Keeping Too High a Profile

By Jim Hagarty
2016

I have done some stupid things in my life.

Remember streaking in the 1970s? Several freshmen at the college I attended back then were the first anywhere to streak. I wasn’t among them.

At least, not that time.

Because this was such a new phenomenon, the skinny running guys mentioned above gained a lot of publicity for their stunt. Maybe it was the thought of all that fame that intrigued me.

Other dumb things over the years I accomplished fully clothed.

But here is something I have never done. Every time there has been a wanted poster circulated with my photo on it, I have kept a very low profile till things have blown over. And if I had been in a position to advise Mack Yearwood, I could have saved him some grief.

But old Mack went ahead without the benefit of my accumulated wisdom and posted his very own wanted poster as his profile picture on his Facebook page.

It didn’t take Florida cops very long to find Mack’s unfortunate posting and after reading through his Facebook information, they gathered all they needed to scoot on over and arrest the unwise lawbreaker who had been on the run for 11 months.

Police issued this warning after making the arrest.

“If you are wanted by the police, it’s probably not a good idea to use the ‘Wanted of the Week’ poster of yourself as your profile pic,” the department posted online the following day.

The police showed up at Mack’s brother’s home where they found the culprit and, to add insult to injury, a bag of marijuana fell out of his pants during the arrest. A new charge involving the weed has been added to the numerous other charges the 42-year-old social media fan faces.

This was where he made another critical mistake. If he had been streaking at the time, he would have had no pants for a bag of weed to fall out of.

At least that has been my experience.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.