Kidnapped!
"Greatly exaggerates," she says! Well, this reminds me of when Anita was
our dispatcher. All her computer would say was, "Domestic, such and such address, and
such and such units dispatched", and the disposition was "an arrest." What
her computer didn't say was it took four officers, Rin-Tin-Tin, a sheriff’s deputy
and four canisters of OC spray (Pepper Spray) to effect the arrest. Now this all had to be
put down in a report, and "Disposition, Arrest," didn't get it for court. So I
guess it kinda depends on how accurate you have to describe something and how astute you
are to be able to do it.
Case in point!
Anita might tell you she was just a little torqued cause she had
to come and get me and Jack from our little watering hole here in Hansen, Idaho,
population 200. We have two bars and 8 churches. One of the bars is called "Crabby
Jacks," not named after my dog Jack. Jack is named after Anita's father who protected
his family with vengeance. Fact is, Anita was real upset. Here is what really happened.
Last Wednesday, Jack and I were driving through town on our way
to church. US 30 runs right through Hansen and our church is on the other side of town. So
we had to drive by Crabby Jacks. Well, my friends who hang out there wanted to see Jack
read (a little trick I've taught him, he doesn't know all the letters in the alphabet yet)
so they parked their cars across US 30 and Jack and I had to stop. They dragged me kicking
and screaming out of my 1967 International pickup and bribed Jack with a pickled pigs
foot. Before we knew it or could do anything about it, Jack and I were inside the bar! As
I was kidnapped and highly stressed and feared for my life, I drank the four pitchers of
Coors Light under protest. Jack was no help; they kept him busy with pickled pigs feet.
About 10:00 o’clock that night they finally let me use the telephone to call home and
summon help. It was at risk to my own body that I sneaked away to make the call home.
So you see, exaggeration hasn't got a thing to do with it. It is
just how you tell the story. And Hon, they are my stories and as long as they are my
stories, I'm gonna tell it the way I want. So I think it best that you stick to the dog
'train'n and leave the story 'tell'n to me and Jack.
Love,
Danny and Jack
Originally published on the PYR-L discussion list,
May 9, 2003.
Copyright 2003
Danny L. Crafton