We got into Chicago late last night; we had to take a slight detour through Mountain View, Arkansas that added about a few extra hours to the trip.
Our detour through Stone County was made necessary by Alan’s first (and last, I hope) trip to traffic court.
A couple of months ago, Alan and a friend were pulled over in Mountain View and he was cited for crossing the centerline.
It sounded to ME like one of those ticky-tack citations that two college-age males would typically receive in a small town if they weren’t paying attention to an unfamiliar road but the more important issue at hand was keeping the citation off Alan’s driving record and my insurance record.
Alan asked ME for legal advice because he knows that I have some experience in these matters (don’t ask why) and I told him that the best thing for him was to plead guilty and ask for some form of probation, such as driver safety school. I also told him to talk to the the prosecuting attorney in Stone County before his hearing and ask if he could do the course in White County in order to save another 4-hour round-trip trip to Mountain View.
But other than this advice, I decided to let Alan handle all of this on his own.
Before we got to court, I told Alan to prepare himself to be a very small fish in a much larger criminal pond and that his story would pale in comparison to most of the other cases before the court. As he was waiting to speak to the prosecuting attorney, he heard her tell at least two other individuals in a very matter-of-fact way, “You’re going jail today…”
At one point, Alan said to me, “Dad, this is really intimidating”. I said, “Good”.
The shortest version of Alan’s brush with the law is that he not only managed to get probation (six months) and driver’s school but the judge also dropped his fine completely upon the recommendation of the prosecuting attorney. I think his good fortune was a combination of speaking politely and in complete sentences to the judge, it was was his first offense, an attorney who wanted to do something nice for somebody for a change, and intercessory prayer.
Now he just has to keep his nose clean until he leaves for Florence in September.
As we were leaving courthouse, another individual who had been in court far more often than Alan had been, asked me if he could give him some advice. He put his arm around Alan’s shoulder and said, “Do whatever you can to stay out of the ’system’, son, because once you’re in, there’s no getting out”.
This gentleman seemed to know what he was talking about but he also seemed to think that Alan had been facing a far more serious charge than crossing the centerline.
The boy was already back in my good graces at that point but when he offered to pay for the extra cost of driving to Mountain View I was ready to let him out of his orange jumpsuit.
It was a nice way to start our vacation.