{"id":3792,"date":"2019-04-26T06:52:48","date_gmt":"2019-04-26T14:52:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/roguephoenixpress.com\/?page_id=3792"},"modified":"2019-04-26T06:52:48","modified_gmt":"2019-04-26T14:52:48","slug":"first-chapter-a-more-perfect-union","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/roguephoenixpress.com\/first-chapter-a-more-perfect-union\/","title":{"rendered":"First Chapter A More Perfect Union"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/roguephoenixpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/A-More-Perfect-Union.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3793\" src=\"https:\/\/roguephoenixpress.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/A-More-Perfect-Union-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1>Chapter One<\/h1>\n<p>Ruth and I were heading up to the Catskills to find somewhere to scatter Murray\u2019s ashes.<\/p>\n<p>We decided on someplace around Kaaterskill Falls, near Woodstock, where the legendary 1967 rock\u2019n\u2019roll love-in and multi-day concert was held \u2013 that was why we thought it might be a fitting final resting place. Murray was the right vintage. I was driving my old Jaguar XK8 convertible. It had undeniable advantages \u2013 it was fully paid for and had very low mileage because it was a city-dweller\u2019s car. And it was sexy.<\/p>\n<p>It was June last year. Murray was in a cardboard box the size of a Courvoisier carton, which seemed appropriate, but I did not make that comment to Ruth, who was genuinely bereaved. I found myself thinking as I drove across the George Washington Bridge and veered north onto the Palisades Parkway that she was lucky to have found someone whom she loved enough to be so deeply and affectively wounded by his passing.<\/p>\n<p>Although I have been married twice and divorced twice, I think I have never been in love, because I always felt relieved when a relationship ended; girlfriends first, then wives. I didn\u2019t cheat on anyone, but I fomented reasons to break up eventually. Probably my insecurity, as Wife Number Two used to say. She said I wanted to fall in love, not to be in love.<\/p>\n<p>I turned on the car radio fairly loud because the top was down, and Ruth\u2019s voluminous Hermes scarf was tightly tied in almost the manner of an Islamic headscarf.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPenny for your thoughts,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think I\u2019m easy to read. I was thinking about my two failed marriages, and your one super-successful one, that\u2019s all. It\u2019s odd to say I envy that you miss him so much. It means you were a good couple. I married women who were deeply unsuitable for me, just as I dated unsuitable girls in college before I married Barbara.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUnsuitable? Really? What does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust nothing in common except maybe physical attraction, and too stupid to know that, I guess, but I wasn\u2019t thinking so much about me as I was about you. I think you and Murray were a love story.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She turned to face out her side of the car and I thought she was probably teary.<\/p>\n<p>A silver Bentley whizzed by on the left, the windows in the back seat tinted dark. It was a Wednesday and there was not a lot of traffic as we went around the big curve that points the Thruway due north toward Albany on the west side of the Hudson after you turn from the Parkway onto the Thruway in Rockland County.<\/p>\n<p>I saw a red car ahead of me in my lane, fairly far ahead, but other than those two and my Jag we had the road to ourselves as we passed the exit for Tuxedo Park, which at least used to be where they held the Renaissance Faire most summers. If I had small kids, I would have been there at least once a year. My son from the first marriage loved going to the Renaissance Faire in San Bernardino County, particularly to see the \u2018serving wenches\u2019 who combined jolly big breasts with low-cut dresses and no bras. My daughters were interested in seeing the \u2018Queen\u2019, which somehow seemed a better reason to enjoy the Faire.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat guy in the Bentley up there is driving like a pimp.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ruth jerked back from watching the scenery on her side and leaned forward to look at the silver car that was moving farther and farther ahead of us. \u201cHe\u2019s wobbling too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, that\u2019s what I meant and driving like he was fired out of a gun.\u201d I eased up on the accelerator, not wanting to get close to either car.<\/p>\n<p>There was a fast flash of some kind between the cars, like maybe one car kicked up a rock that hit the other one or something like a beam of sunlight reflecting back from the chrome of the big Bentley. The red one veered right, and seemed to drive onto the shoulder and stop. The Bentley kept going or maybe even speeded up then vanished around a curve a couple of miles ahead of us.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey didn\u2019t collide,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo. I wonder if the red car had a blow-out.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCall 9-1-1,\u201d I said. \u201cTell them it looks like somebody may be hurt a couple of miles north of the Tuxedo Park exit going north on the Thruway. I\u2019ll pull off and see what happened. Maybe I can help.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I slowed down and as we got close to the red car, I realized it was a sporty car, maybe a red Mustang. Nobody was getting out of the car to see what happened.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t think it was a blow-out.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I stopped about one hundred feet behind the red car, put on my hazard lights. I asked Ruth to stand by the car and wave to the first responders when they got there. I walked carefully toward the red car. If there was somebody in the car who was hurt, I wanted to help. If there was somebody there who had a gun or something, I didn\u2019t want to get shot.<\/p>\n<p>There was an arm hanging out the driver\u2019s side window. Dark-skinned hand. African-American or dark-skinned Latino, \u2018blatino\u2019 in NYC. I circled toward the edge of the roadway so I could approach from far enough away so I wouldn\u2019t scare whoever was in the car.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou okay?\u201d I yelled.<\/p>\n<p>No response.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI saw your car here and called for someone to come with paramedics,\u201d I said loudly.<\/p>\n<p>No response.<\/p>\n<p>I started to walk toward the car. It was early afternoon and the sun was overhead. The driver was slumped down and at the same time leaning back where he had been left by the now-deflated airbag. There was blood but not a lot. The airbag had probably hit him in the face when it was activated and the blood probably came from his nose. He moaned but seemed unconscious. I knew it would be dangerous to try to get him out of the car. I wondered what to do, but at the same moment I heard a siren. It was a State Police car heading south on the other side of the Thruway.<\/p>\n<p>When they reached us, they slowed down slightly and drove across the grassy medium, which was a slight ditch with mowed grass or weeds. They crossed the northbound lanes with lights flashing and siren at a very high volume. A black Ford Fusion pulled to a stop in the fast lane, and another car approaching slowed behind. I stood still.<\/p>\n<p>The State Police car pulled parallel to my Jag. I watched. One of the cops stepped out of the car with a bullhorn.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPut your hands in the air and walk slowly in this direction.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I did as I was told.<\/p>\n<p>The other cop popped out of the passenger seat and ran to put flares in the street, then ran forward with an EMT bag.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou hit this car?\u201d the bullhorn blared.<\/p>\n<p>I could hear Ruth explaining how we saw the accident but were half a mile or so behind when it happened.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKeep your hands up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I did what he told me to do and kept walking toward him.<\/p>\n<p>After he looked at my license, registration and proof of insurance, he said, \u201cSorry for that, Mr. Miller. We have to be careful.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The other cop came back wearing blue nitrile gloves, leaned into the police car and grabbed a mic, said something, then hung it up.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOnly one person in the car. He seems to be breathing but I think they\u2019re going to have to cut him out of the car. I think the frame is bent.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I said that I expected to see a dent on the side of the car, because I thought the other car side-swiped the red car or that maybe the other car kicked up a rock.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot that I could see,\u201d the second cop said. \u201cMaybe just swerved and the car ran into a rock or something. Obviously totaled, probably nothing left underneath the car.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They wanted a description of the silver Bentley. No, neither of us had a clue about the license plate number. No idea whether it was a New York plate.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe drove by us going one hundred or so. All I wanted was to drop back and let him have the road.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd you\u2019re heading for?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe general area of Woodstock, looking for a place to stay for a day,\u201d Ruth intervened. She did not explain that we had her husband\u2019s ashes in the back seat.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019re going to have to ask you to accompany us to our station in Woodbury, so we can take a statement.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNice car,\u201d he said, gesturing at the Jag.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not new. In fact, it is a 2000 model,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>The car was British racing green with a tan convertible stop and champagne-colored leather upholstery. My version of middle-aged crazy, purchased after my second divorce, and fully paid for ten years earlier. It had about thirty thousand miles on it, and had always been taken care of at the dealer. It drove like a dream.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s that in the back seat?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAshes of a friend who died.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s illegal to scatter them in water,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s my husband,\u201d Ruth said. \u201cHis name was Murray.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She did not cry.<\/p>\n<p>A second siren came from the south, and an ambulance marked \u2018Orange County Fire Department\u2019 pulled over in front of us, near the red car.<\/p>\n<p>We stared as they cut the door off the car and maneuvered the driver onto a gurney. They strapped him down, put a green oxygen mask on him, and rolled him into the back with two EMTs working on him. As I watched, they connected an IV with what was probably a bag of saline above, and they put cardiogram sensors on his chest. Blood pressure cuff. One EMT gave us a thumbs-up as they closed the door. The driver ran over and told the cops they were taking him to New York Presbyterian Hudson Valley Hospital in Cortlandt, on the other side of the Hudson River across the Bear Mountain Bridge.<\/p>\n<p>We went to the Woodbury Police station and gave a formal statement that was recorded then transcribed. I signed mine and Ruth signed hers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs this where all the discount stores are?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>Ruth nodded slowly. \u201cProbably nothing good, including the prices,\u201d she said with a blank look.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d I asked Cheslack.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEdward Razmus Hall, according to the ID in his pocket,\u201d the first cop, Officer Eddie Cheslack, said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa dum dum,\u201d Ruth said.<\/p>\n<p>Cheslack stared at her.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a joke, right?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He said nothing, just waiting for her to explain.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cE Razmus Hall? It\u2019s a high school in Brooklyn. It\u2019s where I graduated. On Flatbush Avenue and Church Street.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s what his driver\u2019s license says. Hard to say if it\u2019s real or fake, but some moms have an odd idea of what names would be good when they\u2019re coming out of an anesthetic after delivering a baby,\u201d he said. \u201cForty-two years old, address on Prospect Park West in Brooklyn.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think I know his name,\u201d Ruth said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou said it\u2019s like your high school,\u201d Cheslack said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt is, when you look at his whole name. But I think he ran for congress under the name Eddie Hall a couple of years back. Or maybe it was just a primary, because he was a Democrat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head. \u201cI used to live in Manhattan. Now I live in Queens. Never paid any attention to Brooklyn races. Not as though there\u2019s much doubt about which way New York City will vote.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, look at Giuliani and Bloomberg. Both Republicans.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLots of Republican mayors. Lindsay for instance. Almost zero Republican congressmen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ruth shrugged and looked at me. \u201cI already told Murray he has to wait for next weekend or the weekend after that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded, shook Officer Cheslack\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe may be in touch,\u201d he said, \u201cif we have any follow-up questions. Meanwhile, drive careful. You see what can happen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>We walked out to the parking lot and dead-headed back t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Chapter One Ruth and I were heading up to the Catskills to find somewhere to scatter Murray\u2019s ashes. We decided on someplace around Kaaterskill Falls, near Woodstock, where the legendary 1967 rock\u2019n\u2019roll love-in and multi-day concert was held \u2013 that was why we thought it might be a fitting final resting place. Murray was the right vintage. 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