We had a busy week last week, with meetings or supper dates every evening from Tuesday to Saturday, mostly for one birthday or another. Our family has lots of August birthdays. The Saturday meal was a church supper at the West Bethel Church, and that is always an excellent meal.
As I indicated last week, Brother Rupert has a reputation for his well-established sense of humor. Another example follows.
Quite a few years ago, while I was home on leave, he told me this one. It must have happened in the '60s or '70s when he still had the ’36 two-door Chevy coupe. He had bought the car about 1953 from a woman in Norway who had always kept it in the garage and had put only 10,000 miles on it. The car engine still had the original tan paint on it when Rupert got it for $100. The whole car was a tan color until 1957, when he loaned it to me to drive Rupert Jr. to Gould Academy; that year I painted the fenders bright green to cover up some of the rust. I returned the car to Rupert after I graduated from Gould.
Rupert was driving down Kings Highway in the tan/green coupe and slowed down to turn right on what is now Meadowbrook Bridge road. He had to wait for a car turning on to the Kings Highway from the opposite direction. He recognized the other car as belonging to the local game warden. As Rupert turned right, heading for Albany, he saw the warden’s car stop, turn around and start following him. “I told the wife he must have seen something on our car and wants to check it out. Watch me give him a thrill. So I stepped on the gas, sped around the corner, up over Meeting House Hill and down the other side, turned right at the four corners and headed toward Crocker Pond and the Albany Town House. I left a great cloud of dust as I headed towards the Hibbard place where Joan Gamble lives now; then I slowed down after I got onto the narrow road through the woods where the game warden couldn’t get by me. He stayed right on my tail all the way through the woods till we came to the stop sign at the intersection with Route 5. He stopped right behind me, got out and walked around behind my car and came up to the driver’s door. ‘That splotch of red paint on your trunk lid looked mighty suspicious when I first saw it!’ Then he got back into his car and drove off.”