I like to eat ... and I'm too skeered to steal ... and too lazy to work.
No, actually I've posted this someplace before ... and saved it, but I've told this story more'n once in the last 30 years ....
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way back, when I was maybe 7 or 6 year old, I was at my grandparent's farm for part of the summer (
like many summers, I spent weeks at a time down there) and one of my mother's younger brothers who had just gotten out of the Air Force had been out all night (
I was ariding my bike, a red 24" J.C.Higgins with headlight ... around the upper yard) and suddenly he (
my uncle) come up the road in his shiney black '47 Chevrolet Delux 2 dr sedan (
with big shiney visor across the top of the windshield) and turned in betwixt the pines and slud to a stop and bailed out and run down to the house, and after a moment or two, this dark haired beauty (
that'd be a "girl", a "full growed one" too she was) arose up out of the back seat and leaned over the front seat and opened the door and stepped out wearing only a slip and bra (
W:shock:W) and I just stood there about 50 feet away, all agape like, and she rubbed her eyes as if just waking up and asked me where my uncle (
she used his name) went and then before I could answer, here come a shiney two tone blue and gray early '60s Ford full size trooper car (
it had "STATE" and "POLICE" decals and a big long whip antenna and a little red light on top) and it too turned in betwixt the pines and slud to a stop in the dirt almost beside the '47 and this man dressed in a sharp outfit wearing a stetson and leather and gun on a long swivel holster got out and he just stopped in his tracks when he spied the girl and he looked at her, looked at her some more and she just stood there, then he asked me where my uncle (
he also used his real name, musta knowed him) went, while still looking at her some more and then the trooper went to the house and knocked on the door and my grandma who was out on the kitchen porch churning butter went in the kitchen door and come to the front door (
I could see this from my angle as the kitchen door was off to the side of the house on twards the back) and answered the front door and the trooper told her who he was a looking for and she said he weren't home all night (she didn't know he was home now as you couldn't see that part of the yard from the kitchen porch) and the trooper pointed out the car and grandma leaned down so as to see out under to porch roof overhang up across the yard and saw the '47 and girl (
and probably me on my bike) and she invited the trooper in and hollored up stars to my uncle (
she used his name too, but she knowed him all his life) who had crawled in bed like he was asleeping (hahaha) and told him to come down NOW and he did and he went to the trooper car with the trooper and got some papers and stuff and after awhile, he went back in the house and the trooper left and the girl had already crawled back into the '47 and pulled a dress over her head and put on lipstick and done her hair in the visor mirror (
this was back when girls cared how they looked) and I thought then and there ...
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Man, that looks like fun! And for the most part,
it has been.
(
PS ... "rest of the story" ... my uncle's driver's license had expired while he was in the Air Force as had the tags on the '47 and he hadn't renewed them since getting out {and there was some shine in the trunk too, not much, but more'n a gallon I'm told, but trooper never knew that that day} and that's {dead tags and just knowed OL was expired} what the trooper turned on him for just up the road from the farm, and in later years I learned the trooper's name and he and my uncle got to be good friends, both still living, both retired now ... thank you for asking.)