I Shoulda Been a Cop

When Mike came home from the Army, he stayed with Mom and Dad for a while. I had a mobile home out in their pasture and lived next door to them. One night Mike went out with some buddies and had, well, a little too much, umm, to drink. (This is before he was saved, folks!!:)) I don't know if Mike ever had a desire to be a cop, but he decided that night that he could be one. There used to be a restaurant named Kickapoo at the corner of Hwy 80 (Texas) and Benton Rd. There were 4 lanes on both roads and on a Friday or Saturday night, there was a good bit of traffic - Hwy 80 was called the Bossier Strip back then. Mike got right out in the middle of the intersection and began directing traffic - he was fairly good at it - he waited for the lights to turn to tell the drivers to stop or go - and sometimes, he was right!!! I think this might have been the night Dad had to go "get" him! It was also the night he lost Dad's car. I think it took driving around Bossier a little while to find it - but it was safe and sound. Listen, Dad was grateful!!! Boy, we laughed about that one for a long time.

Lynn