Kris
It was a fine summer evening, a Friday. The sun still had two more hours of hang-around time, and the gentle breeze wafting in from the west filled the air with the scents of summer...cut grass and honeysuckle. The radar unit sitting on the dash of my patrol car showed a steady "00" as no one was using County Route 2, my assigned post for violators duty. Write tickets, they told me. Lots of them. So I sat here and waited. On most days, I could write three tickets an hour, and that kept my...