| 3.10-3 The Police Station to San Juan International Airport to El Portal del Condado and back to San Juan International Airport Monday Morning to Tuesday Morning March 25th - 26th, 1991 |
Being locked naked in the cage all morning did not bother the spirit at all. Indeed he
wanted out to be on his way to the concert again but while incarcerated he was still
happy and having fun. He used the various sized bars of the cell to play music on
while entertaining Carlos, one of the officers who was assigned to observe him,
which he did often and with great interest. When Carlos was away he'd call out
Carlos' name for him to come back. He requested Carlos to call his friend
Magdalena Maria, the captain at his previous police station. He insisted that she
would explain everything to them and that she would tell them it was O.K. to let me
go. In fact, she would probably come to the station and take him to the airport and
see him off to Miami herself. Nobody ever made a call to her.
After several hours, another guard brought me a pair of worn out jeans to try on.
They were a perfect fit. So perfect in fact that all of the policemen in the station had
to come and check it out for themselves. Apparently the pants belonged to my
watchful guard, Carlos. Even Carlos was surprised. Another officer quizzed the
spirit as to the whereabouts of his own clothes.
"My shorts are in a tree near where you guys picked me up this morning and my shirt
and shoes are on a boat in the Marina," he answers matter of factly. "I hung my
shorts in the tree to dry because they were wet and they were making me cold."
"And where are you going?", the officer asks.
"I am going to Miami, to Joe Roby Stadium for a big concert."
After some more waiting they finally opened the jail cell and walked the spirit to the
back of a police car. The first stop was a government housing complex (a Caserio).
The place was a disaster area and it was unbelievable that humans lived there. The
officers spoke with a lady with several kids for several minutes. They returned to the
car and drove to another housing complex. Again it was some sort of family dispute
which they attempted to resolve. They returned to the car and drove to the
intersection where they had picked the spirit up last night. He opens the back door,
runs merrily to the tree in which he hung his shorts, retrieves them, and returns to
the car. They laugh and joke amongst themselves as he puts his dry shorts back on.
Next they drive into the marina where the spirit had been the night before and they
talk to some of the people that are around. Sitting in the middle of the lagoon is the
boat he tried to maneuver to Miami last night. One of the fellows brings him his shirt
and shoes and he returns to the car with the officers. All redressed, the officers
drive him into the entrance of San Juan International Airport and drop him off at the
main terminal. He's free to be on his way to Miami once again.
As he heads into the terminal he stops and say hello to Ruth who proudly is still
watching after my wallet. He leaves her to go visit the fellows at Virgin Air. Once
again Juan is on duty. He relates the adventures of yesterday to Juan who listens
with awe to each word. After talking with Juan he heads over to the phones and
makes some calls.
After a short while however he is spotted by none other than the police. Fortunately
the officers today are not the ones from yesterday. They only cuff him, take him
down to the holding cell, and after several hours of sleep they put him in a police car
and, as usual drive him not to a waiting plane as he expects but instead to the
Condado district of San Juan. As night fell once more, they again drive up in front of
the El Portel hotel and drop him off.
Upon leaving the police car he heads with a passion straight into the hotel lobby and
asks the manager for the key to the van. The manager hands him the key, he
thanks him, and he heads out the front door look for the parked van. Recalling the
direction in which Arier walked out to the van several nights ago, he heads off toward
the direction of the Gay Teen Club.
He meets some teens waiting for a ride and he asks for their help in searching for
the parked van. He heads off in one direction running while they head off to look in
the other direction. Three quarters of the way around the block he finds the van.
Arier, in his great wisdom, had parked it right next to the police station. No wonder
nothing was taken from the van even though the back door had not been locked. He
hopped into the van, turned the ignition key, and drove around the corner to the
hotel to pick up the teens who were searching for the van in the other direction so he
could bring them to Miami with him. He parks the van just past the Gay Teen Club,
gets out and begins to talk to the teens about going to Miami with him. Just then the
ride they were waiting on arrived. They bid goodbye and headed on out into the
night.
Just then two men get out of a van from in front of the El Portal hotel and begin
walking toward him. I notice the sign on the van reads "Budget Rent-a-car". One of
the fellows approaches him and asks him for the keys to his van. He looks at them
with disgust and says “No”. They tell him they have come to take the van back.
He turns away from them, returns to the waiting van with it’s drivers door wide open,
ignites the engine, and speeds wildly off down the congested Condado streets with
the Budget Rent-a-car men following behind him.
I watched in awe as he drove the van on either side of the street at will. Once again
it was beautiful and awesome to witness. He stops the van in the middle of the street
in front of a crowded disco, hops into the back of the van, and changes my clothes.
He chooses to wear my long silk baggy pants with my bright sky blue shirt glittering
with threads of gold.
He opens the large side door and begins to talk with some of the waiting people in
the crowd. Once again he invites anyone who wishes to go to Miami to come with
him. After waiting several minutes no one accepts the offer. So he heads off down
the road. Where to he was heading I did not know. So off to sleep I go. The next
thing I recall is looking in the side mirror and seeing the Budget Rent-a-car van
behind us and we are now at the San Juan International Airport terminal. Mind you,
I, Kory, had and still have no conscious clue how to drive from the Condado area of
San Juan to the airport.
We hop out of the van leaving the driver’s side door wide open, walk to the rear, and
kindly hand the keys to the gentlemen from Budget. We walk into the airport
terminal in search of a flight to Miami. The remainder of the night is vague and
causes a bit of confusion to me now which I will explain later on. I figure I again was
taken to the holding cell where I slept through the night. I do know, however, that I
awaken the next morning once again in the hands of the airport police.
wanted out to be on his way to the concert again but while incarcerated he was still
happy and having fun. He used the various sized bars of the cell to play music on
while entertaining Carlos, one of the officers who was assigned to observe him,
which he did often and with great interest. When Carlos was away he'd call out
Carlos' name for him to come back. He requested Carlos to call his friend
Magdalena Maria, the captain at his previous police station. He insisted that she
would explain everything to them and that she would tell them it was O.K. to let me
go. In fact, she would probably come to the station and take him to the airport and
see him off to Miami herself. Nobody ever made a call to her.
After several hours, another guard brought me a pair of worn out jeans to try on.
They were a perfect fit. So perfect in fact that all of the policemen in the station had
to come and check it out for themselves. Apparently the pants belonged to my
watchful guard, Carlos. Even Carlos was surprised. Another officer quizzed the
spirit as to the whereabouts of his own clothes.
"My shorts are in a tree near where you guys picked me up this morning and my shirt
and shoes are on a boat in the Marina," he answers matter of factly. "I hung my
shorts in the tree to dry because they were wet and they were making me cold."
"And where are you going?", the officer asks.
"I am going to Miami, to Joe Roby Stadium for a big concert."
After some more waiting they finally opened the jail cell and walked the spirit to the
back of a police car. The first stop was a government housing complex (a Caserio).
The place was a disaster area and it was unbelievable that humans lived there. The
officers spoke with a lady with several kids for several minutes. They returned to the
car and drove to another housing complex. Again it was some sort of family dispute
which they attempted to resolve. They returned to the car and drove to the
intersection where they had picked the spirit up last night. He opens the back door,
runs merrily to the tree in which he hung his shorts, retrieves them, and returns to
the car. They laugh and joke amongst themselves as he puts his dry shorts back on.
Next they drive into the marina where the spirit had been the night before and they
talk to some of the people that are around. Sitting in the middle of the lagoon is the
boat he tried to maneuver to Miami last night. One of the fellows brings him his shirt
and shoes and he returns to the car with the officers. All redressed, the officers
drive him into the entrance of San Juan International Airport and drop him off at the
main terminal. He's free to be on his way to Miami once again.
As he heads into the terminal he stops and say hello to Ruth who proudly is still
watching after my wallet. He leaves her to go visit the fellows at Virgin Air. Once
again Juan is on duty. He relates the adventures of yesterday to Juan who listens
with awe to each word. After talking with Juan he heads over to the phones and
makes some calls.
After a short while however he is spotted by none other than the police. Fortunately
the officers today are not the ones from yesterday. They only cuff him, take him
down to the holding cell, and after several hours of sleep they put him in a police car
and, as usual drive him not to a waiting plane as he expects but instead to the
Condado district of San Juan. As night fell once more, they again drive up in front of
the El Portel hotel and drop him off.
Upon leaving the police car he heads with a passion straight into the hotel lobby and
asks the manager for the key to the van. The manager hands him the key, he
thanks him, and he heads out the front door look for the parked van. Recalling the
direction in which Arier walked out to the van several nights ago, he heads off toward
the direction of the Gay Teen Club.
He meets some teens waiting for a ride and he asks for their help in searching for
the parked van. He heads off in one direction running while they head off to look in
the other direction. Three quarters of the way around the block he finds the van.
Arier, in his great wisdom, had parked it right next to the police station. No wonder
nothing was taken from the van even though the back door had not been locked. He
hopped into the van, turned the ignition key, and drove around the corner to the
hotel to pick up the teens who were searching for the van in the other direction so he
could bring them to Miami with him. He parks the van just past the Gay Teen Club,
gets out and begins to talk to the teens about going to Miami with him. Just then the
ride they were waiting on arrived. They bid goodbye and headed on out into the
night.
Just then two men get out of a van from in front of the El Portal hotel and begin
walking toward him. I notice the sign on the van reads "Budget Rent-a-car". One of
the fellows approaches him and asks him for the keys to his van. He looks at them
with disgust and says “No”. They tell him they have come to take the van back.
He turns away from them, returns to the waiting van with it’s drivers door wide open,
ignites the engine, and speeds wildly off down the congested Condado streets with
the Budget Rent-a-car men following behind him.
I watched in awe as he drove the van on either side of the street at will. Once again
it was beautiful and awesome to witness. He stops the van in the middle of the street
in front of a crowded disco, hops into the back of the van, and changes my clothes.
He chooses to wear my long silk baggy pants with my bright sky blue shirt glittering
with threads of gold.
He opens the large side door and begins to talk with some of the waiting people in
the crowd. Once again he invites anyone who wishes to go to Miami to come with
him. After waiting several minutes no one accepts the offer. So he heads off down
the road. Where to he was heading I did not know. So off to sleep I go. The next
thing I recall is looking in the side mirror and seeing the Budget Rent-a-car van
behind us and we are now at the San Juan International Airport terminal. Mind you,
I, Kory, had and still have no conscious clue how to drive from the Condado area of
San Juan to the airport.
We hop out of the van leaving the driver’s side door wide open, walk to the rear, and
kindly hand the keys to the gentlemen from Budget. We walk into the airport
terminal in search of a flight to Miami. The remainder of the night is vague and
causes a bit of confusion to me now which I will explain later on. I figure I again was
taken to the holding cell where I slept through the night. I do know, however, that I
awaken the next morning once again in the hands of the airport police.
World Turned Upside Down
My Days in San Juan de Puerto Rico (or is that Puerto Rico de San Juan?)
Music - REM - Losing My Religion
Music - Losing My
Religion by REM
Religion by REM