CHICAGO TRAFFIC POLICEMEN WRITE TICKETS FOR VIOLATIONS. BUT JUST
AS OFTEN (EXCEPT PARKING !) PEOPLE GET A "PASS", A WARNING TO BE
CAREFULL. AND JUST AS OFTEN, AT LEAST IN THE OLD DAYS, A PASS WAS
GIVEN AND A BUSINESS CARD WENT THE OTHER DIRECTION, FROM PASSEE
TO PASSER. "IF YOU EVER NEED.... "IF YOUR EVER IN THE AREA.." AND SO THE
STORY WENT. IT WAS KIND OF A POLITE YOU SCRATCH MY BACK, I'LL SCRATCH
YOURS KIND OF SITUATION. MY DAD DIDN'T LIKE PEOPLE WHO PUT A $FIVER
UNDER THE DRIVERS LICENSE...THAT MEANT A TICKET FOR SURE. BUT PEOPLE
WHO WERE CONTRITE, SORRY, FESSED UP TO THEIR TRAFFIC INDISCRETIONS,
OFTEN GOT THE "PASS". AND TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT, CHRISTMAS
AT OUR HOUSE WAS NEVER SHORT OF PACKAGES BROUGHT HOME
AFTER A SHIFT. TURKEYS, 12 YEAR-OLD SCOTCH, WHATNOTS, DO-DADS,
THINGAMAJIGS. IT WAS ALWAYS A BOUNTIFUL TIME. IT WASN'T GRAFT,
CORRUPTION, OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT. ITS WAS THANKS FOR THE BREAK.
IT WAS BEING A HUMAN BEING AMONGST PEOPLE YOU MET AND WORKED FOR,
AND WITH. THERE IS A GRAY AREA IN EVERYTHING...ITS WHAT MAKES LIFE
NOT ONLY POSSIBLE BUT TOLERABLE.