This morning I had a delicious breakfast at the Runcible Spoon with Ron Osgood and Thom Gillespie.
Afterwards, I blew a stop sign at 4th & Dunn. I don’t know if I was tired or fiddling with the radio or what. I just didn’t see the sign.
The good news is that this screw-up didn’t result in a traffic accident. The bad news is that there was a cop right behind me.
When he saw my Louisiana driver’s license with the New Orleans address, and I explained that I was headed back there in two days, I thought maybe I’d catch a break.
Not so. He wrote me a citation, or a “complaint” as it says on the paperwork, for an “infraction.”
He didn’t have a fine schedule for me, so I had to call the Monroe Circuit Court to learn what I owe: $113.50.
I wanted to go right down there and pay cash, but the clerk told me the officer’s paperwork won’t be processed for a couple weeks, so it looks like I’ll have to mail a money order from New Orleans.