Several years ago on Christmas Eve the family was gathered at my aunt’s house for our usual dinner and opening-of-presents in central Indiana. At that time, my cousin lived in Indianapolis. She was a single mom caring for a toddler and an infant. She drove a rusty, twenty-year-old K-car. It was snowing pretty hard, and she was driving her infant and her toddler to the Christmas Eve celebrations in the snow, in her rusty K-car.
And a cop stopped her in Anderson and ticketed her for having a tail light out.
On Christmas Eve.
In the snow.
In a crummy K-car.
With an infant and a toddler in the back.
Somehow, I never processed just how crummy that was until today.
But, dang, somewhere in Anderson, there’s a psychopathic cop. I’m sure he’s going to hell.