Grandpa and his twin brother, Grandpa Joe, lived out in the country in the Ozarks when they were younger. One form of amusement, I’m told, that they had was going out to the dirt road and digging a large trench in the road, just beneath one hilly spot. Then they’d sit back and watch the old Model T’s and Model A’s come chugging along and bounce up, down and up and down as they hit that one spot.

Apparently this caused a bit of a problem, because when Grandpa told the story – the Sheriff made a special trip out to his house to talk to his dad about the trench.

“Mr. Presley,” the Sheriff said, “could you keep your boys from digging anymore trenches in the road?”.