Sometime before Dallas and I were married she received two traffic violations in San Antonio. Just recently, a Friendswood cop just happened to run her plates as she was driving through on the way to the store. The warrants popped up and she also had an invalid license. The cop was ready to take her to jail. I’m not sure why he changed his mind and let her go with a ticket for the license, but he did.
Today, we made the three hour drive from Houston to San Antonio, only to find out the power was out at the courthouse and they were turning people away. Through a small miracle, they started allowing people back into the building shortly before 1 o’clock. We were again told that there was no judge to see and we would have to come back on Monday. Not only was coming back on Monday an impossible situation, a city prosecutor happened to overhear the exchange and took us to see the judge. Just after he accepted our arrangement for a payment plan and printed out the agreement, the power went off again. It went off again while the clerk was trying input into the system. Luckily for us, she was able to draw up manual forms and have the judge sign them. In the course of an entire 8 hour court day, we managed to slip into a 20 minute window that few others got in.
Luck, or divine intervention?
Houston Skyline on Our Way Home
