Is there a Constable in the neighborhood?

What started out as a joke has become the real thing.

During the May election there was a spot for Constable on the ballot. I wrote Jim's name in and then went home to say "Hey honey, you better go up and vote and write yourself in for constable."

This led to a series of questions to those in authority, to getting signatures and then being appointed by the judge to be the temporary constable until January. Jim would need to win the election in Nov to keep his constable status.

Well Jim took classes and went shopping. He became trained and bought an official uniform even down to the boots. People thought girls were picky about their clothes, in an effort to save money I was quickly informed that a certain look was needed to be achieved, so he could not skimp any corners. He also bought weapons.

Come election day in Nov I stood outside the polls for 4 hours in the cold weather asking every passerby "My husband is running for Constable and would sure appreciate your vote." I then handed them a slip of paper that said "Write in James Rayburn for Constable." He won the majority with 49 votes. You might be wondering what the boys were doing while all this campaigning was going on, they were playing with their trucks on the other side of the parking lot.

So Jim went out to do his first assignment. He knocks or more like pounds on the door. The guy says whose there and Jim replies "Constable Rayburn" They guy replies back "cash or check." Obviously he had been visited before and knew the drill.

He has only had a handful of assignments and all the folks have been nice. He hasn't needed his gun thank goodness.