In My Opinion

Freedom to move about the country is a wonderful privilege. Let us be appreciative of our freedom this fourth of July week. Recently, I was taking a late-night walk, in Owenton, Kentucky. Owenton is a little town of maybe six hundred people in rural north central Kentucky. I had just finished watching the sad Biden-Trump debate and decided that a walk and some ice cream sounded good I walked to our local convenience store which is about a half mile from where I was staying in Owenton. It was a beautiful summer night and I only saw two cars on the road in route to the store. I bought an ice cream bar, and had it eaten within twenty steps of the store when the only car I saw on the way home pulled up beside me and someone asked, "Sir, are you alright?" It was the local city police. I responded, "Yes sir, I'm doing fine." He asked, "Would you like a ride home?" To which I replied, "No sir, I'm just out for a walk." He then asked, "Have you been drinking?" I replied, "No sir, just been eating a Snicker's Ice Cream Bar." He continued, "Are you sure?" "Yes sir, I'm sure." He then asked, "Where are you going?" I told him the street which was only about five more minutes of walking time. I thought all was well as he and another policeman drove off, but they made a U-turn and pulled right back up in front of me. The cop got out of the car and told me he wanted to do a breathalyzer test. I've never had one in my life. I agreed to it. He was right in the middle of the street. I walked out to meet him, and he told me to blow into the straw. I complied. He shook his head because, of course, the test was negative. He told me his name and I responded by telling him mine and we shook hands. He told me to be safe walking home. He then wanted to know exactly where I lived, and I gave him the street name and house number.