Tuesday, March 07, 2006

This is creepy

Tonight, I went to a Republican caucus. For those of you who are Democrats, I think you would consider that creepy enough and stop reading. However, that is not the purpose of this post.

Anyways, one person and I went to this bar to discuss politics - which I like to discuss. So we eventually came down to Ted Bundy.

Ted Bundy was once quite an active Republican. No, he was not a conservative one. You see, back in the 1970's and before, there was a very active liberal element in the Republican party. Now, that element is gone today, but at that time, there was a struggle between liberals and conservatives in the party. Ted Bundy was one of the liberals.

I had brought up a legend about how Ted Bundy was the very first person to drive the entire distance of the North Cascades Highway - as Dan Evans' honorary chauffer (Dan Evans was governor at that time). The North Cascades highway is quite scenic, so this was quite an honor. The bartender was a woman who suddenly looked at us, and had a story to tell us.

It turns out that in the 1970's, she had met him. Except she was a teenager then. She was going to hitch-hike to Tacoma from Seattle. So she put her thumb out, and there was a man in a brown VW bug.

There were no seats, baring the driver's seat. So she had to sit on a crate. He was quite handsome, intelligent, and very charming. And his name was Ted. He drove her down to Tacoma - where his family was. And he kept asking her, over and over again, if she was comfortable with her coat on - like she should take it off. She refused. Also, as they were going down I5, he lit up a joint - while he was driving - and offered her a toke (she mentioned she did not smoke pot). Actually, it is my understanding that in those days a lot of people lit up while driving - there's a reason why there is an ashtray in the car.

In any case, he dropped her off, and left. She told me how she did not realize it was him - until she read the biography of Ted Bundy. About how he picked up young teenagers. And how she realized she was a potential victim - but did not fit the perfect victim's profile. The author of the book (she had to get it autographed) said a lot of women who would fit that profile would also mention that they were potential victims, too, and wanted the book signed.

Although I was eight when he was finally locked up, I have a bit of a Bundy connection. When I lived at Central Washington University, in Ellensburg, I lived in one of the very closest dorm rooms (actually, an apartment - but without a kitchen) to "Bundy Bridge", a darkened bridge where one of his victims was found - dead. For two years, I slept no more than ten yards from that very spot.

Stuff like this kinda gives you the creeps, huh?