I recently received a video of a Home Invasion-
Trespassing incident in Key West, FL that featured my long-time friend, Miss Bond. Her real first name is Adrianne, most of her friends know her as, Tooty. Although the name Tooty fits her perky personality, I call her Miss Bond because that name better fits the aristocratic Scottish heritage I imagine she has.
The video was one of a series: Florida Cop-Cam.
I don’t suppose anyone tries-out for a part in Florida Cop-Cam. Even so, I characterize her performance as a video-tape debut of her natural theatrical presence.
The beginning begins with the usual elbows, arms, fast movement and random framing. then pulls back to reveal Miss Bond emerging from the side door of her house. She walks calmly toward the cop-cam clad in aquamarine sun dress, and a loosely held cigarette trailing smoky ambiance.
She is followed by a half-naked lumpish young fellow coming out the same door.
“You know this guy”? No, he just walked into my kitchen, then into my dining room”. Miss Bond’s remark seems more bemused than alarmed. It’s alarming enough for the cop,who directs the suspect, “Down on the ground hands behind your back”.
Thus ends the dramatic part of the video.
The cops ask Miss Bond if she wants to prefer charges. She looks aside, flicking ash, asking, ”should I”? “That’s for you to decide”, says the cop. Mysteriously distracted, Miss Bond says, “I have to make a phone call?, and walks back to her house.
The cops continue their investigative interrogation with the neighbors.
The whacked-out intruder apparently invaded several enclosed yards, hopped on parked cars, and tore loose a storm shutter, before walking into Miss Bond’s kitchen.
The rest of the video follows the cuffed suspect to preliminary phycological diagnosis & incarceration. He’s finally sentenced to 6 days in jail, 12 months’ probation, and a $258 fine.
Some may wonder why Miss Bond left her door not only unlocked, but completely open.
I didn’t wonder about it at all. It’s her nature.
A few years ago a young colorfully plumed rooster walked through her open door and was welcomed to stay as long as he wished. Months passed. The rooster roamed from kitchen to yard as he pleased. One day a hawk swooped down and the rooster was killed.
Miss Bond was sad, but what action could she have taken that would have prevented the tragedy? Kept the rooster in a cage? The rooster wouldn’t have wanted that and Miss Bond wouldn’t have wanted that either.
Her lifetime commitment to openness and individual freedom wasn’t comfortable with interference.
I doubt she’s ever put it quite that way, to herself, or anyone else.
Instead of stating her commitment, she lives it. Some of that shows in her noncommittal response to the question of pressing charges.
Miss Bond doesn’t like interference. I think that’s the main reason she moved to the laissez-faire, live-and-let-live, isle of Key West.
It also explains my notion that Miss Bond’s personality stems from aristocratic heritage. Openness and individual freedom are serious matters to noble outlook, so too, is attentive but unworried regard for price, outcome, or appearance.
Money has little to do with aristocratic sensibility, but attitude does. The aristocratic attitude recognizes both the worth of others and the value of personal sovereignty.
I may only imagine aristocratic heritage. Miss Bond’s every stance says otherwise.
At one point on the video, one of the cops refers to her, in her absence, as, “the old lady” When Miss Bond hears this remark in later review of the video, she says, “The nerve”!
I agree. At age 77, Miss Bond is as elegantly slim as she was at age 20.
I tried to take a still picture from the video to end the essay. I failed in this because my rude grasp of digital manipulation wasn’t up to the doing. In place of that I’ve substituted a photo from long ago.
It’s not current, but it is perennial.
Miss Bond at her sassy best in the early sixties.