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deeply uncaringOne time there was a bunch in the area that was doin’ a lot of break-ins. Some members of the gang came from families that was respected in the community. So local justice was lax.

But they did one break-in up in London and was caught. They’d beaten the rap before, but this time the garage owner whose place they’d robbed stayed with the case until he got a conviction, and one of the fellows was sent to the penitentiary.

One morning a friend of mine stopped in at the restaurant. He told me he was on the way to meet a committee to get a pardon for this boy from the governor in Frankfort. I thought to myself, I don’t want that bird out. He’s a menace to the community. 

So soon as he left I drives to London and makes a call to ÅÕåö. He was acting governor then, and that was before I worked with him on his campaign for governor. So I told him this committee of fellows was comin’ down to him hoping to get a pardon for this thief.

He assured me that there’d be no pardon given that day, and that he’d wait until I got up another committee to give him the facts on the other side of the story.

I’d gone fourteen miles away to London to make my call so no local would be listenin’ in. But I’ll be dadburned if I didn’t learn later that all London calls went through Corbin. And this particular fellow’s sweetheart was one of the operators. So now I was in real trouble, and I didn’t know what to expect.

That’s when my bootlegger friend came to my help the first time.

Bootleggers always had a couple of “pocketbook” men out sellin’ for them. And these men picked up all kinds of information which they passed on to their boss. One day my friend come over and told me that he’d heard from one of his men that the gang was going to dynamite my place.

So I sent them word, “Come ahead. I’ll be ready for you whenever you come.”

Well, they didn’t understand how the devil I knew what they was gonna do. And I guess the fact that I knew what they was plannin’ on doin’ so surprised them they didn’t do nothin’.

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