Rob Christensen’s article today reminded me that my older brother worked for Harold Hardison on his campaign for lieutenant governor. Somehow, Fetzer got to be his driver. I’m not sure whose idea it was, but it wasn’t a very good one.
Fetzer is one of the worst drivers I’ve ever met. One time in Chapel Hill, I watched him pull up to a stop sign, stop, look both ways, and then pull out into a line of traffic. And he was stone cold sober. Another time, I found him with his car stuck on a rock wall with both back wheels completely off the ground and the rear end of the car straddling the wall. I couldn’t figure how the hell he got it there and the tow truck operator couldn’t figure out how to get him down.
Anyhow, they made Fetzer the driver. Fetzer would drive Harold around Eastern North Carolina in some big boat—a Cadillac or a Lincoln or some American luxury ride. At night, Harold would lay his seat all the way back and go to sleep.
One night, they were coming through some small town down east late at night. Harold was sleeping in the passenger seat and Fetzer started nodding off.
The car drifted to the right and hit the curb with a jarring thud. Harold sat up real fast and said, “What the hell was that!”
Fetzer said, “I hit the curb.”
“Well, it woke me up,” Harold grumbled.
“Yeah, woke me up, too,” Fetzer replied.
Harold wouldn’t ride with him after that.
Thomas Mills is the founder and publisher of PoliticsNC.com. Before beginning PoliticsNC, Thomas spent twenty years as a political and public affairs consultant. Learn more >
Much needed laugh! Thanks.
Gave me a chuckle, too. Thanks for sharing that story, Thomas!
That’s funny, and I can hear him saying it…
Thanks for the laughs!! Betsy Wells