It pays to be a fisherman

In 1995, my 89 year old mother came to spend what would be her last Christmas
with Jo and me. On Christmas morning we took her to the family get-together at
my oldest daughter's home. My oldest grandsons were about 8 and 9. They
received some toy tattoos that you apply to your skin with water. Sooooo, we
all had "tattoos". I had a scar down the right side of my face, and a bullet
hole in my left cheek with blood dripping from it. My mom had a terrible scar
on her left cheek and *two* bullet holes. Joanne was also scarred and bullet
ridden
On Christmas afternoon, with my mom in the front seat and Jo in the back with
mom's walker and the dog, we headed to Springfield on Rt 202.

I asked mom how fast she had ever travelled in a car and she said 70. There was
no traffic on the road, so I thought I'd show off a little with my Audi S4,
telling mom that we were going 80, then 90, and 100, and finally lifting at 125
and lightly applying the brakes. As I went over a rise in the road, my
Valentine erupted and a Pelham cop painted me on his radar. I pulled over, and
he approaced the car. I already had my license and registration ready. He
didn't ask for them immediately, but stared at us for several seconds. He
finally asked how fast I was going. I admitted to 75. He said 76. Who's to
argue? He asked the speed limit and I replied that nowhere in Pelham is the
speed limit more than 50 mph. Apparently this impressed him, for after
checking for warrants, he let me go with a *verbal* warning. Was it Christmas,
or did he feel sorry for a guy with a scarred up wife and mother?

In 1995, my 89 year old mother came to spend what would be her last Christmas
with Jo and me. On Christmas morning we took her to the family get-together at
my oldest daughter's home. My oldest grandsons were about 8 and 9. They
received some toy tattoos that you apply to your skin with water. Sooooo, we
all had "tattoos". I had a scar down the right side of my face, and a bullet
hole in my left cheek with blood dripping from it. My mom had a terrible scar
on her left cheek and *two* bullet holes. Joanne was also scarred and bullet
ridden
On Christmas afternoon, with my mom in the front seat and Jo in the back with
mom's walker and the dog, we headed to Springfield on Rt 202.

I asked mom how fast she had ever travelled in a car and she said 70. There was
no traffic on the road, so I thought I'd show off a little with my Audi S4,
telling mom that we were going 80, then 90, and 100, and finally lifting at 125
and lightly applying the brakes. As I went over a rise in the road, my
Valentine erupted and a Pelham cop painted me on his radar. I pulled over, and
he approaced the car. I already had my license and registration ready. He
didn't ask for them immediately, but stared at us for several seconds. He
finally asked how fast I was going. I admitted to 75. He said 76. Who's to
argue? He asked the speed limit and I replied that nowhere in Pelham is the
speed limit more than 50 mph. Apparently this impressed him, for after
checking for warrants, he let me go with a *verbal* warning. Was it Christmas,
or did he feel sorry for a guy with a scarred up wife and mother?

Mark Tinsky wrote in
:

This morning I was in traffic court. I waited (waded) thru a
short
list of minor misdemeanors commited by fellow Helanianians
untill it was my turn.

The judge recieted the bare facts of the case doing 70 in a 60
mile zone .
Did you do this?
yes
Waive you right to a lawyer?
yes
DO you plead gulity ?
Yes
He paused for a second ( a big mistake)
I told him I was going fishing and I ws just coming to a
rise
over looking the Missourri River. My eye was immdeiately caught by
a dark cloud of bugs, which I knew to be BWO s; I saw dimples
on the water, my heart sped up and I inadvertently hit the gas,
just as a cop was coming up the other side of the rise with his
radar on....

So you I was speeding and considering the circumstances... could
you
do something about the points?

He said he understood and waived the points, as long as i take him
fishing sometime. True story .

MT


I got pulled over in Scottsville. There's a right turn I make, and the
speed limit within town limits is 35, but after about 3/4 of a mile, the
speed limit goes up to 55.

I made the turn, and proceeded, a little too quickly (around 65) down the
road. I saw a cop right behind me in the rear view, and immediately
slowed, and then he hit me with the lights. I pulled over, rolled down
my window, and waited for him with my hands on the wheel.

He comes over, and asks for my license. With my hands still on the
wheel, I told him my wallet was in my left back pocket, and let him know
I was going to reach for it. While doing that, I left my right hand on
the wheel. He asked me what I was doing in town, and I told him I was
enjoying their streams that day. He asked me if there was anything wrong
with my license before he ran it, and I told him there was nothing wrong
with it except that I'm not real photogenic. He went back to his car,
ran my license, came back, said "The Town Fathers would appreciate it if
you slowed down," and walked away! Remember, I was going 65 in a 35. I
couldn't believe it.