When I was a young teenager, my mom arranged for a friend of mine’s dad to take me to school each morning, and in turn, she picked us up in the afternoon. It was a win-win for me. I got to see my friend in the mornings and afternoons, and I liked her dad. He would tease us and call us boys. And though he wouldn’t let us talk and would fuss if I wasn’t walking out the door when he drove up, he listened to Paul Harvey on the drive. Mr. Harvey was a news commentator, and I found his voice and the bit of information he provided to be interesting. (Click here to listen to him.)
What made me think about my childhood friend’s dad? Some people at work were talking about their adventures from riding on the bus to and from school. Mom didn’t like the bus and besides our house was a block before the first stop. So that’s how I ended up riding in the car with my friend’s dad.
The funny part of it is, I never thought of how other people would view me getting out of a county sheriff’s car in front of the high school. LOL! Yep. He was a sheriff deputy. I guess I just assumed they knew it was my friend’s dad’s car. Maybe not. That could account for why I never had problems with anyone picking on me.
Carla Swafford . . . Good day!