The end of my budding forgery career
A few days ago I commented on someone’s blog that I still had my stuffed dog that I got in 1966 or so.
Looks like this:
Back in 1968 or so, that stuffed dog had a zipper on its belly so one could take out the stuffing and actually wash the dog. Yours truly found a different use for it.
Long-time readers will remember that I was a juvenile delinquent when my wise old grandmother adopted me. She gave me love and discipline, and ultimately straightened me out. However, before she did….
All of the businesses in my hometown of Kingsville, Texas, had parcel post openings in the alley doors. I was just skinny enough to fit through most of them, including the one at the post office.
One night I slipped into the post office, rummaged through all the mailboxes, and stole lots of boxes of checks. I went around forging checks and cashing them at the stores. Ultimately I think I had something like $1,800. Remembering that my wise old grandmother had a savings account at the Missouri Pacific Railroad Credit Union, I went down to open a savings account. Since I was under age, it required my wise old grandmother’s signature. No problem. I simply forged it, opened my account, and deposited $1,800 in it. I hid the savings account booklet — you remember those, don’t you?! — in the tummy of my little stuffed dog.
Each month I would go down to the Credit Union and let them put the interest amount in my account booklet. I was watching my money grow. So proud…………
One night I was looking at my savings booklet and my uncle saw the light in my room, came in, and saw me with the savings booklet with $1,800+ in it. That was the end of my savings account, and that was the end of my little stuffed dog with the zipper in its tummy. My wise old grandmother made a complete new tummy, without a zipper, and turned me in to the authorities, which solved a lot of their open forgery cases.
Fortunately, when my dad died, some of the life insurance proceeds went to set up a trust account for the children to get them through college. The trustee just happened to be the Kleberg County judge, and he helped my wise old grandmother work through the system so that I wasn’t taken away and put into some juvenile detention facility somewhere. That’s when I learned that it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.
And my budding forgery career? Came to an end very quickly.
Before Zoey the Cool Cat would give her approval for this post, she thought that a cat should be in it so that the dog didn’t get all the glory. So here’s a flash video of Zoey the Cool Cat doing what she does best, looking very queenly in her favorite late afternoon/early evening spot:
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