School is back in session and a hint of fall is in the air. With that comes those first few exciting weeks of school and, of course, big weekend plans.
I grew up in a small rural town. As a teen we had our local buyer, you know, that guy in his mid twenties that still cruised by the high school during class time, ever so slowly to make sure that everyone knew he didn’t have to go to school. I don’t think he had a job either, but anyway, he was the town buyer.
Slip him enough for a six pack for himself and he’d buy you whatever you want.
Weekends were then spent in a field or on a dirt road drinking ourselves into a stupor on Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill, or whatever else we could afford.
It’s much different today. The word is out and everyone knows that drinking and driving is a deadly combination.
So let’s face it, you know the risk and you know the consequences.