I was drive'n on roads I wasn't familiar with and look'n fer the house of a good friend of mine who, at that time was the Police Chief of Logan, WV. He'd give'n me directions but I accidentally took a turn up the wrong "Holler".
I knew sumthin was wrong after I had driven for about ten minutes further up into the holler than what I should have driven accord'n t'his directions. As I neared the end of the Holler, me and my car with New York plates (and Police PBA stickers on the side window) were greeted with a scene that looked somethin like all of the below photygraffs.....
Now Sir, this was a real "Awww Shit!" moment t'be sure. I told them I was lost and I'll be leaving immediately but they weren't satisfied with that and a couple of them stood behind my car. They spotted the Member PBA (Police Benevolent Association) on the side window and asked if'n I was "Law". Well Sir, obviously lie'n wouldn't have wurked at this point so's I answered "Yup, up in New York".
After a couple a more questions one of em finally asked, "Well, who ya look'n fer?" At this point I didn't know if I should tell them the Police Chief of Logan or not. Finally, figure'n out I didn't know hardly anyone in this area at all, I told them, "Police Chief So & So, he's a friend of mine". After a few seconds went by, one of em finally said, "Well why didn'tcha ya say you was friends with So & So in the first place. He's in the next holler over". They all became visibly more relaxed and in no time I was head'n back out of that holler as fast as I could. WHEW!!
I found out later frum my friend the Chief that these here folks had a few "Stills" operating a little further up into the holler. He also told me I was pretty lucky to be in one piece as these here folks definitely didn't cotton to strangers, specially "Law" folks. The Police Chief had lived his whole life in the area and was known by everyone and he had a good relationship going with this particular clan.
So, if'n yur ever down in the lower part of WV, careful which hollers ya drive into!!!
6 comments:
This reminds me of my visit to Mobile, Alabama in 1976. I was hitchhiking across the southern coast (a whole story on it's own) I was riding with an ex-con, a prostitute and a wild malmute dog. We had a flat, with no jack, right in front of the courthouse in Mobile on a Sunday morning! Here comes Big Bubba the Sherrif's deputy...Long story short; Our female companion went with him around the back of the courthouse and came back with a jack. He told us to GIT and don't come back...We skedaddled!
Sounds like ya made the right move mate, especially around just about any place in Alabama!!
Yur story sorta reminde me of the song "Uneasy Rider"!
I work with a guy from Welch,West Virginia.The pictures posted kinda looks like some of his family.
LOL, thank you Cookie. I love your stories! :)
Youngest son got married at a mountain resort in West Virginia last winter....some of us went into town for beer, supplies, more beer, gas, more beer....the folks looked similar....
"Deke" probably is!!
"Nikki", thanks amiga, appreciated. I'll see if'n I can spin a few more!
Pat, yupper, from up around Morgantown down to the Logan area there seems to be a common fashion and fitness fad in WV!!
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