I may be a little fuzzy on some of the details of this story. I wasn’t paying attention until after the story was told, and the coffee sipper absolutely wouldn’t budge from his “I’m-telling-you-guys-the-truth” position. Sometimes you risk wasting time paying attention listening to an obviously crazy story, and sometimes you miss some of the details of a true story because you thought it was a crazy story.
This one turns out to be true.
Jack lives in the country. When you want to get back to town from Jack’s house, you have to turn around between their house and their barn and come back out the way you came in. It’s a dead-end deal.
Jack and his longtime bride were watching television several nights ago, heard a commotion and became concerned. When Jack opened the back door, he saw that a pickup had come onto their property, damaged a fence, run into a wall of the barn and damaged the plumbing (flooding the tack room) before coming to a stop.
At this point, I should mention that the pickup was being followed by eight police vehicles.
Now for the part of the story in which Jack opens the back door: He didn’t have time to ask even one question when he heard the voice of a police officer yell, “Sir! Close that door! We haven’t caught him yet!”
From the safety provided by the pane of glass in their back door, Jack saw his dog looking up into a tree. Then he saw the police officers looking at the dog … looking up into the tree.
Then Jack saw the officers look into the eyes of the unlucky man who had stolen the truck at a gas station in Azle, been chased by the police down Jack’s dead-end road, hopped over the fence into the backyard … and gotten treed by Jack’s dog.
Gerre Joiner is a semi-retired church musician and has lived in Decatur since 1999.