And Away We Went!

 

Today, while watching Georgia’ s Public TV FORK IN THE ROAD, a Georgia town was mentioned where there is a lot of peanut farming.  I heard of the town and felt I had been there.  I went online to look at a Geogia map.

Looking at various town names I was reminded one town that a bunch of us had a memorable moment in the middle of the night:

That was before expressways. 

We were headed to Daytona after graduation in May `1969..  We got lost someplace in mid to south Georgia.  Some of us  had a few beers on the way down.

We drove through a little town and the kid that had a few beers had to pee.  He asked the driver to pull over.  The driver pulled over on main street in front of a little park.  The drinker could use a tree.

When he was getting back into the car a policeman with a dog on a leash walked by and said something like “Good Morning.”  Then we asked the policeman how to get back on the right road  to take us to Daytona.  He leaned his head in the window and was giving us directions and he suddenly interrupted himself and said, ”Are those beer cans in the floor board?”

We were all under the legal age so the driver started the car and we sped off.  I reminded the driver the  guy peeing was left behind.  We drove around the block and came up behind the policeman and his dog chasing our friend.  We pulled up behind the friend, opened the door and told him to dive in, which he did.

And we fled into the night.

Nevermore.