Scotty, many years ago, I was repairing one of my two garage doors on my house. I had one panel about half-ripped apart to remove rotted wood. Suddenly a police cruiser pulled up in my driveway and a cop jumped out and instructed me to raise my hands and face the door. I did as instructed and he walked closer. He told me to take out my wallet and hand him my drivers license. When I did as instructed, he said I could relax. He apologized and said that when he saw me tearing into the garage, his first thought was that I was breaking into the house. When he saw my address on the license was the address we were at, he knew he had made a mistake. I told him he sure gave me a scare, but I appreciated his concern.
