C’est la vie
We have talked about small town police chiefs lately. It caused me to think back to an incident that happened in our fair little town a few years ago. Bertram had a new police chief, I guess he was. It was a department of one, I think. So I’m not sure how chiefly he was. One day we headed out of town, to San Antonio to a wedding. Madeline was driving, with me in the front passenger seat and daughter in law Katherine in the back seat. This was a time when Bertram had the notable distinction of being one … Continue reading C’est la vie