As my octogenarianism grows into its fifth year, my mind continues to wonder as I wander.
Or could it be that my mind wanders as I wonder?
II said earlier that I didn’t have a collision with another car until I was an experienced driver.
I hit the other car in the right rear fender. After skidding along the street, she drove back to near my car. No cellphones, but someone in the neighborhood called it in. The police took statements, we exchanged insurance info, and ironically had the same insurance agent. I was given a ticket for failure to yield. Based on over 100 ft. of skid marks after the impact point, she got a ticket for speeding. My day in court is another story.
Well – OK, then – the court story.
I’m not sure how I got the time off from my Army duties, but I wore my Class-A khaki uniform to court. At my turn in front of the bench, the judge said, “Army huh.”
He read the charges and asked me to explain. In those days, I usually had my Cannon 35mm wherever I went, so I had several photos to show in court.
He asked the patrolman to explain the charge and situation he’d responded to. His report duplicated my explanation.
The judge repeated his, “Army huh.” Then added, “Where?”
I said, “I work at Two Rock Ranch, sir.”1The facility is now a US Coast Guard station.
To which he said, “Work! I go to the officers’ club out there. No one out there works. Charge of failure to yield, causing an accident is dismissed, but you are assessed $7.00 in court costs.”
I wanted to ask if he had an association with the Army Security Agency other than going to the officers’ club. Perhaps he retired from the Agency, or…