the old days

Well, Woody is fine and safe but having operator difficulties with the intrepid Spot device -- technology could ruin the world. To keep us all in good spirits, I decided to share a story of days past. This dates back to December of 2003 when young Wood was foolish and naive. I was in school when I got a call from Woody, who had just experienced some civil injustice after sticking up for a friend in a bar fight, in his own words:

"The police were there, asked me what happened. Asked me to sit in the back of the police car so they could ask me questions. I waited for at least ten minutes, by my own free will, in the back of the car with no contact from any police officer. At this point I got upset because no one would talk to me. I banged on the window. Two cops got into the car and drove me to the
police station. I asked them why I was being taken to jail. They simply said, 'Because you were fighting and now you are not cooperating'...I also continually asked if I could make a phone call--to which they told me, 'It's not like the movies, you don't actually have the right to a phone call'...The guy at desk made some crack about my name--'Is your brother's name Pete Seeger?' Real fucking funny, asshole."

Oh, man I am laughing remembering this story (my response was even more ridiculous) -- yes, Woody sure has come a long way since then. And for the record, he defeated the city attorney and got all charges dropped, with merely a pocket constitution, the name of an old folk singer, and the will of a Norwegian monster.

-- luludilly