Since Halloween is just around the corner, I have a memorable story to relate.
I guess I was about 15 years of age and Halloween must have fallen on the weekend that year, for I had gone to town to see what was happening and wouldn’t have done so on a school night. Being 15 meant I was too old to go Trick or Treating and too young to go to a dance, so we just hung out standing on the sidewalk and watched cars pass by.
Someone came along and said one of the local egg farmers was in the bar in the Oliver Hotel and his car was parked on the street with the back of it full of trays of eggs. Someone got him out of the bar and we all bought a tray of eggs from him.
To set the scene correctly, there was a car wash on either end of town. We began to throw the eggs at the local police force car as it drove past. The officers drove through the car wash and came back for another run through the gauntlet. We gave them our offering and they drove down to the other car wash for another cleaning.
This happened half a dozen times and we never did clue in about the car washes until later.
We bought more ammo from the egg man.
At one point we were waiting for the men in uniform to drive by, when a couple of cowboys decided to run the gauntlet. We gave them a sample of our goods and they came screeching to a stop, jumped out of the truck and began to chase us. We scattered like sparrows. It was difficult running and coddling a tray of eggs but we all managed to salvage some.
The cowboys caught one fellow and broke all his eggs on him. They then returned to their truck and headed for the car wash.
The egg man sold all his eggs to us and since he hadn’t any cartons left for us we carried them in our pockets, many of us had scrambled eggs to deal with.
The only one to get into trouble for that night was the egg man. The profit he made from us went to the fine he had to pay for what ever the fine was. It seemed like the officers of the law were not amused with his contribution to our prankish night.