At Least She Wasn't Speeding
Unless you have lived through what Cici and I go through each six week term, you might not appreciate the feeling it gives us when she successfully completes another term. She just finished her second six week term of her sophomore year on Friday. We are safe for another term, and Ping and I will be walking tall at report card night again this week.
Time has flown by; Cici is already one third of the way through her sophomore year, and it seems like just yesterday that we were worried about she we would ever make it through the first six week term of her freshman year.
Whatever the class, whatever the obstacle, Cici has risen to the occasion. I couldn't be more proud of her efforts. We are already thinking seriously about college.
Raindrops are falling on the skylights this evening, but marching band is essentially over for this school year, so the rain is of little consequence. Concert band will begin soon, and before we know it Cici will be on the band tour up through Chicago and into Wisconsin.
So what about the title to this post?
Ping was stopped by a policeman as she drove through one of the Memorial Villages on the way to pick Cici up at school after the football game on Friday night. I have cautioned her repeatedly about not speeding. They have the speed limit artificially lowered to 30 mph so as to catch unsuspecting drivers. They ticket people with no tolerance.
I was driving slowly, Ping told me, but the policeman turned around and came up behind me. It was a two lane road so there was no place to stop. I kept driving slowly until I reached a grassy place where I could stop. I expected he would be angry with me, she said.
He asked for my driver's license. I told him I had forgotten to bring it, and I was on my way to pick up my daughter after her school's football game. I told him I lived nearby and could call my husband to bring my license to me. He asked if I had proof of insurance. I told him yes, it was in the glove box, but he didn't ask to see it. He asked for my name and date of birth and address, and I gave it to him. Then he told me I could go. No driver's license, no green card, no identification of any kind, but he let her go. She has no idea how lucky she was.
Time has flown by; Cici is already one third of the way through her sophomore year, and it seems like just yesterday that we were worried about she we would ever make it through the first six week term of her freshman year.
Whatever the class, whatever the obstacle, Cici has risen to the occasion. I couldn't be more proud of her efforts. We are already thinking seriously about college.
Raindrops are falling on the skylights this evening, but marching band is essentially over for this school year, so the rain is of little consequence. Concert band will begin soon, and before we know it Cici will be on the band tour up through Chicago and into Wisconsin.
So what about the title to this post?
Ping was stopped by a policeman as she drove through one of the Memorial Villages on the way to pick Cici up at school after the football game on Friday night. I have cautioned her repeatedly about not speeding. They have the speed limit artificially lowered to 30 mph so as to catch unsuspecting drivers. They ticket people with no tolerance.
I was driving slowly, Ping told me, but the policeman turned around and came up behind me. It was a two lane road so there was no place to stop. I kept driving slowly until I reached a grassy place where I could stop. I expected he would be angry with me, she said.
He asked for my driver's license. I told him I had forgotten to bring it, and I was on my way to pick up my daughter after her school's football game. I told him I lived nearby and could call my husband to bring my license to me. He asked if I had proof of insurance. I told him yes, it was in the glove box, but he didn't ask to see it. He asked for my name and date of birth and address, and I gave it to him. Then he told me I could go. No driver's license, no green card, no identification of any kind, but he let her go. She has no idea how lucky she was.
She certainly does not know! She never found out why she was pulled over, before the officer left?
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She wasn't asking any questions, Smitty, but we had a long conversation about people sometimes posing as cops, and being careful, especially at night, to only pull over in a well lighted area with other people around.
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