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Needed a break last night and watched a re-run of 'Shane' (1953, I think). Never read the book, but the movie was a terrific reminder of how I felt about the Wild West as a Saturday morning cinema addict as a kid.
And it was my only brush with the cops. I was seven years old at the time, watching the film on my own. When it ended, I hid under my seat until the next showing an hour or so later ... and so on ...
My folks were frantic and reported my disappearance to the police. I was nabbed half way through the last performance at about 10:00pm.
See ... I'm a hardened outlaw, too!
Cheers. Neil
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