We left for Nashville in the shiny new Chevrolet, and Buddy and Bobbie departed in my painted up old ’55, tin cans dragging and rattling from the rear bumper.

I gave my bride a spectacular honeymoon. We munched on great burgers, luxuriated overnight at a Holiday Inn and on the way back to Athens the next day, toured the Carter House and battlefield at Franklin. Wow! That was some experience.

In Athens, I drove over to Buddy and Bobbie’s house and exchanged cars. Bobbie said they had taken the babies and gone to the drive-in theater in Decatur. It was late at night when she got out of my old Chevy to hang the speaker back on the pole. That’s when she saw the flat tire. Of course, there was no spare.

“We had to find a phone and call an all-night service station to come out and fix it,” she said.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

“There I sat in that ‘ol car nursing my baby with ‘just married’ painted all over the side. Why, I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life.”

It just demonstrates that some adults don’t use good judgment. In spite of it, Bobbie’s reputation didn’t suffer and Buddy was elected sheriff in 1963 and served four terms.