Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

So the police force would work Monday through Friday and had the weekend off.

If you’re thinking this was leading to a dangerous situation… you are absolutely right. Dad told me stories about how his neighbors would be broken into while said homeowners were home, would steal all of their stuff, and then leave because they knew the cops weren’t coming.

My grandparents were so worried that Grandpa (a Korean Vet) went out and bought a couple of firearms and made sure he had plenty of ammo for both the firearms and his service revolver.

By this time, Dad had just finished his last year of college, was now married to my Mom, and living in the state’s largest city (about two to three hours away from his hometown).

Mom had wanted a 1964 cherry red Ford Mustang Convertible ever since she was a little girl. As a (belated) wedding present for her, Dad went out, found a broken-down Ford Mustang Convertible in a junkyard, and fixed up the Convertible for her for maybe $200 (about $700 today, adjusted for inflation).

Mom was so happy when she got the car that ‘I got lucky that night’ (as Dad put it) and would brag about her husband spoiling her.

Anyway, during this time, Dad’s youngest sister (Aunt Gertie) had graduated high school, married her high school sweetheart, and moved out to be with her new husband.

So Grandma and Grandpa decided now was a good time to get out of town and downsize. They asked my parents to come and help them pack and move, something Dad was happy to do as he would get to see his school friends and hang out with them.