Today, I thought I'd share a story (or two) about my uncle. I tried to load a picture I had taken yesterday, but apparently Blogger doesn't want you to see it.
If we're FB friends, you might have already seen the first one. The second, I probably should tell - or admit that he's my uncle - but I'm going to anyway. LOL
We were watching the news the other night and they were talking about the terrible drug war in Mexico. From out of the corner of the room, I hear, "Your Uncle Larry spent a night in a Mexican jail once."
I whip my head around so I'm facing him and said, "No, you didn't?"
My mom (his sister) and his wife start nodding their heads and he's grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, I did."
"hehehe...for cheering for the bull. We damn near started a riot."
Today, I found out he also spent a weekend in a county jail in Kentucky. Believe it or not, my uncle spent years and years and years in law enforcement. LOL But this was back when he was young and really stupid.
He got caught driving under the influence on his way back to Fort Knox. They threw him in the county jail early one Saturday morning. And he didn't see anyone again until Monday morning!! Whoever was supposed to come in and feed him over the weekend, never showed. LMAO
Needless to say, the judge let him go and squared everything with his commanding officer at Fort Knox to get the AWOL charges dropped too.
All day, every day, is one story after another like that. That's why I always have my tape recorder at the ready. You never know when a gem of a story is going to get told.
Have a great day!!
Peace and love,