I recall a time (1965) when my brother and I thought it fun to hit passing trucks with stones. Made a large noise and we might have to run away from a PO'd truck driver. The beat cop pinched us. Walked us home holding me by the hair and my brother by his ear. (he had a crew cut)
Cop held one of us on the front porch while my mother took the strap to the @ss, then traded off for the next one. Welted, embarrassed in front of the neighbors, and fearful of going to jail next time, we never threw stones like that again.
I only wish they thought having us walk with a sign would have been punishment enough. Doesn't matter the home life and all that other PC BS. The kids learned a lesson.
Cop held one of us on the front porch while my mother took the strap to the @ss, then traded off for the next one. Welted, embarrassed in front of the neighbors, and fearful of going to jail next time, we never threw stones like that again.
I only wish they thought having us walk with a sign would have been punishment enough. Doesn't matter the home life and all that other PC BS. The kids learned a lesson.


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