[M.D. Holloway]

I spent most of my day driving in East Texas - going way over the speed limit on the empty highways there. Rt 30 isn't the prettiest run but then again mush of Texas really isn't much to look at so I tried to get through it without falling asleep.

Wouldn't you know it, just as I get into my town - and I mean right on the line just about, I pass one of our towns finest. He pulls out behind me and him and his partner smile, one calls in on the radio. Within a few minutes the burning cherries light the twilight. I pull over and wait for what is sure to be at least a C note ticket. I was going 50 in a 35 granted. I was fully prepared to take my punishment.

The officer goes to the now rolled down passenger side window.

"Mr. Holloway, how are you tonight?"

"Fine sir." I recognized him. There are only a hand full of Police Officers in our town and I am pretty sure I know them all.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"Well sir, I know it wasn't to ask how I was do'n..."

"No sir, it wasn't" he laughed. "I had you clocked at 52 in a 35. Now that is a bit fast especially with this afterwork traffic. How is your boy doing? He still catch'n all those catfish accross the street from ya'all?"

"Yes sir, that little rascle snagged himself a whopper the other day using some ol beef stick he found in the garage fridge."

"I was get'n a kick watch'n him a few of the other boys riding their bikes over that make-shift ramp last week - glad to see they were wearing their helmets."

"Well sir, I know he and the others liked the stickers and Chik-fil-A coupons you gave them. "

"Tell ya what Mr Holloway, try to keep it at the speed limit. Tell your son I said hi."

"Will do sir. Stop by and wet a hook some day will ya."

Now this guy could have been a prick. He could have written me a ticket. Instead he was cool and you know what, I will keep it at the limit.

I love this small town!