Bill Etcher was driving fast, almost recklessly. He was furious and found that he almost wanted to be stopped by a cop. This idea was tempered when Bill remembered he didn"t have a license and he"d go back to jail if he got stopped. He slowed the old pickup just a little as he entered town, spotted the tavern on the corner and made a quick decision. With brakes squealing in protest, he brought the truck to a stop.
This tavern was one of his favorites, he would frequently stop here for an hour or more before heading home from work. He"d been planning to go directly home tonight, but after what had happened, he knew he couldn"t face his wife, Marsha without indulging in a few drinks. There were times when she was the most uncaring person in the world and his anger increased as he thought ab
