First day back

is my 'ass day' in that I sit on my ass and do whatever the hell I feel like.

Last night I got drafted to snag someone at the airport which makes me grin because of something I did about 40 years ago that I STILL get teased about.

Back when I was in the service and home on leave I was asked to go into Logan and pick someone up. I had done this from time to time for the past few years. He was a businessman and really quite a colorful character.

He had the obligatory 2 cars, of course. One was a nice luxury car and the other was a dilapidated beat up old jalopy that the neighborhood kids would work on to keep running because we thought it was funny to see a big shot tooling around in such a rat. The car had a name, it was called 'Vomit'.

Anyway, I had a pretty slick idea on how to bust this guys chops and called a friend.

I donned a suit. Yes, the kind you wear with a necktie. Sheesh! I ain't THAT much of a hick. Oh, yeah. I also wore my GI lowquarters, those shiny black FBI shoes.

I went into my toy box and found a set of handcuffs I had come across somewhere and off we went to Logan. We took his car as we usually did.

He was expecting me to show, so my cohort sat down with a newspaper with a hole in it keeping out of sight at the luggage rack awaiting the pair of us. My partner was dressed sort of biker-ish and would easily pass as an undercover officer if he was with me.

I met him at the gate, which you could do back then and we went to the luggage carousel and waited. I knew his bag from past pickups and when I saw it I snagged it.

My cohort had put down his paper and had sneaked up behind him.

I pulled the bag off of the carousel, quickly opened it and gave my cohort a somber nod.

"Patrick O'Donnell, Federal marshals.You're under arrest for distribution of narcotics!" he said authoritativly and quickly cuffed him before he knew what had happened.

I picked up the bag in my right hand and took his arm with the other and the pair of us escorted him out of the airport in handcuffs for all to see.

He protested the entire way until we got him out of the terminal where we uncuffed him. When we got to the car he figured he'd get his pound of flesh so he hopped in and quickly locked the doors figuring to drive off and leave us stranded at the airport parking lot.

As he was putting the key in the ignition, my cohort rapped on the window and held up a distributor rotor.

He blushed, shook his head and unlocked the door and let us in.

When we got in he asked us if we had plans on reinstalling the rotor and my partner in crime grinned and said, It came out of his MG.

That's when he caved in and had a fit of uncontrolable laughter. He had been set up by a couple of pros and knew it.

We laughed about it all the way home.

Of course, someone we knew saw the whole thing and it went all over town but back then people would laugh such shenanigans off. Today there would be penalty markers thrown for that one.








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