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9/20/2013 10:13:00 AM
Motorcycles and Babes
By Bob Penick

Last week we considered something that Francis Schaeffer said in his book How Should We Then Live published in 1976. He affirmed that history reveals that the Bible is the only base for people to build on that will produce a reasonable and just society. He offers a good deal of evidence for this conclusion. He notes that even unbelieving scientists of the past understood and acted on that principle.

There is an abundance of evidence about what happens when you adopt and act upon any other world view. For example, take what happened to Edward Mortenson. This chap was born in Norway in 1897. As he grew up he learned to be a baker and eventually came to own his own bakery. Ed got married and had three children before developing a rowdy lust for fast motorcycles and women. So, in 1923 he left his family and came to the United States. While working briefly in this country as a baker, Ed became known as a sort of Norwegian Don Juan dough-boy. Ed was a handsome fellow. Some thought he looked like the movie star Clark Gable with a Norwegian accent, and the girls went wild over him.

Yes, Ed loved the Babes, but he also loved riding his motorcycle, and he left a trail of pie crusts, cookie crumbles and broken hearts across the country. Gladys sustained one of those. Ed never hid his past from Gladys, but she thought he might finally settle down with her. When she told Ed that she was pregnant and suggested getting married and providing a good home for their child, Ed spoke not a word. He just climbed onto his motorcycle and vanished from sight. Gladys never saw Ed again. Resuming his custom of rejecting responsibility, and this time leaving another child that he would never see, Ed continued to Wow the ladies, but he always ended the affairs by mounting his steed and riding off into the sunset.

On June 18, 1929, Ed was blazing a trail down some road in Ohio when he decided to pass a car.

Half-way through the pass he met a Hudson sedan going the other way. The head-on collision left him broken and paralyzed in a nearby hospital where he died. After leaving a long trail of tearful women, this once handsome fellow was buried in a pauper's grave in Youngstown, Ohio and forgotten. His child, his precious little daughter, would be forced to walk the road of life alone and shuffle from one place to another before growing up and becoming one of those Babes her daddy would have 10ved .... Marylyn Monroe ... but, that's another story.

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