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12/31/89
I read Valerie's book and there's an interesting story in it from 1989.
(Valerie Bertinelli – Losing It) – Valerie tells the story about how her father cracked Ed’s jaw.
It was New Years Eve and we had spent it at the beach with my parents. Ed was drinking Jägermeister’s and getting progressively drunker and angrier for no apparent reason. Pissed off at everyone, he decided that he wanted to leave. Everyone knew that he was too wasted to drive-everyone that is, except for Ed. As he got up, I grabbed the car keys, and the two of us tussled as he tried to pry them from my hands. My dad stepped forward and yelled at Ed to take his hands off me.
“Daddy, I’m OK,” I said.
“Stop it Ed, “my dad ordered.
“Daddy, he’s not hurting me, “ I said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to hide the keys.”
Suddenly Ed lunged for the keys though it appeared he was going for me, and boom, he collided with my dad’s fist. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. My dad had been imploring him to stop, stop, stop, but then he threw a right that landed squarely on Ed’s cheek. My dad had boxed as a younger man and knew what he was doing when he threw a punch. Later, Ed got over the sting, he blew his nose, and the whole side of his face blew up. His cheekbone was cracked.
I took him to the emergency room. After examining him and hearing an explanation of what had happened, the doctor told Ed that he’d be all right physically, but added, “You might want to check yourself in someplace and get some help.”
I read Valerie's book and there's an interesting story in it from 1989.
(Valerie Bertinelli – Losing It) – Valerie tells the story about how her father cracked Ed’s jaw.
It was New Years Eve and we had spent it at the beach with my parents. Ed was drinking Jägermeister’s and getting progressively drunker and angrier for no apparent reason. Pissed off at everyone, he decided that he wanted to leave. Everyone knew that he was too wasted to drive-everyone that is, except for Ed. As he got up, I grabbed the car keys, and the two of us tussled as he tried to pry them from my hands. My dad stepped forward and yelled at Ed to take his hands off me.
“Daddy, I’m OK,” I said.
“Stop it Ed, “my dad ordered.
“Daddy, he’s not hurting me, “ I said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to hide the keys.”
Suddenly Ed lunged for the keys though it appeared he was going for me, and boom, he collided with my dad’s fist. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. My dad had been imploring him to stop, stop, stop, but then he threw a right that landed squarely on Ed’s cheek. My dad had boxed as a younger man and knew what he was doing when he threw a punch. Later, Ed got over the sting, he blew his nose, and the whole side of his face blew up. His cheekbone was cracked.
I took him to the emergency room. After examining him and hearing an explanation of what had happened, the doctor told Ed that he’d be all right physically, but added, “You might want to check yourself in someplace and get some help.”
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