The Cowardly Lion, Book Two, Chapter I

The Cowardly Lion, Book Two, Chapter I

My first day working with the Home of the Western White House, as the Cotton Estate was becoming known everywhere in and around the town of San Clemente, wasn’t a workday at all.  After reporting in to the remarkably strange and alienating H.R. Haldeman, there was...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter II

The uniform shop in Santa Ana was located on the main drive passing through the center of the rather over-populated and kind of ragged city.  San Clemente was much smaller, tighter and kept its streets, sidewalks and plant life in much better shape.  Of course, San...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, CHAPTER III

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, CHAPTER III

I spent the next four days working out, as best I could. I had the endurance to run five miles straight, but I hadn’t regained the speed I one had before being shot and operated on so much.  My fears about the coming academy stretch were active, particularly at...
THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK II, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK II, Chapter IV

Chapter IV I pulled away from home in the Volks, only wanting to escape back onto the stretches of beach I realized I was finding some solace driving, if not doing anything else productive. Vietnam had come again out of nowhere. Nguyen, reaching forward from the past,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter V

Chapter V Chief Murray and I stood, looking at the specially equipped and painted Boeing 707, with a big American flag painted brilliantly on the vertical part of its tail, until Kissinger, Haldeman, and Ehrlichman disappeared into its side door. The plane was called...
THE COWARDLY LION,  Book Two,  Chapter VI

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VI

The front hubs on the Bronco had obviously never been turned before. It took all the strength I had in my wrists to slowly move the hubs a hundred and eighty degrees. Finally, they were turned. I got back in the Bronco, backed up, and faced the six-foot-high berm of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VII

The one thing I’d come to understand about whatever it was I was supposed to be doing for the Western Whitehouse, at first with Haldeman and now no doubt with Mardian, was immediacy. When people in their positions wanted something, they wanted it right now. Physically...
THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK Two, Chapter VIII

THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK Two, Chapter VIII

I left the compound as I’d come in, feeling about the same. Although the Beach Patrol part of my life with the San Clemente Police Department was unsettled, it was at least predictable and there also seemed to be no inherent danger in working with the personnel, the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter IX

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter IX

The driver of the Lincoln limo was a man I didn’t recognize from the compound, but then I wasn’t surprised. I circulated among but knew very few of the men and women who constantly flowed in, through and around the Western White House and its grounds. I was so low on...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter X

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter X

I entered the Union Bank Building elevator, the building itself located on the grounds of the Fashion Island shopping center in Newport Beach. The building was just another square high rise but the elevator buttons pointed out one uncommon irregularity. The address I...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XI

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XI

My mind was racing, as I faced the man, my body now only exposing one side to him. I was in San Clemente, California where there was no war, where I was marginally respected for things I had little understanding of, and where I enjoyed my wonderful wife and fantastic...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XII

The din coming from the interior of the party house was deafening. I moved inside, stepping to the left in order to keep my right hand free, and also allow Gularte to be a second target instead of both of us potentially being taken as one. There were about a dozen...