Fifty or so years ago, I “California-ed” a stop sign, and then-Deputy Sheriff Kelly Wilson got me. I had been drinking. He took me to jail and told me I needed sleep. There was one other guy in jail (he’s still in town, but I won’t name him). I wanted to play cards or something; he told me to “shut up and go to sleep,” and I finally did.
I woke up fairly early and went to the jail door; it wasn’t locked. I told my cellmate, “I’m going. You coming?” He said, “No, I’ve only got a few days left.” I said, “Goodbye, I’m leaving.”
I left and went to work at Faler’s. All day, I saw no cops – I couldn’t believe it. Then, at 6 p.m., I went to my second job, bartending. Late in my shift, here comes Deputy Wilson. All I said was, “I guess you can see I escaped, but you left the door unlocked.”
Kelly said, “I know, Cort, I didn’t want you to miss work.” The absolute truth.
No paperwork, no “10 most wanted,” no nothing – a good guy.
P.S. The total county cop count was around eight back then. The county population was about 5,000.
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