Night of the Escaped Convict

Grandma and Grandpa always went to bed with the chickens. Their little house didn’t have electricity, so on hot summer evenings they lay on top of the covers in their respective beds, hoping a stray breeze would meander in from the screen door at their feet.

On one such evening many years ago they were lying there just after sunset when a warning came across the old Bakelite radio:  “At 5:45 this evening a dangerous convict escaped from Kentucky State Penitentiary. Citizens are advised to say indoors. This escapee should be considered armed and dangerous. If you have any knowledge as to his whereabouts, please call your local police.” Continue reading “Night of the Escaped Convict”