Three melons and a dwarf sat in the front seat of Marilee’s ’72 Dodge, but the cop was not amused. “I’d get rid of that bumper sticker if I was you,” he said. “Folks ’round here, they’re proud of their history.” Marilee’s bumper sticker said, “One nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day.” Wrong place, wrong time. This spot on the road crossing White Sands Missile Range was fifty miles southwest of Alamogordo.
“You two traveling together?” the cop asked.