Laura Hall
This is a story about Uncle Ray, my parents, cars, a gun and Sylvia?s. Visualize a Sonic with the carhops serving beer (in some ways, the past was more relaxed and fun as this story illustrates) in Oak Cliff, around the intersection of Fort Worth Avenue and N. Westmoreland Rd. This evening, Uncle Ray and my parents, Joe and Edie (she was very pregnant with Clif) were cruising downtown Dallas. They were all in the front seat, with Joe driving, Edie in the middle and Uncle Ray was shotgun. They were stopped at a light when another car pulled up. While waiting for the light, the other driver revved his engine. Naturally, Joe responded to the challenge and revved his engine. The light changed and the race was on ? to the next light. Joe got there first. The driver pulled up, revved his engine and yelled that Joe had been lucky, but he couldn?t do it again. Well, naturally that couldn?t go unanswered, so when the light changed, they were off. And again, Joe was first to the next light. This time when the driver pulled up, he brandished a tire iron and a slew of unsavory words and implied a pending beating if that happened again. Well, Uncle Ray was not going to let that go unanswered, so reaching into the back seat, searching for anything he could use to counter the guy?s tire iron, he found Joey?s Colt 45 toy pistol, grabbed it and pointed it out the window. The other driver didn?t wait for the light and sped away. Joe, Edie and Uncle Ray laughed and continued cruising downtown before deciding to drive to Sylvia?s for beers (about 5 miles west of downtown). The night had been fun but it was time to head for home. After they drove away from Sylvia?s, the police pulled them over. The other driver had called the police, saying there was a car full of thugs who had threatened him with a gun before he escaped. The police had all 3 step out of the car and were preparing to haul them downtown until Joe told them their side of the story. Uncle Ray showed them the toy gun and the officers looked at the very pregnant Edie before deciding to let them go on their way. We have had many good laughs listening to Uncle Ray when he told this story and the many others he had experienced. Love, Laura