Life Lesson 3 (1/2) : Being pulled over by a policeman is not necessarily a bad thing!

It had been a slow winter for fishing, and I had a few unexpected breakdowns on my 45 foot charter boat, the Sea King. Money was short and when I had to decide whether to register the truck or make my boat payment, I made the boat payment.

I knew I had several charters coming up and I just would not use the truck until I paid the registration. The best laid plans of mice and men seldom work as planned. The water pump went out on my generator the day before a charter and I had to go get a new one.

I took only side streets, but had to cross one main street. I was nervous as I sat waiting for the light to change, come on, I said, as it seemed like I had been waiting for 14 or 40 minutes. ( I stole this from my little brother, in the early 50's milkmen still delivered milk. One day my Mom was away when the milkman came and as there were no bottles on the porch he asked my 5 yr old brother how many bottles of milk his mother wanted, without a moments hesitation he answered " Oh 14 or 40!" It was so funny at the time!! )

Finally the light for the cross traffic turned orange. Far Out! I'm going to make it, I thought as I glanced in my rearview mirror. What the hell!! All I could see was the top of a black and white police cruiser, with its red lights on. Dang it!! What else could go wrong?