Memoirs

Well, the cop turned on the flashing red lights; he was pulling us over. We’re about a mile and a half from home. What would you do?

Broken bones from a car accident. It was not my fault, but a girl died, which naturally weighed heavy on my mind. Lost my truck, too..

I suffered a lack of poor judgment when I mistakenly believed the car beside me was some punk in Daddy’s new Dodge Charger.

Today we celebrate the life of Ronald Walter Bayliss. For posterity, here is the eulogy I wrote..