Raising Ebenezers


It was a beautiful day in early July, 1986. I was happily driving eastbound on Interstate 70 in our used, “sporty” 1970’s 12 passenger van. It was early afternoon when I noticed a state trooper following me closely. I moved over to let him pass since I was hogging the fast lane. However, he followed me and turned on his colorful lights, so I pulled onto the shoulder.

After asking me for my driver’s license and registration he asked, “Do you know how fast you were driving?” I sheepishly replied that I didn’t. “Got something on your mind?” he queried. I answered that as a matter of fact, there was, but why did he ask? “I’ve been following you almost 10 miles while you were going 80mph and you never noticed me,” he said.