Goose
Well-known Member
I didn't want to hijack another thread, and I certainly don't want to make light of the shooting, but I gotta tell this.
On TV, they showed a beautiful aerial or satellite photo of the drawbridge over the St. John River in downtown Jacksonville. It brought back memories. Therein lies a story.
When I was going to school at NAS Jax, one Saturday afternoon a buddy and I were driving around, with him driving his car with a suspended license. We just started across the bridge when we met a night cop from Orange Park who knew my buddy and knew his license was suspended. We saw his brake lights come on. By the time the cop pulled us over on the other side of the bridge, I was driving. We'd swapped drivers while crossing the bridge at 40 mph.
The cop was OK, though. When he walked up to the car and saw me behind the wheel, he grinned, said, "Nice trick", and walked back to his car.
I never did figure out why that cop put up with us guys like he did. Many times he chose to look the other way when he could have locked us up. One time he followed me home to be sure I made it OK when even I wouldn't have blamed him if he'd have thrown me in the drunk tank.
On TV, they showed a beautiful aerial or satellite photo of the drawbridge over the St. John River in downtown Jacksonville. It brought back memories. Therein lies a story.
When I was going to school at NAS Jax, one Saturday afternoon a buddy and I were driving around, with him driving his car with a suspended license. We just started across the bridge when we met a night cop from Orange Park who knew my buddy and knew his license was suspended. We saw his brake lights come on. By the time the cop pulled us over on the other side of the bridge, I was driving. We'd swapped drivers while crossing the bridge at 40 mph.
The cop was OK, though. When he walked up to the car and saw me behind the wheel, he grinned, said, "Nice trick", and walked back to his car.
I never did figure out why that cop put up with us guys like he did. Many times he chose to look the other way when he could have locked us up. One time he followed me home to be sure I made it OK when even I wouldn't have blamed him if he'd have thrown me in the drunk tank.