The simple living school crossing guards that I supervised would make their Christmas money at the Central Alabama Fair every year. They parked cars and it was orderly and efficient. There were several spaces reserved for Handicapped drivers up front but they filled up fast. My simple but brilliant guards would always come to me with their real slow, Black dialect and ask "Lieutenant, why do those fools complain about us parking their car when there are no more Handicapped spots and they have to walk 30 yards further and then pay to go in the fair and walk two miles?" They had a point.

Then there was my Sgt. Doug Stewart, who got along with everyone (best in the business at diffusing a situation) who every year at the fair observed that "We can go to a man's house and tell him how to treat his family and even his dog, and he'll be OK, but tell a man where and how to park a car and you're likely to have to fight him". True too.

Lord, please help us get our nation straightened out.