I miss growing up in Indian Hill, Ohio. A community that protected its own. If I were driving at night down Drake Road at 17 in a Galaxy 500 with the top down on Friday night and the local cops””the Indian Hill Rangers””stopped me, this:
“Why it’s Dan Hull. John Hull’s eldest. You got any beer or dope there in your daddy’s car?”
“No, sir.”
“Would you like some?”
Below: One Captain Black circa 1926. Seriously? These were good men and women.
