Ahh Books! & catalogs:

Reminds me of a funny story (I think it was funny, you think what you want.) that happened back when I was 18 years old.

We had a teen bar in Oauzakee county called Marty Zivko's. One weekend I went up there alone (Was coming back alone too, darn it!) and was so broke I could only afford 2 of those watered down "beers".

Nursed the hell out of those 2 bottles to make them last till closing which means most of what was in them probably evaporated faster than I drank them.

At closing time, I jumped in my Renault R8 (It was top rated in Consumers Reports back then.) and started home. I hit the highway and started passing everything in site because I thought the speed limit was 65 (This was 40 years ago folks.) Everybody I passed kept looking at me weird and I couldn't figure it out as I was not driving crazy. A little ways down the road a red light is flashing and I happen to see the speed limit sign which said 40 miles per hour in that stretch (Washington county in Wisconsin must have made a ton of money off guys like me who thought the highway speed is 65 mph going through their turf.), and I knew my butt was burned.

There is much more to this story, but let's get to the jail part after I had spent the night in a third floor lockup with a couple of psychopathic brothers, a major swindler, and about 7 other guys like me. After breakfast (Black coffee with no sugar and a large piece of bread with butter (Remember, this is Wisconsin 40 years ago when you could get hung on the nearest lightpole after having been dragged behind a car for 20 miles if you tried to serve margarine.) slaugthered on it.), they asked us if we wanted to buy anything with the money they had taken from us when they jailed us, and if we had any reading material in our cars (Which had been impounded and were parked behind the jail house.) that we wanted them to bring us to bide the time.

Well, I was pretty pissed off for being jailed for a traffic offense, so I decided to ask for a catalog that I happened to have in the rear window nook that the Renaults had. I told the officer exactly where to find the catalog and to please bring it to me.

The book was 'THE THOMPSON SUBMACHINEGUN CATALOG". To this day, I remember the look on that guys face and I still chuckle about it. By the bye, they claimed they couldn't find the book although it was exactly where I said it would be when I had my bail paid and left until the court date.

Most of the time, I don't like to be the "you-know-what", but sometimes it is just so damn much fun. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

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