If you have been reading my blog for any length of time you know about my sorted past with the law, see August 22, 2009. Recently, while on my lunch break I was driving down Johnson Lane, the scene of the last crime. The sun was shining after a long gray spring, my window was down and summer music was playing on the radio. When, very unexpectedly, over the horizon came a law official. I immediately looked down at the speedometer and dang, it said 45mph! He made a "U-y" and turned on his lights. The conversation went something like this: "Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?" "Yes, I was going 45mph." "Do you know the speed limit on this road?" "Yes, 35mph, I've been picked up on this road before. I was daydreaming." "Can I have your, license. registration and proof of insurance and I 'll just go back to my car." "Yes, sir." Off he went. And I began "talking" to my Mom. (No, not
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