In mid-October, in response to some woman related Trump foolishness, I posted the following to my Facebook page,
“While playing pool with my new wife in a small Southwestern Minnesota bar in 1969, I heard what sounded like a small caliber gunshot behind me. I quickly turned around to see a local cowboy limping out the door and my new wife glaring after him with the small end of a pool cue clutched in her hands.
According to her, he had attempted to grab a feel & she had cracked his shins with the heavy end of the pool cue.
I’m a firm believer in self-defense training, particularly for women. Nothing quite beats physical pain to dissuade a predator.
A swift blow to the groin from an intended victim would do wonders for Mr. Trump.”
The incident had never been previously disclosed. Our kids, now adult parents themselves, did not know about it. My wife had been and still was embarrassed about it.
I did not have her permission to disclose it, however it was also my story, and in light of all the very public Trump nonsense circulating at the time, I thought it needed to be talked about.
My wife got a lot of very nice comments from her senior citizen female friends which I'm sure helped her get over her embarrassment.
There are, however, a couple of important points I need to make.
First, she had no reason to be embarrassed. She had been assaulted and she responded appropriately.
Further, she may have saved me from serious injury. I would like to think I could have handled the situation, however as my once high school wrestler son remarked, “Dad, you are not a street fighter. You could have gotten hurt”. Thanks to her quick action with a pool cue, we will never know. I was and am very grateful, and I have told her so.
