Ever Been Thrown in the Clink?

In my thirties, still not knowing why I had embarrassing tremors, hands and head, in one week I had 3 days of a one a day appointment. No, no, no, I couldn't let my 'weird' shaking be seen so I drank enough alcohol each day to still them for the length of each appointment. And I went without dream sleep each of those nights which caused me to hallucinate on the fourth day after. I imagined teenagers were causing problems outside and phoned the police. ( :rolleyes:)

Cops barged into apt. and took me to jail, I slept in clink overnight wearing too small P Js. Next day stood in front of a judge who asked me how I pled over my (false) complaint. I said, not guilty, thought a moment after hearing I'd have to go to court. Yikes, my shaking would be exposed! cuz of not having any alcohol to hold them still! So I asked, what would happen if I said guilty? Taken aback, the judge then said something about no court appearance. Greatly relieved, I said, Then I plead guilty. :LOL:

He just mumbled something and sent be home. And that was the end of that. But from it I learned how much alcohol not to drink for appointments. Thankfully not many months later a doc diagnosed E T and prescribed pills that helped for several years. No more need for alcohol. The End
 

papa tiger said:
I understand that many cities charge you to stay overnight in their Jails.
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True, I know a few guys who went right back to jail for not paying. It's a county trick most people know about here. They try to get people to sign a contract when they are first arrested. Or try it on the way out or they won't be released. Most people just tell the deputies to kiss their butt don't sign it.
 
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Michael Z said:
No, but if I did the same things now that I did in my younger former life, I would almost certainly be wearing orange. Police back in the 70s were not so quick to arrest for drunk and disorderly behavior as they are now.
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For me it was the 60's. Looking back on it the cops let a lot of things slide with just an ass chewing instead of an arrest. At least for us white kids.
 

No, but i had a few hairy moments in 1966 on a lonesome stretch of Mississippi Highway with some county LEOs. My sister and i were volunteers working the Meredith March. On this day i was riding with her as she took two Black college students from the March line back to a city where they could catch public transport to get back for there summer session classes.

While she was not always the most careful driver, it was daylight, she wasn't speeding or driving erratically. No legit reason to stop. But when he looked at registration, he asked "Who is Frederick _______?" Simultaneously we said 'Our Dad.' (i was floored she hadn't registered car in her own name.) Despite her license showing the same last name he decided they'd have to run the plates for stole vehicle reports and i think he called Tampa police too. In the meantime he asked just her and i to get out of the car.

I remembered i had a copy of my Florida birth certificate in purse (didn't drive at time) my middle name is Fredericka & of course Dad was listed on it as my father which i pointed out calmly to him. It was twilight thick forest on either side of highway, my mind turned to scenarios worse than jail. (Goodman, Schwerner & Chaney). He went to see what his partner had learned.

Then he walked back toward us looking very upset. He stopped and held out my birth certificate, signaling me to come get it. As he let go he said "There's a mistake on this document, they got race wrong.". He turned, muttering we could go, while i struggled to stifle a laugh-- partly from relief and partly that he was stupid enough to think he'd insulted me.

Addition: i had however been fingerprinted and had a background check done in NJ in 1964 as part of my VISTA application process.
 
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Beezer said:
I have and it wasn't fun. It was a misunderstanding and I was released.

Part of my late Brother's wedding speech...

"Mom raised us well. None of us have ever been in jail, and we can all play the piano!" (y)
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No. In fact, I'm so damn boring, I've never been arrested.

There were some things I might have been arrested for, though. Like, one night out in Washington, DC. It was the first and last time I tried having a "yard of ale". Two of those and essentially I blacked out. I was driven home that night by a non-drinker, and when I woke the next day I found the back seat of the car was filled with flowers and plants. I'd apparently gathered them along the way.

I have no memory from how that happened. The last thing I remember was placing the yard of ale into its stand.
 
Yes, for racing on a public street while I was on leave from the AF.
Charges were reckless driving, exhibition of speed, and running a stop sign.
I just thought of it as proving a point, but the judge disagreed.
I told him to do whatever he wanted to me, but please don't tell my commanding officer at the base, because there would be hell to pay.
He never did, so I spent the night in jail and $115 dollar fine.
 
feywon said:
No, but i had a few hairy moments in 1966 on a lonesome stretch of Mississippi Highway with some county LEOs. My sister and i were volunteers working the Meredith March. On this day i was riding with her as she took two Black college students from the March line back to a city where they could catch public transport to get back for there summer session classes.

While she was not always the most careful driver, it was daylight, she wasn't speeding or driving erratically. No legit reason to stop. But when he looked at registration, he asked "Who is Frederick _______?" Simultaneously we said 'Our Dad.' (i was floored she hadn't registered car in her own name.) Despite her license showing the same last name he decided they'd have to run the plates for stole vehicle reports and i think he called Tampa police too. In the meantime he asked just her and i to get out of the car.

I remembered i had a copy of my Florida birth certificate in purse (didn't drive at time) my middle name is Fredericka & of course Dad was listed on it as my father which i pointed out calmly to him. It was twilight thick forest on either side of highway, my mind turned to scenarios worse than jail. (Goodman, Schwerner & Chaney). He went to see what his partner had learned.

Then he walked back toward us looking very upset. He stopped and held out my birth certificate, signaling me to come get it. As he let go he said "There's a mistake on this document, they got race wrong.". He turned, muttering we could go, while i struggled to stifle a laugh-- partly from relief and partly that he was stupid enough to think he'd insulted me.

Addition: i had however been fingerprinted and had a background check done in NJ in 1964 as part of my VISTA application process.
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Good on you, Feywon, risking arrest for all the right reasons! I took part in a few marches but they were in Columbus and New York. I don't know if I would have had the courage for Mississippi.

I got asked if I was a "______ lover," a few times. I would always answer a flat , "Yes." It befuddled them.
 
Della said:
Good on you, Feywon, risking arrest for all the right reasons! I took part in a few marches but they were in Columbus and New York. I don't know if I would have had the courage for Mississippi.

I got asked if I was a "______ lover," a few times. I would always answer a flat , "Yes." It befuddled them.
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That as my usual response when i got called that in my NJ high school hallways and it confused them too.
 
Years ago, my next-door neighbor's elderly mother told me about his teenage and young adult years when he had a souped-up hotrod that the police were very familiar with. Apparently, he could out-run them and did on a regular basis.

Our city at that time was a relatively small place, so they didn't chase him. They'd just drop by his house and tell his mother, "Miz Jones, when your boy Bobby comes home tonight, tell him to get himself down to the station to get arrested."

She'd wait up for him or leave him a note and he'd go to the station. Most of the time, they'd toss him in a cell for a few hours and then make him pay a fine. That'd be it until the next time.
 
I've been handcuffed and put in to the back of a police car, but never thrown in jail. They took me down to a hospital where my alcohol blood level was checked and then somehow my Mother persuaded them to let her take me home instead of jail. Classes were advised and done, and my license was suspended for 6mos. A fine was also paid. I no longer drink and drive.
 
Tommy said:
Once . . . for hitchhiking on the interstate. :rolleyes:
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Really? You were jailed for hitchhiking on the interstate? Here in PA, it’s only a summary offense. At the very most, we only issue a citation with a court date and the judge sets the fine, tosses the case, or suspends a sentence. I picked up a few hitchhikers on the interstates and turnpike and took them off the highway. I made sure they were in a safe location and had money to call a friend. It’s not worth all the time spent doing the paperwork and the court time involved and me making a court appearance.

We always checked them out for wants or outstanding warrants. If they were drunk, they were more dangerous to themselves by stumbling out onto the highway and getting whacked by an 18-wheeler. I do have a conscience.
 
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Michael Z said:
No, but if I did the same things now that I did in my younger former life, I would almost certainly be wearing orange. Police back in the 70s were not so quick to arrest for drunk and disorderly behavior as they are now.
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So true I bought a 1968 Cadillac off a guy who FINALLY lost his license for good after NINE arrests for drunk driving. $100 bucks and after talking with a mechanic, the cost of bringing it up to snuff, was too much.

So l junked it out.

EDIT: I was busted for vandalism. Why? because I was stupid. Arrested but no jail or court, repaid damage.
 
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