Aunt Opal

Aunt Opal

I told my cousins right away that when they were right I’d help ‘em out, but when they were drunk or fighting or breaking the law they were going to jail. And they accepted that, and didn’t seem to hold a grudge.

 I had an aunt that was bad to get drunk and get disorderly. And, uh, one night we, the police department, received a call that a woman was walking down the middle of Bernard Avenue. And, it was after dark, and Bobby Britton was dispatched to check her out. Well, it turned out that the lady walking down Bernard Avenue was my Aunt Opal. 

So, she was cussing and carryin’ on, and on the way to the station. Bobby said, well Aunt Opal, don’t you recognize me? She said no, who are you. Bobby said, I’m Kenneth. She reached over and patted him on the back and said, god damn honey I didn’t recognize you. And she was civil all the way to the police department.