Today on Church Street we walked into a Flower Shop that used
to be the library many years ago. After
a few greetings the owner said, “James told me y’all were coming, which of you
had a policeman father?”
I did.
He said his father was a cop too. I asked his name.
“John Hood.”
I think my heart skipped a beat and my eye doubled focused.
In early June 1960, Patrolman
John Hood just finished eating dinner and got into his patrol car and drove
off. They lived on Roswell Road near
where now the Marietta Parkway crosses Roswell Road. John Hood hit head on with a drag race in
progress. Apparently, he forgot to turn
on his head lights.
John Hood and one of the racers, my good friend Jenky
Latimer, were killed instantly.
I was with them about 20 minutes before but I had to leave
to go home to get some sleep for my job sacking groceries at the Big Apple Grocery
Store the next morning.
The florist was 2 years old and had 7 older siblings when his father John Hood was killed that night.
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