Happiness is getting kicked out of the cop car. In 1971, 18 year old me hitch hiking from Hammond to Baton Rouge with two doobies in a Marlboro pack and a lid in my sock. Got dropped off at my exit in Baton Rouge and start walking to my friends house. Got about 20 yds down the exit ramp and a state trooper pulls up along side and says *get in*. I got in his car. I was scared schitless! He doesn’t say a word to me but immediately gets on his radio and asked dispatch for suspect description. He then gives me a hard look and says *get out*. With my heart pounding, I scrammed like a rat from a cat.
Happiness is...
Finding the 1 screw missing from my all metal Hegel H200 remote while cleaning under my couch cushions for the first time in years before I sucked it into the vacuum.... 