A boy and his dog part 1 We

A boy and his dog part 1

We need to get everyone to pay their fair share. Your tax bill shoudlnt depend on being able to hire the best accountants and tax Email Address will be verified, but never shown: Youre in Easy Mode. If you prefer, you can use XHTML Mode instead. Youre in XHTML Mode. If you prefer, you can use Easy Mode instead. XHTML tags allowed a, b, blockquote, br, code, dd, dl, dt, del, em, h2, h3, h4, i, ins, li, ol, p, pre, q, strong, ul Newsvine is a registered trademark of Newsvine, Inc. Lost your password or username? Need a new activation email? Click Here. The following is a true story of how my friend telling the Jackson Mississippi Police Department saved him from being arrested and jailed. To protect the identity of the person in this story, Ill refer to him as Harold. On a recent Sunday morning, my best friend Harolds birthday, we both intended to wake up early for breakfast and coffee, and maybe play a game of chess before I had to leave for work. Harold has been a big fan of chess since I taught him how to play just two months ago. Not more than 30 minutes after I called Harold to tell him I was on my way to his place, he was handcuffed in the back of a Jackson Police Department JPD patrol car. Ten minutes later, he was back in the passenger seat of my car, laughing nervously into his hands. Woo, saved by the movement, He said. Lets get out of here. We had just gotten coffee and drive-thru breakfast after leaving Harolds house. I was running on two hours of sleep thats the only rest I get on the weekends in between working all night as a doorman at a neighborhood club, and all day as a waiter at a local cafe. Harold is a full-time student in Jackson, Mississippi, and needed a ride to school. Hes a 25 year-old Navy vet whos a boy and his dog part 1 crashing on couches and riding on the hospitality of friends like myself and others until he gets back on his feet. Like most people in my state, neither of us have much in the way of finances or influence, but we can all get by if we help each other out. Thats why the South is so famous for our hospitality youll never get kinder treatment than the kind given from folks who have nothing to give. Most of us still share freely without expecting any favors in return. Just a block from my house, Harold saw a beautiful woman on the side of the road with a flat tire. While he had been silent most of the morning, he perked up and asked me to turn around and help her out. Even though there were several parking lots around a boy and his dog part 1 me to use for a turnabout, I made an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road. And of course, a JPD officer swerved into the lane directly behind me and turned on his lights. I pulled over into the Piggly Wiggly parking lot, feeling the sharp sting of irony as the woman in distress pulled away and got back into traffic just as quickly as I was stopped. I think Im fittin to go to jail, man, Harold said with a sigh as the officer walked toward my car. For those unfamiliar with Mississippis inner city dialects, Fittin to is a mangled version of fixin to, or about to. After the officer examined my documents and told me I was going to be cited, he peered into my car and looked at Harold in the passenger seat. The officer questioned my friend, spent a few minutes in his patrol car, then walked back to the passengers side window.