>> Saturday, December 3, 2011
I pulled to a stop at the red light … glancing in my rearview mirror. That’s when I saw it. Behind me was a police car. Instantly I was on the alert. I have to do everything right or he’ll pull me over. When the light changed, I turned left. So did he. Swell. I wonder how long he will be behind me? Glancing at my speedometer, I made sure I signaled before I changed lanes. He signaled to change lanes too. This is nerve-wracking. When is he going to go somewhere else?