Later on, he began driving to the train station to get into the city. One morning, worried he might miss the train, he sped through a school zone. A police cruiser saw him barrel through and gave chase, but had to stop for the crossing children. When the cops finally caught up, my father had left his car and was already on the train. Unable to prove he was the one driving, the police could do nothing more than issue a parking ticket. This story made the newspaper. It would be the first of many unflattering press clippings.
