My Dad the Drug Runner

About a week ago, my old man bought a Pontiac at a police auction. A good looking car, other than the radio being gone (same as all cars at these auctions. As soon as they're announced the whole lot is hit and stripped in one night. You'd think cops could look after their own stuff.). He decided to bid at the last moment, making one of the local sheriff's deputies unhappy.

Intending to give it to one of the grandkids, he put a new battery in it and was on his way to get new tires. It overheated on the Natchez Trace. While waiting for a tow, he probed around under the dash to see if he could find out why the turn signals wouldn't work.

He pulled out a small bundle - a rolled up paper towel held together with a rubber band. The rubber band broke, and spilled out white powder. My dad jumped out of the car and brushed the powder off his clothes, and then pulverized the rest into the dirt on the side of the road. He later told the story to another customer at the auto shop it was towed to, who asked very specific questions about the location of the breakdown.

This reminds me of how my dad's dad was involved in the illegal alcohol business when my dad was a kid, and another relative was murdered while transporting stolen cars. So this leads back around to another music video - Copperhead Road.