A Day in the Slammer in Cascade, Idaho
About the time I was fingerprinted, I realized my jail sentence was for real. Before that moment it just seemed like some kind of lousy practical joke.
“Oh, come on,” I felt like saying, “One day in jail for not having auto insurance? What’s that supposed to prove? Isn’t the $40 fine enough.” But there I stood, transferring ink from a piece of Masonite to a pair of official looking cards and leaving behind my unique smudges.