I remember the night like it was just yesterday. I was maybe 15 or 16, we (Roger, Gene, and me) were hanging around under the Frederick Ave bridge over Gwynns Falls; that was a cool bridge that we would sometimes climb over the wall on the water side of the bridge to see who could cross .........but that's a story for another time........well back to the current story...somehow we had acquired a couple six packs of beer. We saw a railroad cop coming walking toward us along the railroad tracks and so we hurried up the side of the hill. We had just climbed back up when we were grabbed by two cops who were waiting at the top of the hill. They herded us into the back seat of the patrol car and proceeded to ask us for our names, Roger and I gave names and addresses that sounded like they could be real people & places; Gene on the other had gave them his real name, address, date of birth, mother's maiden name, etc.........well maybe just his real name and address. About this time, the officers noticed another group of teenages who were apparently enjoying a couple six packs also; they jumped out of the car, telling us to stay where we were and don't move! Well.......I looked at Roger .......he looked at me (Roger's stepfather was a cop).............. and we jumped out of the car and took off running and laughing for several blocks; I really don't remember if Gene followed us..........probably did........surely we would not have left him..........well Gene was always a slow runner and Roger & I could almost fly; Turns out Gene was the only one that got in trouble. Roger and I were thankful for fast feet and slow police.
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