This book chronicles the author's time as a Deputy Sheriff in the rural South during the 1980's, in a place where everyone was kin, or nearly so, and police action often meant a good talking-to rather than a trip to jail. This was a time when moonshiners still made corn liquor, and before the dramatic increase in violent crime, a time when common sense and a sense of humor were the most important attributes a lawman could have. Lt. James McConnell, the author's first mentor in law enforcement, passed down many lessons, the first of which was "Just because you can lock a man up doesn't mean...