October 07, 2003

A.M. Mourning

She was in her 60's, but was trying to hide it with flaming red hair, a little darker than Lucille Ball used to wear it, but red nonetheless. It was a little before eight in the morning on a heavily traveled road in the west suburbs, and she stood to the rear and right of a police car, red and blue lights on the roof flashing, with a police officer holding some kind of card in his hand.

Stopped at the red light, I caught a snippet of talk, "We'll have to arrange for someone to get your car." She staggered a little – or maybe she just limped, but I think she staggered. She was not smiling, but she did not look like she was happy. Neither was the officer smiling -- all business. He talked into the microphone on his collar. I couldn't hear what he said.

The light turned to green. In the rear view, he helped her into the back seat of his police car ... cruiser, in the police parlance, his hand on top of her head so that she wouldn't bump her head. That's the arrest mode of "helping."

She was dressed well, and her car large, a late model Buick or something like it. I imagined that she was single, alone, husband left her, and that she drank alone this morning before heading to work ... or to the country club ... yes, the country club.

Who was she going to call for bail?

Posted by Bill at October 7, 2003 02:07 PM
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Her son that never takes the time to visit her.

-d

Posted by: -d at October 7, 2003 02:48 PM

I agree with D, but it will be her illegitmate son conceived with Frank Sinatra when he came through town so many years ago for that ... that .. that thing? Remember? Well, it was a big deal at the time. She was a Sinatra groupie ... he was looking for a good time. Oh, what a sad sad woman she has become.

Posted by: Texas T-Bone at October 7, 2003 03:17 PM

i may be late on this, but the background music was baffling to my boss at work today who mistakenly thought i was "working"

Posted by: jenB at October 7, 2003 06:00 PM

yes Jen, I was at work and looked up. Thought Jimi was talking to me and I needed more sleep. I had the sense to find my volume quick.

Posted by: Charlene at October 7, 2003 08:41 PM

Sad story

Posted by: Anji at October 8, 2003 01:28 AM