Chapter Four
Time: 1976 – Panama City
Around 1800 that evening, I called Dana. She answered on the second ring. “Hi. Do you have a date for this evening?”
“Where are you?” she inquired.
“Mentally, I’m with you, but physically, I am at the Panamanian Hotel in downtown Panama City.”
“Let me meet you there. I’m going to treat you to dinner for a change. I will be there within the hour.”
I went back into the bar and had another drink. On my last visit to the hotel, I made friends with one of the hotel clerks. I walked up to the counter. I asked him what my chances would be in getting a room for about one hour. I needed a shower and a change of clothing. He said they had a room for just that kind of need. Since I had been a guest previously, the room was on the house.
After a shower and
