"Gus was on his own property, which was in Missouri situated in an area known as "the Heart of the Ozarks." It was a 960 acre section and a half of la...d that had been in his family for more than 80 years. The land had mostly wood covered hills, three or four small streams, one large lake and several grassy meadows.He moved easily through the trees and brush for a man that was 6'2; Gus was as quiet and stealthy as a mountain lion on the hunt. His tracking skills and movement through the woods. Even though I was miserable, unhappy, and really didn't like the life that I was living, I didn't want the reputation of "that guy" who was messing around with teenage girls.We all know the reputation that older guys have in society, and that was not something I wanted to deal with. Especially considering my job, my status in the community, the things I was involved in, and the fact that I worked around people all the time.So I just figured it was a one-off thing, I was going to avoid it, not. The most-recent bean-ball incident had succeeded in once again messing up my mind.Sandy had decided to come to the game, even though we both knew I probably wouldn't play. After taking my cuts in batting practice, I motioned to her in the stands to come down to the edge of the field to talk to me. By now, Sandy was a familiar figure to the senior usher who guarded the steps that approached the Orioles' dugout. He offered no resistance."You were hitting the ball OK, there," Sandy observed."Yeah.. I had initially intended to complain about being tagged for the room charges since I wouldn’t have been late if the clerk had done his job right, but after hearing his last comment, especially since I had remained civil the entire time, I wanted his hide nailed to the barn wall!“Hello, Mr. Simpson” I said in my best command voice “This is Col CT M********** and I have a couple of beefs with your establishment.”“I am sorry to hear that Colonel” Mr. Simpson said and in the background I could hear.