Dad Does the Right Thing

of my earliest memories have to do with myNumber two: Don't be late for court.
fascination with fish. Every ride in the car was spentNumber three: Call the judge Sir as many times as you
looking for water and then trying to find evidence ofcan.
fish. I lived for the day that I could go fishing, but myWhen I asked if he would be going with me, he said,
dad didn’t share my enthusiasm."No, Jim, I wasn't the one who broke the law. Anyone
As I got older, he reluctantly allowed me to fish in thebig enough to break the law is big enough to face up
lake at one of the local parks, provided I had all of myto the judge." So, I went on my own.
chores, homework, and practice finished. As you canArriving very early, I had the opportunity to hear how
guess, the fishing wasn't too good at the park, so Ithe judge handled things. I was amazed at how
dreamed of the day that I might be able to fish in aunderstanding he was, handing out deferred sentences,
local sand pit. I knew how big the fish would be givengiving probation, etc. So, I was feeling pretty good
the fact that the lake had been fenced off andabout my chances.
nobody had fished there for years.Now it was my turn. I stood before him with my most
Needless to say I was overjoyed the day my neighborreverent posture and innocent face. It was
knocked on our door and announced that people wereunbelievable. The officer testified that I was the only
now fishing in my dream fishing hole. "Dad, it's aperson he'd seen going through that fence.
chance of a lifetime," I begged. "Those fish don't evenI tried to explain about all the other fishermen, but the
know what a fisherman is. And Mr. Nicholson says he'lljudge didn't believe me.
let me go with him. If you let me go, I'll do double"$40 fine!" he bellowed. "Pay the clerk."
chores next week."I was crushed! It was 1948. I was fourteen years old.
My excitement knew no bounds as Mr. Nicholson and IThat was all the money I had been able to save from
pulled up to the lake and saw that someone had takenmy paper route earnings. As soon as I got home I told
a section of the fence down. There were manymy dad, "That judge was not fair!"
fishermen there, already sharing my own enthusiasm. In"What do you mean, not fair?"
no time we all discovered that the fishing was every"The policeman lied. I told the truth. He only listened to
bit as good as our dreams. My bag was filling withthe cop. That's not fair!"
beautiful catfish."Well, son, now you know how court works. If you
Then disaster struck. I heard a short blast from adon't like the way it works, don't go there."
police siren and then, "OK, guys. Reel 'em in and comeWith that he changed the subject and no more was
up to the car."said. I was learning one of the most valuable lessons
"What did you guys cut the fence with?" asked theof my long life. Nothing more needed to be said.
officer.My dad has been dead for many years. As each year
"No sir, we didn't do it," I said. "There are lots of othergoes by my appreciation for his wisdom grows. I don't
guys here. We found the fence that way. We thoughtknow where it came from. He only had a fourth grade
it was OK since everybody else was fishing."education. But along with this he developed a deep
"Nice try, kid. I don't see anyone else. Where areunderstanding about what it takes for kids to be
they?"prepared to face a future filled with temptations,
To my disbelief, all the other fishermen haddecisions, and consequences. He understood that I
disappeared. We were all alone. Now as I think backwould be a better man someday if I faced that judge
on it, they had hidden in the bushes when the patrolon my own.
car came up.Years after the incident, when I discussed this situation
We were arrested. I was charged with trespassingwith my dad, he admitted that sending me to court on
and delivered home in the patrol car. To make it worsemy own was one of the most difficult things he had
my court date was set right in the middle of the weekever done.
of our first family vacation. A poor family like ours didn't"Jim, letting you go to court that day alone was horrible
usually take vacations, so this was a big deal.for me. I had to keep telling myself that I wouldn't be
My dad told me to call the court to see if the datemuch of a father if I babied you by going along. Even
could be changed, but the answer was no. I thenthough I knew you could handle it, I still lost a lot of
asked if someone could represent me and was toldsleep fighting with myself over wanting to make it
that my partner, Mr. Nicholson, could do that. Thiseasier for you."
turned out not to be true. We went on our vacationI guess it was a lot harder on him than it was on me.
anyway.When he gave me advice instead of solving it for me, I
Upon returning we were met by Mr. Nicholson, whojust figured that he knew that I could handle it. I was
told my dad that an arrest warrant had been issuednever mad at him. All my anger had been focused on
for me since I didn't appear in court. "You'd better turnthe judge and the policeman.
yourself in before the cops get here," he pleaded.To this day I appreciate this and many other similar
My father took me to the police station, explained thesituations where my dad did the right thing even though
situation, and luck was with me. They issued a newit was not easy for him. Maybe it is because I know
court date.that many kids facing a situation similar to mine today
In preparation for the trial Dad gave me three goodwould appear in court in a different way. Would they
pieces of advice:be there dealing with it or would there be a battery of
Number one: Ride the number three streetcar. It stopslawyers painting the child as a victim instead of a
right in front of the courthouse.youngster in need of a valuable lesson about life?