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<blockquote data-quote="Chuckie" data-source="post: 1147919" data-attributes="member: 637"><p>Everybody else has a piston in their lap too. </p><p> I worked 12 hours a day back then, and it was 2 hours to Memphis and 2 hours back home. So I was up and down the road, down town all night long. I remember cutting through Walnut Grove towards Germantown and stopping at the Big K Store because it would probably be safer. After I had been in the store and picked up something to eat, I was sitting there, a pick up pulls up real fast to the front of the store, a guy jumps out of the truck, and grabs about 10 of the stacked lawn chairs and throws them in the bed of the truck. It was an old truck, dark green and the hood was a primer colored. It was a step side and both fenders had primer on those too. So easy to spot. I got part of the license plate, and as the truck flew out of the long parking lot, they pulled out into the lanes. A police car was coming up behind them and stopped them. Just about that time, the people from K Mart come out and they knew that someone had ripped off their chairs and are looking around the front of the building, but I could tell they didn't really want to deal with anyone. I started pulling out towards the road, as the policeman were letting the truck go. I blew my horn at the police and asked them to pull in. I told them I had just witnessed them stealing the chairs and wanted to stay out of it because I am a sitting duck in the truck for 8 hours a night as there was only one woman in a company truck at night on the streets, and I wouldn't be hard to find. (Scared? Yeah if it meant someone was out looking for me in Memphis) </p><p></p><p> I know they would be released or could have someone else find me if needed. At that point you wish you were Dirty Harry or Charles Bronson. I said the stores cameras should be enough to prove the truck, as I couldn't see their faces anyway. If they were real cops, they saw the chairs I would hope. They said OK and took off after them. </p><p>When I pulled out on the 6 or 8 lanes, as I don't remember now, I didn't see that truck on the street. I always wonder if they caught them. </p><p></p><p>It was interesting to hear the people inside the hub, which was attached to the airport, talk about the crimes that had been committed to them or what they had seen. I would have real bars, not the kind that screw on the outside with phillips head screws, and purchase a different gun to strap on my body at all times. In the house, I would have to finish teaching Buster to really bite when I told him to. He sure has a mean deep bark when someone knocks on the door. Heelers grab ankles and legs, but I personally can testify that he grabbed someone's hand and sent them to the doctor for a bad infection. "Good boy" They deserved it as this man always bragged on how he shot his dogs. Then the two little ones would back him up. </p><p></p><p>Hearing that song about Memphis should be a pretty cool song as it used to stand for something. It was an old South town and I grew up there. I used to walk back from school which was about 2.5 miles as I attended Knight Arnold School which is right behind the Fed Ex terminal now. There weren't that many houses back then. They were growing cotton in front of our house. </p><p>Now it is a big Stripper Joint/Drug Den. All the low lives live there, and it would be very sad to be stuck there economically and not be able to leave. </p><p></p><p> As I watch the Mississippi River flow under the bridge in that song, it makes me think about how many bodies are floating in it. That is sad. And that is a good song, I just wish he would change the name of the town.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Chuckie, post: 1147919, member: 637"] Everybody else has a piston in their lap too. I worked 12 hours a day back then, and it was 2 hours to Memphis and 2 hours back home. So I was up and down the road, down town all night long. I remember cutting through Walnut Grove towards Germantown and stopping at the Big K Store because it would probably be safer. After I had been in the store and picked up something to eat, I was sitting there, a pick up pulls up real fast to the front of the store, a guy jumps out of the truck, and grabs about 10 of the stacked lawn chairs and throws them in the bed of the truck. It was an old truck, dark green and the hood was a primer colored. It was a step side and both fenders had primer on those too. So easy to spot. I got part of the license plate, and as the truck flew out of the long parking lot, they pulled out into the lanes. A police car was coming up behind them and stopped them. Just about that time, the people from K Mart come out and they knew that someone had ripped off their chairs and are looking around the front of the building, but I could tell they didn't really want to deal with anyone. I started pulling out towards the road, as the policeman were letting the truck go. I blew my horn at the police and asked them to pull in. I told them I had just witnessed them stealing the chairs and wanted to stay out of it because I am a sitting duck in the truck for 8 hours a night as there was only one woman in a company truck at night on the streets, and I wouldn't be hard to find. (Scared? Yeah if it meant someone was out looking for me in Memphis) I know they would be released or could have someone else find me if needed. At that point you wish you were Dirty Harry or Charles Bronson. I said the stores cameras should be enough to prove the truck, as I couldn't see their faces anyway. If they were real cops, they saw the chairs I would hope. They said OK and took off after them. When I pulled out on the 6 or 8 lanes, as I don't remember now, I didn't see that truck on the street. I always wonder if they caught them. It was interesting to hear the people inside the hub, which was attached to the airport, talk about the crimes that had been committed to them or what they had seen. I would have real bars, not the kind that screw on the outside with phillips head screws, and purchase a different gun to strap on my body at all times. In the house, I would have to finish teaching Buster to really bite when I told him to. He sure has a mean deep bark when someone knocks on the door. Heelers grab ankles and legs, but I personally can testify that he grabbed someone's hand and sent them to the doctor for a bad infection. "Good boy" They deserved it as this man always bragged on how he shot his dogs. Then the two little ones would back him up. Hearing that song about Memphis should be a pretty cool song as it used to stand for something. It was an old South town and I grew up there. I used to walk back from school which was about 2.5 miles as I attended Knight Arnold School which is right behind the Fed Ex terminal now. There weren't that many houses back then. They were growing cotton in front of our house. Now it is a big Stripper Joint/Drug Den. All the low lives live there, and it would be very sad to be stuck there economically and not be able to leave. As I watch the Mississippi River flow under the bridge in that song, it makes me think about how many bodies are floating in it. That is sad. And that is a good song, I just wish he would change the name of the town. [/QUOTE]
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