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It was late Sunday afternoon, and my son Joey and I had just concluded a visit with my folks. My little Dodge hot rod was parked on the street in front of their house. I'd just buckled Joey into his car seat and was about to slide behind the wheel when I was startled to hear someone say "Hi, Bill."
I looked up to see our county sheriff, Jesse Bane.
Bane lives near my folks and happened to see me as he drove by. And because we've known each other for 30 years, we always enjoy catching up.
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