What is this world coming to?

Perhaps this should be called fiction and because the only name remembered isn't mentioned, it may well be.

My son and I recently participated in an organized bicycle ride out of the small town of Glen Rose, TX near where I grew up.  This ride coincided with the first annual moonshine festival in Somerville County of which Glen Rose is the county seat.  Up until about 1970 the county was dry.  The area is infamous for moonshiners during and after prohibition and had many bootlegging operations up until finally voting wet.  I remembered this story as we visited the town square after the bike ride.  It was told to me by someone who died many years ago.  This particular night was probably sometime in the late 40s or early 50s.  Recalled here in 1st person as it was told to me.........

We were all sitting around the square drinking one Saturday night with the sheriff.  About 10:30 we ran out of booze.  The sheriff said "What is this world coming to, 10:30 and we don't have anything to drink.  You boys wait right here, I will be back directly."

The sheriff staked out the house of a known bootlegger.  After a short time, one of the locals showed up, made a purchase and started to drive away.  The sheriff got out of his car and stopped him before he could leave.  "Son, I think you have had enough to drink tonight.  I will take that bottle.  Why don't you just head on home."

The sheriff then drove back to the town square where we were all still sitting around smoking cigarettes and talking about hunting dogs.  He got out of his car with the new bottle, which we gratefully shared.

Always good to have the law on your side.......

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