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| I Look Like I Am Lost And I Was I Just Didn't Know It Till Years Later |
If the truth was known, she was also who taught me what black widows and RJS's and white crosses were, before I went on our trip. She said that. It was a miracle drug that it would keep you body going long after you head goes to sleep. Kinda what I was doing before she gave me them and showed me where to go to get them. There was a Dr. Snapp that would give prescription of them out to anyone back then they were used for weight loss. The FBI only weight 130 lbs. and was six feet tall and he still he gave them ti her. He got caught doing that and they took his licence away. Darn we had to find another source to get the speed that keep us going. But never fear we found someone to supply them by the hundreds. It sounds like I am bragging and I am sort of. It was something I saw all my life from momma and daddy. Drink and party and fight I just didn’t get into fighting, yet. Really the way I lived from sixteen to twenty-five was what made me what I am today. I can't tell you just now but you will understand what I mean when you read on in my book . . .
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By this time I was staying out all night and sleeping all day. My normal day consisted of getting an average of five or six hours sleep and then I would go to work at Jaco's for a while and then HIT THE ROAD to either Marty's or down to the Buger Boy on Seventeenth and Division and play the pinball. There was a kid that was only about fifteen that hung with me. His momma and dad trusted me and Jaco to not let him get in any trouble. He would go to the Burger Boy with me and watch me play. Remember I said I hung out with people like Tompall Glazer and Captain Midnight and Roger Miller, well they were all down there playing too. They would have a crew there with them. The people that operated the Buger Boy loved it when we would all come in at the same time it was nothing for us to drop fifty or seventy-five dollars each. Tony Taylor was a boy’s name that had been hanging with me. I never let him drink or have any speed. He was OK with that he just wanted to hang. He was a good kid. Later on I will tell you about a motorcycle Tony painted for me . . .
I remember once going to the Burger boy late and all the gang had already left. I ask for a roll of quarters and went on to play the machine. Tony was with me and we were having a grand time (at three a.m.), I hit the machine for mega bucks and when I went to cash out the person working was new and told me "We don't pay out" and I told her "look I have played many times here and cashed out so you better get the owner of this place and tell them you were turning down one of their best customer's." She said, "well you are a minor and I just call the cops," and well it got very heated. So I said, "go ahead call the cops." She was shocked. She didn't know that half of metro were my friends. So she called and guess what, Bill McKerdy was the one that came. (remember him in the picture with all the WSM people) She was so mad when he told her, If I was you I'd pay her off, and so she did. The next time I came in, she was there but the owner was too and he told her in front of me to always pay off people that we know, they are seventy 5 percent of my sales. I wanted to say I told you so but I didn't . . .
There was a BBQ shop in down town Nashville called Charlie Nickens. It was cool cause they would get your order by sending car hops to your car. You never even had to get out of the car. That was good for me cause they never checked I.D.s and I was seventeen all you had to do was give a nice tip and you could get beer. The legal drink age then was eighteen. That was so funny cause when I was eighteen they changed it to twenty-one. They tried to keep me from drinking legal ( that was a joke) on my part. We were always tipping really well too. We ( Nancy and I or my very under age friend Tony Taylor and I ) had gotten so known by the car hops that all we had to do was drive up and park and they would just bring out our usual order. It was like that for most of their customers. If Nancy and I were down there, we were going to meet one of her boyfriends on the force. The metro jail and night court were just around the corner from Charlie Nickens . . .
There was a BBQ shop in down town Nashville called Charlie Nickens. It was cool cause they would get your order by sending car hops to your car. You never even had to get out of the car. That was good for me cause they never checked I.D.s and I was seventeen all you had to do was give a nice tip and you could get beer. The legal drink age then was eighteen. That was so funny cause when I was eighteen they changed it to twenty-one. They tried to keep me from drinking legal ( that was a joke) on my part. We were always tipping really well too. We ( Nancy and I or my very under age friend Tony Taylor and I ) had gotten so known by the car hops that all we had to do was drive up and park and they would just bring out our usual order. It was like that for most of their customers. If Nancy and I were down there, we were going to meet one of her boyfriends on the force. The metro jail and night court were just around the corner from Charlie Nickens . . .
Andy Allen was a man that nobody knew very well. He came in all the time if you remember I talked about him being the man that did all the electrical wiring at Jaco's. He became a good friend of mine. He was three feet wide and five feet tall and had a burr hair cut and worn bib overhauls. What a site, he would go to hell and back for me. He was a friend first to momma and daddy but when I met him he and I knew we would be friends forever. He bought himself a Dodge Super Bee. It was bright yellow and had a spoiler on the back that was three feet tall. He and I would take off and do things like go to the Watch You Coat and Hat Saloon. It was a gay bar where they did female impersonation. Yes he was gay. He never brought anyone to our place and never embarrassed us in any way. He was a strange man. If you didn't know it, you would never know he was gay. Well it made no difference to anyone that came to Jaco's. After we closed Jaco's in 1985, he was one that kept in touch with us. There were not many that did that, just the closest ones like the cops and the ones that momma and daddy helped. Andy would come and take me and momma out to the Out Back Steakhouse to eat about once a month after daddy passed. It just goes to show that it isn't how important you are or how much money you have, it’s the heart and soul of the person that means the most when it comes to friendship . . .
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| My Buddy Andy His Brother Bill Momma With Mothers Day Present from Andy |
I spent a lot of time with momma then too. She would drink and take off with people like Doug Kershaw. He is the Raging Cajun from the music business. He wrote Louisiana Man and he had a hit record with it. He could play the fiddle better than most and not even put it under his chin. He would hold it down like a guitar. Momma and I went off with him one time and we stayed with him for three days. I drove and they drank and I took speed and drank. It was kinda fun cause he had a long black Cadillac limousine. We ended up at his pad and I went to sleep in the car while they went in and well, I don't have to say, do I you can guess can't you? I will leave that up to your imagination. Daddies never ever ask and we didn't tell . . .
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| There Is Nothing I Can Add To What Everyone Knows He Is A Gift |
There were many people that I called my friend. I told you about Nancy Hibden and how she was my partner in crime. She and I went to the Jerry Lewis telethon in 1969 when it was at the Municipal Auditorium. You could go right up to the stage back then. There were always lots of cops there. Nancy knew that someone she liked was gonna be there. We were told by the policeman that she went to see, that there was a man going around taking photo's of all the policemen and whoever was around them. This was 1968 and race riots were bad at that time. The police thought he was taking the photo's for that reason. They wanted me and Nancy to try and take the camera and take the film out of it and then put it back. They wanted to see what was on the film. Well I had a few drinks by then so I agreed to do it. The man went up to the stage and sat his camera down. I went up and got it and left out to the hall way and went into the bathroom and I could not get the film out of the camera. I left the camera in the bathroom and went out to tell the policeman that I could not get the film out. WELL BIG MISTAKE! The man came running down the hall with a policeman that didn't know what was going on and he yelled "she is the one." The policeman that was with him caught up with me and put me in cuffs . . .
Momma and daddy and Bill McKerdy was coming down the hall and saw me being cuffed. Momma and daddy had a few too many and momma ran up to the policeman that put the cuffs on me and said, "what the hell are you doing?" By that time Nancy and the cop that ask me to do it came walking up and told momma and daddy what was going on. They pretended that Nancy was a policewoman and she took me into the bathroom and was supposed to search me and my purse. We managed to get the film out of the camera and dumped the camera into the trash can. When we came out the man said "she most of had a partner and she handed it off to them." They pretended that they were gonna take me to jail and put me in a cop car. There were three policemen that got into the car and well they all thanked me and I said"well that sob (I wasn't that polite) deserved it." Bobby Hill who is a black policeman that was driving the car said to me"that black sob you mean?" I said well I didn't want to say that because you were in the car. He said, "call a spade a spade," and we all laughed. They knew the man was behind us somewhere following us so he could press charges so they stopped at the street and told him where to park. Then they went behind the court house and we all got out of the car and they took the hand cuffs off me and one of the guys took me back to the auditorium to my car. They went up stairs and told the man that I had escaped. Believe it or not that is my story and I am sticking to it. At this point in time Bobby Hill is the only policeman still alive that remembers that event. That wasn't the only stupid thing I had done by no means . . .
The first large-scale organized sit-ins in Nashville occurred on February 13, 1960.The Nashville sit-ins were part of a nonviolent direct action campaign to end racial segregation at lunch counters in Nashville Tennessee. The sit-ins lasted from February to May of 1960 and were notable for their early success and emphasis on disciplined nonviolence. Many of the organizers of the Nashville sit-ins went on to become important leaders in the U.S. Civil Movement. April 4, 1968: Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., in Memphis to lead demonstration of striking sanitation workers, is killed by an assassin. Lunch counter "sit-ins" had already gained widespread national attention when black students and others did the same thing in Greensboro, N.C., Nashville and other communities across the South earlier in the year . . .
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Eight years later after the 1960 sit-ins we were still fighting the race battle. I never understood racism anyway. Maybe because I was for six or seven years wishing I was a part of my friends Lula Mays (from Hartsville) family. I did not think that it might be even wrong. The point is, I didn’t think at all a lot, back then. I was caught up in the moment. Blinded to the fact that blacks were treated wrong for so many years. As I look back on it, I see that there are always two sides to every coin. It took many years for me to see my own racism. If I was allowed to be able to see someone who is dead, besides my mom and dad, it would be Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. They are the family that gave me love and never once thought, should I not love this child just because she is white? I know that the police in Nashville were waiting for trouble after Dr. Martin Luther King was murdered.in 1968. I believe that the most important three people in my 58 years were, John F. Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King. Whose life's were cut short because of what they believed in. Above are some facts I looked up on the sit-ins of the sixties and a photo of one of the lunch counter's while the sit-in’s were happening in Nashville . . .
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| One of the lunch counters in Nashville, Tenn |
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Eight years later after the 1960 sit-ins we were still fighting the race battle. I never understood racism anyway. Maybe because I was for six or seven years wishing I was a part of my friends Lula Mays (from Hartsville) family. I did not think that it might be even wrong. The point is, I didn’t think at all a lot, back then. I was caught up in the moment. Blinded to the fact that blacks were treated wrong for so many years. As I look back on it, I see that there are always two sides to every coin. It took many years for me to see my own racism. If I was allowed to be able to see someone who is dead, besides my mom and dad, it would be Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. They are the family that gave me love and never once thought, should I not love this child just because she is white? I know that the police in Nashville were waiting for trouble after Dr. Martin Luther King was murdered.in 1968. I believe that the most important three people in my 58 years were, John F. Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King. Whose life's were cut short because of what they believed in. Above are some facts I looked up on the sit-ins of the sixties and a photo of one of the lunch counter's while the sit-in’s were happening in Nashville . . .
We can now go back to my life at seventeen. I remember the first time I took a straight shot of whiskey. Not something to brag about but, I had gone to the drag races with Bill Jones, a guy I had a crush on. He had a girlfriend that went too. I thought that he invited just me. I was very disappointed when he came to pick me up with her in the car. We went to the races and he raced his 68 Mustang. When you drag race, you let some air out of your tires to get better traction. When it was over, he didn't put air back in the tires and we were doing about ninety miles an hour on the interstate. We were swaying back and forth. He reached under his seat and pulled out a pint of Very Old Barton took a sip then handed it over to his girlfriend and then he said to me,"want a swig?" I of course said yes. I took a big gulp and I thought that I was gonna gag to death but I never let them know. I would die first because I wanted him to think I was cool. They were about ten years older than I was. That was the first drink of whiskey but not the last sorry to say . . .
Talking about my first drink of whiskey I can also remember my first and only shot of moonshine. Andy Allen and Roy Redfarren and Larry Loftis and momma and I went to a shack on Sullivans Ridge. Larry knew this old man who lived in a one room shack. It has a pot belly stove for heat and cooking and a chair or two and a cot for a bed. It was dawn on Easter 1970. Larry was playing the guitar and the old guy played the banjo and me momma and the other two was singing. It’s a wonder the coon dogs didn't come to see who was making all those awful sounds. We were drinking beer but had run out. The old man asks "if you don't mind drinking moonshine I got some and its real smooth." We all agreed that was OK. Out from under the floor came a mason jar of clear liquid looking stuff. Larry was first, and he took big swiggggg and when he came up for air, it nearly blew his eye balls out. Then he passed it to momma and she well lets just say she was a Yankee and had never even seen or drank any moonshine before. She choked and gagged and I was stupid enough to try it myself, you know I had to empress Larry. I thought vodka was yucky. It is nothing compared to moonshine. I got very snockered ( that Marine for drunk ) that Easter morning . . .
When I woke up, the old man and Larry and Andy was still playing music. Momma and I had passed out and Roy Redfarren had left. Boy, was it a learning lesson for me. What was the lesson I learn? Moonshine was never ever gonna be my booze of choice. I had two hangovers not one but two. Momma was just as bad as I was. SMOOTH my but, smooth as sandpaper. The old man cooked some eggs and bacon on the pot belly stove and we ate just enough to be polite. When I saw the eggs, I thought that I was gonna be sick. I went out to the car and went back to sleep. We stayed there for two days and I finely told momma I am going home, and asking her, "do you want to go?" She said,"no Andy will bring me home." Four days later momma and Andy came dragging in, again, Daddy said nothing. That was the weirdest way I ever spent Easter morning . . .
I started by then to go to Nina's pie wagon just because she treated me like family. Larry didn't have to be there, I had give up on him and directed my energy to other people he was too nice a guy to take advantage of my advances to him. I was only seventeen and I could go to Nina's and drink a beer and not worry about being busted. She would fix me a grilled ham and cheese because she knew that we don't eat regular meals we just hit and miss. We would go at three a.m. to Linbaulls in down town Nashville and that was our main meal of the day because we worked at night and slept most of the day . . .
When I woke up, the old man and Larry and Andy was still playing music. Momma and I had passed out and Roy Redfarren had left. Boy, was it a learning lesson for me. What was the lesson I learn? Moonshine was never ever gonna be my booze of choice. I had two hangovers not one but two. Momma was just as bad as I was. SMOOTH my but, smooth as sandpaper. The old man cooked some eggs and bacon on the pot belly stove and we ate just enough to be polite. When I saw the eggs, I thought that I was gonna be sick. I went out to the car and went back to sleep. We stayed there for two days and I finely told momma I am going home, and asking her, "do you want to go?" She said,"no Andy will bring me home." Four days later momma and Andy came dragging in, again, Daddy said nothing. That was the weirdest way I ever spent Easter morning . . .
When momma sobered up, she told me where they went and what they did. Her Larry and Andy went to the Narrows of the Harpeth and sat out there and sang and drank. She told me that Larry started talking about when he was in Korea in the 50's. He had a bunch of guys he was in the platoon with, They were crossing a river there and they got incoming fire and it wiped half of the platoon out. He said, "the water was red with blood. It had bothered him for many years," and momma came up with the ideal that if he crossed the Harpth he would get over his nightmares. So out she goes wading into the swift water of the Harpth. She had a Mo-Mo on, (a dress that is just sown up on each side and with a hole in the neck and two holes for arms), and it was ankle length. Larry kept telling momma not to get in the water she was gonna get hurt or drown. She didn't listen to him. The current knocked her down and well Larry had to take his shoes off and go rescue her. Yes that's my momma, when she was drunk she was as apt to do stupid things, if she wanted too. No one could or would stop her if she had set her mind to it. That is just one of many what I call our DRUNKOLOGUE"S. You know like Johnny Carson had a monologue, she and I had a drunk a log. I didn't see Larry for a couple weeks. He went to his camp in Smithville. He went there a lot by himself. He was a lonely guy and such a sweet heart . . .
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| Daddy in Back The Blonde Is Betty The FBI (Nancy) Eye Are Closed Jimmy Clifton Peeking Behind Momma And Her "I am Drunk Smile" |
Well anyway there was a house behind the pie wagon where she rented out rooms. There was a man named Jimmy Clifton that would be there when I came in. He was a security guard for Advance Security. He was ten years older than I was but he was a fun guy. He was a flash from the past looking guy. He had strawberry red hair and it was all combed toward the top of his head and then a part that is combed toward the front and at the tip he had a curl like the greasers of the fifties. He wore cowboy shirts with the sleeves cut off up to the shoulder. He wore cowboy boots and khaki pants. I meet him in late 1969. We became good friends. He was twenty-eight and I was seventeen but that didn't keep me from becoming his friend. Like I said before I always hung with older people than I was. I was still hanging with Nancy at that time. We ( she and I ) would go to his job and sit and talk. He worked at a factory in down town Nashville as a guard. He is gonna come up later in my story . . .
It was this year that a man name Dave Laselle came to town. He was living in a trailer behind J.B.Cooks next door to us. He wondered in one night. He was very well built and not to bad looking. He proclaimed that he was a Hell's Angel. He did have the colors ( you know the vest that they wore ) with all the patches and lettering on back, it said HELL'S ANGEL'S. We just assumed he was. He was a cool guy, and of course momma took to him right away. He drank hard and rode the bike hard. He became family like so many others. Old man Duff didn't like him and I am sure that it was because he was jealous of him. Momma even put him to work. Momma always would trust you till you proved her wrong. Duff told momma, don't say I didn't tell you when he steals from you. He had family that we didn't find out about untill one day he came in and told momma he needed her help. His wife and he came to Nashville because she was a singer like lots of other people. They had no luck and he just kinda left her to fin for herself and three kids. He told momma that his wife(remember we didn't know about the family) had tried to kill herself. Momma called Duff and he resisted to help and it had not been momma he would not have helped him . . .
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| Dave LaSelle Hell's Angel |
The wife ended up killing herself and that left Dave with three little kids to take care of. Duff, one night told momma to go get the kids and he would see that they were in a good home. Momma and I went to the house on Blair Ave. and got the kids. Dave was upset but knew that was the best thing to do for the kids. While Duff was checking Dave's record, he found a warrant for stealing a motorcycle. Come to find out, he had stolen the colors and two cycles from a man in Milwaukee. Duff placed him under arrest, but momma told him to not worry she'd get him out. That she did. She pulled some strings and didn't have to post a bond and good thing because he fled. Before he left, he was staying with us on Robertson Rd. He and I went to the house and were sitting in the kitchen and in come daddy, he was pissed. One of our cop buddies Morrison, said to daddy, "if I was you, I would not have my daughter alone with him." So that was the only time daddy tried to control me and what I was doing. I only saw him two time get mad and both involved me. I will tell you the other time later in the book. Dave took me riding and he was a cool guy he was just a bad boy type, he knew that the things he did were wrong. He and momma were both misfits of sort and she understood him. In later years he kinda grew up and became responsible. He looked up his kids and he reunited with them. He was one that would just show up at different times in our life. He was one that sent me money to help with mommas funereal when she pasted. He was family because mommy just took in all the misfits that were thrown away by the rest if the world . . .
That all happened early March 1970. I was on a short leach because of Dave. Daddy started trying to tell me what to do. Well he found out that he waited way to long to become a daddy. I went on and did whatever I wanted to do. Still hanging around with the misfits that I told you momma adopted. I became a misfit myself. All I did now was drink and party. I had wrecked the other VW that they bought me. I hit a tree drunk and speeding on River Rd. So what does momma do, she buys me a 69-Mustang convertible. It had 78 miles on it boy, what a car, I wish I had it now. Marsha and I were still friends. Her and her brother and I would ride around and see what we could get into. One day we were riding in Bel Meade. We decided we were gonna drive through a road that had water washing over it. We, well I, got an ideal that we would get up speed and then hit it fast and it was so much fun. The water came over the hood of the car and into the back seat. Guess who was in back seat, yes your right Mark. He was drenched and Marsha and I didn't get a drop on us . . .
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| Me amd Old Man Duff |
That all happened early March 1970. I was on a short leach because of Dave. Daddy started trying to tell me what to do. Well he found out that he waited way to long to become a daddy. I went on and did whatever I wanted to do. Still hanging around with the misfits that I told you momma adopted. I became a misfit myself. All I did now was drink and party. I had wrecked the other VW that they bought me. I hit a tree drunk and speeding on River Rd. So what does momma do, she buys me a 69-Mustang convertible. It had 78 miles on it boy, what a car, I wish I had it now. Marsha and I were still friends. Her and her brother and I would ride around and see what we could get into. One day we were riding in Bel Meade. We decided we were gonna drive through a road that had water washing over it. We, well I, got an ideal that we would get up speed and then hit it fast and it was so much fun. The water came over the hood of the car and into the back seat. Guess who was in back seat, yes your right Mark. He was drenched and Marsha and I didn't get a drop on us . . .
There was a teen club Tiger - A - Go - Go, opened up. They would have local bands and teens came and paid $5.00's and got in to dance. The man who opened it was a local car lot owner, and his name was Homer Scott. There was a band called the BLUE LIGHTS. They were off duty policemen and they were so much fun. I did not like going there, cause I was so use to hanging with older people that I saw it as boring because you could not drink. By this time I was drinking every day. I would go when Marsha wanted to go to be nice to her. She was the only person my own age that I liked . . .
Her mom was a good lady and she always made me feel at home when I would go over there. One night I got drunk and I didn't want to wreck my new ride, so I went to Marsha's house and parked in the drive way. I didn't want to wake them up cause it was like two a.m. in the morning. Mr. Toombs went to work early in the morning. When he came out to go to work, there I was asleep in my car with the doors locked. He went back inside and told Mrs. Toombs, She came out and banged on my window. I was still a little drunk and the other half was hung over. She (now picture this) told me open that door girl. I did and I wished I hadn't. She grabbed me by the collar then drug me inside her house and started a lecture that lasted an hour. She told me that if she ever caught me in the drive way again that she would give me a whipping! I believe she would have. She also told me that I could come to her house anytime day or night but that I was to come inside NOT JUST PARK IN THE DRIVE WAY AGAIN! I never did that again. She was kinda like my mom she would take kids in and love them just as if they were her own. That is how I felt when I was there, like the way people really do live not how I lived . . .
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| Old Man Duff & Joe His Partner |
I would have fun going down to Nina's Pie Wagon and flirt with Jimmy and Larry. Not too much later I wrecked the Mustang. Yes another one and yes I was drunk. Jimmy was staying at our house because they were painting his room. He was at home when Duff came to the house to tell momma and daddy that I had wrecked. It pissed him off when daddy asks how bad was the car and not how is Debbie. So he became my knight in shining armor. By this time Duff had been promoted to a detective. He was so happy because he had been a cop for thirty years and he was a sixth grade drop out. Back then you could just be hired if you knew someone and that's what he did. He was the best police man that I ever knew. He knew how to take a con artist and get them to help him solve crimes. He had his snitches and knew how to treat them. That was when a cop could be a cop and not have to go by so many rules. The cons respected him and also the public . . .
One of the things that got me through my teenage years WAS that I was friends with most all the police in West Nashville. I mean almost family. We saw one every day, either they would come in and eat or bring their family in to eat or well just come in to check on us. I was considered a sister to all that came in. I am glad because if not I might have been in big trouble. here are a few stories about things I did that were funny and stupid too. One day I saw Bill McCurdy and I shot past him in my new Mustang ( which he had not seen yet and didn't know it was me ) and he took chase. I was going out of town on Charolette Ave. There was a place near Annex Ave that was called the Dairy Dip there was a path behind it where people would walk back up to Cadien Hollow. I knew about the path so I dipped into the dairy dip and took the path but the car that McCurdy was in could not go down it because it sat too low. So I beat him and he was so pissed at me when he found out it was me. I started picking at him the next time I saw him. I ask him, "I heard some Mustang out ran you the other day." He ask me, " how'd you know?" It was me!!! He grabbed me and started whipping my but ( not really just playing ) and said, " If I ever catch you doing anything like that again I am gonna put you in jail." Yea right was my reponce back to him. Needless to say I was a hand full and was always looking to pull one over on my buddies in metro . . .
One of the things that got me through my teenage years WAS that I was friends with most all the police in West Nashville. I mean almost family. We saw one every day, either they would come in and eat or bring their family in to eat or well just come in to check on us. I was considered a sister to all that came in. I am glad because if not I might have been in big trouble. here are a few stories about things I did that were funny and stupid too. One day I saw Bill McCurdy and I shot past him in my new Mustang ( which he had not seen yet and didn't know it was me ) and he took chase. I was going out of town on Charolette Ave. There was a place near Annex Ave that was called the Dairy Dip there was a path behind it where people would walk back up to Cadien Hollow. I knew about the path so I dipped into the dairy dip and took the path but the car that McCurdy was in could not go down it because it sat too low. So I beat him and he was so pissed at me when he found out it was me. I started picking at him the next time I saw him. I ask him, "I heard some Mustang out ran you the other day." He ask me, " how'd you know?" It was me!!! He grabbed me and started whipping my but ( not really just playing ) and said, " If I ever catch you doing anything like that again I am gonna put you in jail." Yea right was my reponce back to him. Needless to say I was a hand full and was always looking to pull one over on my buddies in metro . . .
Next Chapter is a few things about the Nashville Metro Policemen . . .