Here’s my story...and I’m sticking to it! One Saturday night in late October, I went out dancing with a friend in my small town. I dressed up as a Forest Cat, borrowing my 90-year old mother’s fur ears and coyote tail. We had a great time at the dance but, around midnight as we were leaving, decided we were hungry. I drove up and down the main drag of town, looking for a place to eat.

Within a few blocks, flashing colored lights appeared in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and rolled ...


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