My father lived in some small town in Oklahoma as a small child during the depression. There was a guy who ran a greasy spoon who kept a pet coyote chained up in the back and one day it got away. He offered my dad some money to find it and he did. The guy who ran the greasy spoon was Clyde Barrow.
Whoa !
He surprised Bill by asking how the River Dogs were doing (Bill is ownership of the minor league baseball team).
He ended up helping Bill with his crossword puzzle on the flight home.
Wow!
That story is weird on all sorts of levels. It’s the kind you tell at the end of a camping trip. Thanks for sharing.
My grandad was a taxi driver in Waco in the 20s and 30s. One day, a man and woman get into his cab. He takes them to their destination, and the man pays with $100 bill. At that time, most people didn’t even know what a $100 bill looked like. My grandad said that he couldn’t accept it because he couldn’t make change. The man said keep the rest as a tip and said, “You can always say that you rode with Bonnie and Clyde.”