My rejoicing was interrupted, thought, when I heard a police siren.
It doesn’t snow very often in Belton Texas. When I was a senior in High school it snowed several inches. So, what do you think was the first thing that popped into our minds to do? Build a snowman? By no means! A friend of mine and I decided to try snowball jousting. We made snowballs, stacked them in our cars, lowered the driver side windows, played hide and seek in the car, and when we saw each other, we would launch a snowball at the opponent’s open window. One time, about a block from school, I was at a stop sign when my friend drove right in front of me. I leaned out the window of my car and threw a perfect strike, hitting him in the left ear. My rejoicing was interrupted, though, when I heard a police siren behind me. I was pulled over for throwing an object out of the car. As the officer was lecturing me, I could hear the school bell ringing so I said, “That’s the bell ending lunch; I can’t be late to class.” He replied, “OK, but meet me at the police station after school.” The police station was in the fire house, above the fire engine bays. It was one room with two jail cells in it. (Sort of like the jail cells in Andy of Mayberry) I set there for 45 minutes waiting for him, staring at the cells, thinking I might become a resident. However, I calmed myself with the thought that my father was one of the “town fathers,” one of the community leaders. Maybe I would get a break. When the officer arrived, I realized I had never seen him before. It was his first day on the job. He lectured me about how I could have caused an accident by hitting my friend in the ear (which was very true) and then told me that he was creating a permanent record so that if I was ever caught throwing something out of a car again, I would be arrested. Oops! My career as an Olympic snowball jouster officially ended that day.
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