Catch Me If You Can

By Jim Hagarty
2012
A man in Indiana hasn’t had the best week. Drunk but driving, he pulled over in a parking lot and passed out. Police found him the next morning, his truck still running and him still sleeping. It wasn’t hard for the officers to track him down. The unfortunate sot had parked in a police station parking lot. His walk from truck to cell was about 20 feet. Surely this guy must be related to the doofus who showed up for his trial on auto theft – in a stolen car. When he came out of the courtroom, police were waiting for him. On second thought, the auto thief makes the drunken parker look almost like a genius.

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.