I was born in the south. I live in the south and will die in the south. This is only a small part of the memories I share.
I'll Tell Everyone
that I am perfectly sane when I wrote this personal commentary. This is the brief introduction. I have thought long and hard during my waking hours about how nice it would be to share those milestone years that meant a certain event and I wanted to pat some of our most-underrated police officers on the back for the thankless work that they do. I would hope that you feel the same. Thank you. Kenneth
The 1953 Chevy
is special to yours truly for the one reason: Nov. 27, 1953. The year and date when I came to the world. My parents said that I was the loudest baby in the nursery at Manasco-Manveille Hospital, Haleyville, Al. I loved my parents, but I saw clean through this delicate attempt to tell me that I was born with a loud mouth. So true. So true.
was and still remains a special place in my heart. In May, 1972, I graduated from Hamilton (Al.) High School. That night was so scary, so happy and a night that I will never put into words. God knows that I've tried. 1972. Vietnam was still on the lips of American government as well as males my age and facing the Draft. God looked down and spared me. I wish that I had the power to give my life to one of the many thousand brave men who died in Vietnam. At least I could sleep soundly.
1975 Plymouth Fury
was one slick police car. I can only wish that I bought one, but in June, 1975, someone else had captured my attention: Pam, my wife of now-42 years. I wish that I could say that all of our years were happy and care-free, but I would be telling you a lie and you would know it right off. But June, 1975, two lives changed forever. We, like you and your companion, have seen and lived through many changes and the same can be said for our marriage. I think that my wife and I will begin to worry when we wake up and not see or hear about something new.
1990 Crown Victoria
still looks great and runs like the wind. I have always loved (this) car and those I have chosen to publish on this hub. 1990. The day when my wife and I, and our daughter too, broke ground to build our first house that we would pay for month after month--and saw my wife and daughter go through changes as I am sure that I did---but I really just wanted to be myself. 1990: two years shy from my high school class' 20-year reunion. I remember that night like it was yesterday. To be honest, I went just to see one person and to say something that I wanted to say for 20 years. And with much courage and trembling hands, I did it. And since that day, was never the same.
Thank you for going with me down Memory Lane through my life in police cars. Oh, if you are asking, No. I've never had the pleasure of riding in one of these beauties in the backseat. For that, I am NOT sorry. Thank you, Kenneth