You would think Bob would let sleeping Dawgs lie, but oh no.....next thing he will reveal is our old expression: "What happens in Maine, Stays in Maine" That ISN'T just for Vegas, and we coined it before Bugsy even went out in the damned desert.
I would be 50 years before Fred slowed down enough to have a brand new officer pull us over and ask: "Where is the fire, Mario?" To answer the question Fred would casually say: It's a young filly down in Eastport!"
Belated thanks to the Maine State Police for supporting that noble quest to satisfy a burning desire! They are tough, but they have a softer side in an emergency. I think it was nearly 6 months before Fred could wipe that smile off his face after that weekend. We thought it might take surgery, but he looked soooooo good grinning like that.........WTF.