dr. Beeson was born in 1926, the son of an Indiana farmer. He skipped the 12th. grade, was accepted in to the Navy College Training Program, and sent to Notre Dame University. He graduated from Indiana Medical School at 22. He is a board certified anesthesiologist who practiced his profession for 42 years in Jacksonville, FL. He was a caregiver for his beloved wife for six years. He married his late wife's best friend (widow). who was, is and ever will be beloved. He has five children, several stepchildren, grandchildren, step grandchildren, and a growing number of "greats" whom he loves with all his heart. He is chronically happy. How could he be otherwise?
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Thirty Years - James Beeson
Copyright © 2019 by James Beeson.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019903299
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-7960-2227-8
Softcover 978-1-7960-2226-1
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Rev. date: 03/19/2019
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Four
Chapter Seventy-Five
Chapter Seventy-Six
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Chapter Eighty
Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-Two
Chapter Eighty-Three
Chapter Eighty-Four
Chapter Eighty-Five
Chapter Eighty-Six
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Chapter Ninety
Chapter Ninety-One
Chapter Ninety-Two
Chapter Ninety-Three
Chapter Ninety-Four
Chapter Ninety-Five
Chapter Ninety-Six
Chapter Ninety-Seven
Chapter Ninety-Eight
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Chapter One Hundred
Chapter One Hundred One
Chapter One Hundred Two
Chapter One Hundred Three
Chapter One Hundred Four
Chapter One Hundred Five
Chapter One Hundred Six
Chapter One Hundred Seven
Chapter One Hundred Eight
Chapter One Hundred Nine
Chapter One Hundred Ten
Chapter One Hundred Eleven
Chapter One Hundred Twelve
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
Chapter One Hundred Sixteen
Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
Chapter One Hundred Nineteen
Chapter One Hundred Twenty
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two
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To Becky
You gave me my second life
When you became my wife.
This old love I’ve had for you
Still brightly beams, forever new.
CHAPTER ONE
Turk Thomas had settled into his new address at Raiford State Prison in Florida. Having been convicted of murder—one charge—he was now a lifer in residence.
In an effort to eliminate persons between an inheritance and his mother, he had murdered one cousin and almost another. He had kept his murder weapon in his car’s spare tire well with a contrived locking device. Unfortunately for him, with a valid search warrant, a nosy cop noting the oddity picked the lock and said, Look what I found.
His lame I never saw that gun before!
fell flat when they found his fingerprints all over it. Confronted with the smoking gun, he contended that his mother knew nothing about the affair; it had been all his doing. The police suspected that she had been a party to the shootings, but it was not provable, so she dodged a bullet, as they say.
He had negotiated a guilty plea with the death sentence off the table. So there he was in a Raiford suite
with no prospect of an upgrade.
He made friends with another inmate who was about his own age, and they exchanged secrets when they were together in the courtyard and out of the earshot of others.
What happened to your dad?
Lonnie Lewis asked in hushed tones.
Died in his early forties—heart attack.
You have a stepdad?
Had one. He’s dead too.
Dangerous around your house, wasn’t it?
He fell down our upstairs steps.
With a sly smile, he asked, Did he have any help with that?
Looking both ways and reassuring himself that nobody else could hear him, he said, He was a heavy drinker and a mean one.
You get in fights with him?
Almost, till I got big enough to whip his ass!
You had a bunch of fights with him?
Actually only once. Before that, I stayed out of his way as much as possible. He was slow-footed when he was drunk, so I’d avoid him till he fell into a drunken stupor. Next morning, he wouldn’t remember any of it.
So did he have any help with the stairs?
He didn’t hit my mom often, but he did that night. Mom and I thought we could cure him of his bad habits by killing him.
You make a habit of solving problems that way?
Nope. Just occasionally.
So you waxed him?
He had chronic prostate problems, so he got up a couple of times at night to pee. The bathroom was down the hall from the upstairs bedroom. He had to walk by the stairs to get there.
I take it he had an accident?
I pushed the bastard. Hind end over teakettle! He wasn’t moving down there, so I went down and put my hand over his mouth and nose. Mom came down to join me, and we decided to break his neck while we were at it, so I did. She called 911, and I started CPR on him.
CPR?
That would explain why my DNA was all over him.
Damn! That was smart!
Accidental death. RIP. He had a fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance policy, which helped us for a while.
I guess with all the bad luck your mom had with husbands, she’s not lookin’ for another one.
She might be. She looks younger than her forty years.
You see her often?
Sure do. We’re real close.
Spiritually, you mean?
Yeah sure. You got any sad tales to tell?
I had this buddy who wanted to rob a bank. All I had to do was drive the stolen car, which I did. The dumb ass didn’t notice the off-duty cop in the bank who followed him out the door and shot him. He died there but not before shooting the cop dead.
So you took off like a scalded cat?
I would have, but a second cop saw me and cuffed me.
You tried to rob a place swarming with cops? Not cool.
No, not cool at all. They nailed me for being complicit in the cop’s death—that guilt-by-association crap. I’m in here for twenty.
That doesn’t sound fair. You have a decent lawyer back then?
He said I should make a plea bargain for twenty so I don’t get life.
You got royally screwed, didn’t you?
I’d say so. Looks like our time’s up for now. See you tomorrow, maybe.
Hope so.
CHAPTER TWO
May Stover was now May Heller. Her marriage ceremony had taken place with no untoward incidents. They were a beautiful couple as romantic people might say.
Her husband, Matt, was the most productive new-car salesman in the Jacksonville area. May was about the prettiest nurse at the St. Miguel Hospital. She was trying harder and harder to mask her prescient abilities. She began contriving misinformation to falsely document her assumed visions, when actually, misfires were few and far between.
They were in agreement that two offspring would be about right for them but not just yet. They wished to depart from each of their apartments and purchase a house. Their combined incomes could support up to half a million-dollar unit, provided they could come up with a suitable down payment. They were told that 20 percent would assure them of an unimpeded buy. They both were frugal, but their combined savings were nowhere near that figure.
Maybe one of your visions might be helpful,
Matt said mostly in jest.
Her visions continued to be only unsolicited ones, and she was still unable to otherwise conger up any insight into any given situation.
It was a brief vision but very explicit—Las Vegas, roulette table, red or black, thirteen clear choices for thirteen in a row. She was blessed with an exceptionally good memory, but she jotted down the sequence indicated. So what? Go to Las Vegas? Play the black/red? She had no doubt she could win—up to a point. Most casinos have a button beneath the croupier area, which, when activated, senses where bets are placed and then that little bouncing ball avoids landing there. It rarely needed to be invoked. Her vision terminated with a schematic of the device.
I had a vision that might show an avenue to our down-payment shortfall.
She had his full attention.
Las Vegas. Roulette. Thirteen reds or blacks in a row.
A semistunned Matt said, That’s over eighty thousand dollars, based on a ten-dollar start. A third of any winnings would go to your favorite uncle—Sam. You serious?
If you are. I didn’t sense any danger in the situation.
They both took a week off with the intention of spending two nights in Las Vegas. One day and night to enjoy the amenities and the second for their caper.
* * *
Why you goin’ to Las Vegas? Gonna break the bank?
her friend asked.
No, just to see the place. Neither of us has ever been there.
* * *
There was only one direct flight a day from Jacksonville to Las Vegas. The couple had no difficulty getting two seats on the plane. They were told by the hotel-booking clerk that they got the last room available. He would tell fifty other people the same thing.
First-class? Don’t think so.
They chose a relatively new palatial hotel aptly named the Palace. It certainly did resemble one. Reasonable rate. Capacious room. After losing twenty dollars at a roulette table, they went on to enjoy the area.
On the second evening, the wheel master recognized them from the night before.
Maybe you’ll have better luck tonight,
he encouraged.
Ten dollars on red. Red it was. Let it ride.
Twenty on black, and black it was.
She let it ride and ride again till the thirteenth spin, winning each time. Just before what would be the thirteenth spin, a pit boss had to be called to authorize that next spin. He nodded in the affirmative, and the little ball did its thing—spinning and spinning— seeming to land on red only to settle landing on May’s black notch.
By then the table had attracted dozens of onlookers, cheering her on. The beady-eyed pit boss had a frozen smile on his face.
This is your lucky night, madam.
He then made a gesture as if to stroke his chin. Actually, it was a slit the throat
move, which meant the attendant was to push the equalizer button, which he quietly did.
Do you wish to make another bet, madam?
May pulled all the mountain of chips to her seat area, leaving ten dollars on red.
The pit master was livid but never lost his frozen smile.
Black it is,
the attendant said weakly.
Where do I cash these chips?
With a brusque gesture, he said, Over there, madam.
Getting the nod from the pit boss, the clerk made a checkout, handing it to May and making a certificate to the IRS, explaining to her that they were obligated to do that.
Through the whole thing, Matt’s heart was going a mile a minute, but he was expressionless.
It has the aura of total unreality about it, he thought.
As they left the casino, Matt asked May, Care for a nightcap, moneybags?
Why not!
After a little aperitif, they were off to bed. As to the other nightcap, that was how the procreational timetable was disrupted.
CHAPTER THREE
Matt and May had agreed not to advertise their Las Vegas good luck. Nobody really knew their financial status, so when they were able to come up with a suitable house down payment, nobody was surprised.
When asked by friends and acquaintances how they had liked Lost Wages, they merely indicated they had a good time there and, no, they wouldn’t be going back anytime soon.
Don’t want to wear out our welcome,
they said with a grin.
* * *
They dealt with the so-called Legends real estate group in buying their house. The purchase price and the appraisal were in concert, and the home inspection didn’t turn up any deal breakers. They would close in a month, and the former owners would be long gone by then.
* * *
May’s pregnancy was progressing without incident. Amniocentesis fluid evaluation found no genetic abnormalities. Matt had long since digested the differences between his wife and himself, and he was cool with them. She was essentially