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Now my dad had a 1968 Olsenberg bill with a convertible top.

And I remember that the Olsenberg was part of the Grandmother's house right there.

My wife more or worse so we went there at 2 o'clock in the morning to open the boot

to get a jacket hopefully get another tire. And when I opened that boot the first thing I seen

was cement blocks and co-hangers and it hit me.

Now the news just had come out about him floating two days before.

And this Joker with me was 14, 15 years old this better for guy.

I immediately slammed the boot shut. I said no he don't have a jacket.

And the guy says well it's all in blocks doing in there.

I try to minimize that. I don't remember what I said but scared me death.

We didn't fish the car that night and we walked back to my cousin's house which is 3 miles away.

And all I could think of was get them a dead get them a dead.

Because in my mind I knew it. I knew at age 11 that those were cement blocks and the co-hangers

that were used to think that man. All that was on my mind was to warn you so he could

rectify his mistake. And my mistake of taking somebody to the car to allow them to see what was in it.

I felt like I had screwed up.

I said dead I need to talk to you. He's gonna talk to her and I said dead it. I need to talk to you

by yourself. He had the strangers looking in his face. He said I honey let me talk to him so she

walked out of the bathroom. I never forget the look on his face he was shaving.

I said dead it. I messed up.

We had a flat tire and I went to the Osville pop side granis. And when they were

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