TED BUNDY AS I “KNEW” HIM
Of course, I never met Ted Bundy, thank God. It does seem that I have known him, though, for these past decades. How can you not feel you know him, when they show those pictures, and he’s staring into your eyes with that lovely grin, those perfectly placed laugh lines, the hair just as it should be? How can you not imagine that with his his good looks, his casual stance, you would not immediately be attracted to him.
The journalists ask, in practiced, earnest tones, “What is the fascination?
Have you seen him?
(I did live in Glenwood Springs, and worked up in Aspen after he was there and escaped from the Pitkin County and Garfield County Sheriff’s offices. He hid in the basement of the Hotel Colorado before leaving the valley. Always gave me chills to go down there)