The Chase

September 17, 1965, two kids were married. And three years later, I was born. This year Mom and Dad celebrated 54 years together.

"So Dad, what do you remember about your wedding?"

"Well, I was only 19, and we got married at the Scottsboro church of Christ. The preacher, ................,  did the ceremony. You know, he committed suicide."

"Right after he married you and Mom?"

"Nah, it was years later. I don't remember why or nothing, but I do remember he killed himself."

"Did you have a reception?"

"Yes, we did, down on the farm. Everybody went and had cake, but Linda and I didn't stay long."

"Why not?"

"Linda's brothers, your uncles, kept talking about kidnapping me and taking me down to the river. So we got out of there."

"Did they dress up your car?"

"Oh yeah! cans and shaving cream."

"Where did ya'll spend the night?"

 "We were driving out toward Murphreesboro on Nolenville's Road, we found a motel. It was a dump. I've been down that way, looking for it. It's probably been torn down."

"Didn't someone chase you and Mom all over town?"

"Yes, Talmage and Carolyn McClelland, Bobbie and Faye Riddle, ....................... - They were our best friends."

"How did you lose them?"

"We hid in an alley downtown. I sorta wish we had let them catch us."

"Why? What would they have done?"

"I have no idea, but it would have been fun."