Today I’m holding forth at Writing Wranglers and Warriors about my near-arrest for preparing to burgle.
Writing Wranglers and Warriors
Posted by Kathy Waller
Driving around my hometown the other day, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a sheriff’s department patrol car, right behind me, with a flashing lightbar on top.
I’m not accustomed to that kind of thing, not on a street I’ve always considered mine.
I’ve been pulled over by DPS officers on the highway. Twice, I think, for mild speeding, twice for an expired inspection sticker. I consider that a pretty good record for a person who’s been driving since she was ten.
I’m a good girl, I am.
If any of those officers had known how old I was when I first soloed, they probably would have ticketed me retroactively. But I was just one of several pre-teen drivers in my town. No one thought a thing about it. Our parents taught us well, and they limited our range to the business district: grocery store, post office…
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