The 60's were better- - - - -I was hitch hiking back to college in west Tennessee through a podunk Mississippi town after visiting a girl friend just south of Jackson over a 3 day weekend. Late night, chilly, drizzling rain- - - - -and here comes the local cop! "Git in th' car, kid!" He puled up to the jail- - - -"Git yer azz inside!" Now, this guy could have been a stunt double for Jackie Gleason in Smokey and the Bandit- - - - -beer belly, mirror sunglasses, Chrome .357 Magnum in a Sam Browne belt- - - -the real deal! "Pick out a cell, kid- - - - -they're all empty!" Then he went home- - - -without locking the door. Next morning, he bought me breakfast at the local diner and gave me a ride to the city limits. "The jail bunk is a lot more comfortable than our flea bag motel- - - - -and cheaper!" Nice guys come in all shapes and sizes!
