A late night encounter with a Sherriff's Deputy in Osceola County, FL

Grace, Mack and I left the Austin, TX Little League "Banditos" team party at about 10:15 p.m. last Saturday.

We managed to get back onto Interstate 4, at junction 60, a miracle in itself since I, the navigator, failed to see the entrance.

We got off I-4 at exit 62 and headed towards the town of Celebration, where our Hotel was situated.

So far, so good - until we came to an intersection at which the two passengers opted for a right turn, but the driver was sure that we should turn left.

After a mile or so, said driver conceded that we were heading in the wrong direction.

She took an apparently legal U-Turn, whereupon we saw the lights, and heard the siren from a Sheriff's Deputy's Car.

We stopped, and waited for the worst.

The Deputy approached our car.

It did not look good. Two African-Americans in the front seats, and an Anglo-American (me) in the back.

Were we under suspicion for some nefarious drug deal?


NOT A BIT!

The gracious and polite Deputy had pulled us over simply because (somehow or another) we were driving sans lights.

LORD ALONE knows how we had managed to drive late at night on an Interstate, and on urban streets, without lights.

BUT WE HAD!

LORD ALONE knows why this Deputy treated us with such dignity and respect.

BUT HE DID - and for that we are glad and grateful.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN OTHERWISE<

READ BETWEEN THE LINES DAMMIT!


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