Jerry arrived with a plan, the only change from his marijuana smuggling would be the type of plane and the idea of how to refuel in air using fuel barrels. He would use his old ground crew, take the cocaine from east Tennessee to south Florida by cars, to be picked up by the Colombians.
Humberto Herrera would line up the cocaine contracts and Jerry would receive a cool $2 million per flight. Jerry used an old friend, Harold Ward, to be his sidekick. Ward, a car thief from Atlanta, called Jerry “Slim,” because of his slender build. The two lived together in Medellin, drank together, and nearly died together when Jerry, in an attempt to hide from the Florida radar, almost crashed into the mast of a large sailboat.
Jerry was provided a beautiful Medellin house, complete with bodyguards, and all the women he desired. But the women part changed when he met a beautiful woman who was an interpreter for an international oil company. Though he had no intention of getting married, she because his steady for the time he was in Colombia. Even when he moved to Fort Lauderdale, she would visit him.
I don’t know where she is today, nor did Jerry when he was alive. I decided not to use her real name in the book, but I have discussed some of their adventures.