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Redmud
04-13-2005 12:25:20
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Re: practical jokers in reply to old bones, 04-11-2005 18:11:01
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Halloween of 58, in small town U.S.A.
We gathered in front of the courthouse just before midnite to put together our ghastly game plan. The son of our local Ford dealer was in the bunch, he had snatched all the keys to the new cars and trucks and stuck em in the ash trays, then made sure the car lot gate was unlocked, the plan was to park em in driveways all over town, when we arrived at the lot, we noticed the Sheriff was parked across the street, and being the good guy that the Sheriff was, we went on to pilfer'n pickups, and a few cars. I got a new pickup and waved at the Sheriff as I went by, he waved back and was LHAO.{Sheriff drove Chevys}I parked it in the driveway of someone I knew and left the keys in the truck. we gathered back at the courthouse square for our next game plan, Sheriff came over and was still LHAO, he talked a minute or two and never said a word about the cars and trucks. Next morning my Dad got me outta bed early, said the Sheriff wanted me over at the courthouse. First thing I saw when I got there was a new pickup with the roof and hood caved in, it wasn't the one I had pilfered, but I had the feeling I was in deep trouble. As it turned out, the smashed truck was not the real biggie, and wasn't even brought up in my 3rd degree, seems there was a new Thunderbird missing. After getting the 3rd degree all day. And the Sheriff had to call out the posse to get it done, cause there was 25 or 30 of us, I remember the local Barber hammered on me for a while,{no fists just questions} then the guy that ran the truck stop took a turn at me, then the guy that worked at the Lumber yard came in, I didn't get no 3rd degree from him, he was a guitar picker and so was I, we had picked together many times,and even though I had stole a lot of his hot licks, he knew I wasn't no dam car thief, so we talked music. One of my friends said afterwards, that the Chevy dealer questioned him, said the dealer didn't seem to be concerned about the T bird though. After they finished with the 3rd degree, we were told that if the T bird didn't turn up, we would pay, one way or the other. They turned us loose, and we gathered at the Ford dealership to try to figger out who drove that dam T bird, and everyone there swore, that they didn't take no stinking T bird, and didn't have the any idea what the hill happen to it. About two months later the T bird was found in the garage of a local business man. They were from Israel I think, and had gone back to Israel a day or two before Halloween because of sickness, or a death in the family. No one ever did fess up to sticking that stinking T bird in their garage, but one of our local guys, said he remembered 2 guys being in the crowd that he didn't know, said they didn't live there, and it had to be them that dunnit. After the smoke cleared, and things were back to normal, the word was, the Ford dealer made money off that Halloween nite. Seems one or two of the town folk liked the looks of a new Ford setting in their driveway and bought em. {don't know if thats true or not}.. We found out later that the guy that smashed the truck was the son of one of our school teachers, him and his buddy jumped on the top and hood, kicked a few dents in the side.{they were not at the courthouse for the 3rd degree, but the son of the Ford dealer was} Some of the town folk said it wasn't them boys fault that smashed that pickup, said us meanies put em up to it, and we shoulda got 99 years in the lectric chair fur doing it. Now that I think about it, even in the 50's, there were people that didn't take responsibility for their own actions.
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