Monday, March 30, 2015

Speaking of my Father...

One of the more interesting stories my Dad told was a time (before he met my Mother) when he and his friends from Germany he came over with went to get a drink during Prohibition. So, they went to Canada.

They got drunk as a skunk and, before heading home, each bought as many pints of booze as they could afford. They stuck them in their pants, held up with their belts, pulled out their shirts and drove across the border to Detroit.

The cop that stopped them asked if they had any booze with them. My Dad said, "Its all under my belt," patting his stomach.

The cop said, "I can see that!" and waved them through...