Cos? Seriously? That is exactly what happened to me in July, 1973. He was going to drive me and the kids to the train station, to go visit my mom and dad. Instead I got this weird call from a cop. Strange, because they aren't obliged to make those calls. The policeman asked me if I knew him, and I said yes and asked if he was okay. Yes, he's fine, but we arrested him last night, he says to tell you to get a cab to the train station. Yikes.
Okay I did that, but I didn't believe it. I thought he got a friend to call me and tell that lie, so he could get out of it, but, nope. When I got back from my mom's, that was the first thing I was told. Dennis is in jail. This is his mother's phone number. She will drive you to visit him if you want to go.
