Last night I didnt sign off because my fellings were hurt. You see I like to wash dishes and I was fired. It seems I am so damn old that I dont do a good job any more. It is official . I am too damn worthless now for dish washing. Talk about being all washed up. So be it. What I really want to talk about is a man named Tomcat Palmer the county thief of Pulaski County. I wont tell the state as he may have kin I never knew of. His name came to mind after reading all the arrests for thievery around coffee co. Alabama. Now Pulaski Co. was small and the Sheriff Bob Jones was a force of one. He knew every one of its 5,400 odd people. Some like Tomcat were really odd. Bob was on duty 24/7 so he and I were both in uniform sucking down a few brews while I was home from Nam on leave in the winter of 67. We were laughing and remembering how He would bust my ass literally for driving and drinking at 16 years. How he would send me home for another ass whipping. No ticket necessary. We were just getting to how are you stage , when tom cat walked in and was nabbed by Bob. Now Tomcat was so fat and tall that his Chevy pickup would damn near turn over when he sat down, even with the extra springs. Mostly what kept the truck level were the extra springs on the passenger side, and Mrs. Tomcat [that was all she was ever called] And her equal weight of 600 Lbs. I swear that they excited at the same time just once. Have you ever seen a Chevy pickup rise up like Trigger on his rear legs. I thought it would end up like a turtle on its back. Bob was short so it was a toss up of who had who. Bob was upset with Tomcat as bobs only farm tractor was missing the new western Auto battery and the new cables were cut. Now Bob more or less liked Tomcat just as most of the people who knew him did, even if you suspected you were the victim of Tomcat. Bob explained that he in no way was going to accuse Tom cat of stealing something from him, But he had better find his tractor has its new battery and the cables better be in working order by next sunrise. Bob told me the next day that the battery was back with two new cables. Bob was still pissed with Tomcat. He had charged the new cables to the Sheriffs office at Western Auto. This is long enough, so I will tell about Tomcat and the Judge later. So... GOOD NIGHT MRS. CALABASH WHERE EVER YOU ARE.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 09:13:57 +0000
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