My first car ever purchased with all the money I made corn detasseling and refereeing indoor soccer was a ‘86 Buick LeSabre. It came from Texas to Michigan less than a week earlier so I figured it was at least road worthy. The test drive proved that and my mechanic gave it a thumbs up. Clean title, 3rd owner and freedom to 16 year old me.

The next day there are two sherrifs at my door wanting to know about the car’s previous owner. Apparently he had kidnapped his two children from his ex wife and fled San Antonio. I told them where I got the car from and who I dealt with and they went on their way. It was a good boat till it hit that danm telephone pole that jumped out into the middle of the street.