My Dad Gets Stopped  I'm with my dad in a car he is driving. We turn from Friends Avenue in Wilmerton onto Main Street going west. There is a police car across from us. My dad went through a red light. The police car lights come on. My dad pulls over, then drives farther, and finally pulls over by Farm Store. The police officer is female. She asks my dad for license and registration. I open the glove compartment. It is cluttered with five or six ice scrapers, lots of little notebooks, and a bag of small oval insurance cars, less than a couple inches long. The cards are gold colored and have names written on them.  The officer is riding in the back of our car. We are near my home in Oak Valley. We pull over. I get out and start looking at all the little insurance cards. I tell my dad he is not taking any of this seriously; his attitude is "Oh, well..." My friend Nate Nelling pulls up in front of my dad's car. He and his girlfriend Emily Zates were going to stop by about 8:30 that night. My friend Stephen Ramos is at my house, but I have to ride with the officer and my dad back to Farm Store so she can get her car. We start off down Home Avenue, where there is a stop sign halfway down the big hill. My dad goes through it, without stopping, slowing only a little bit. I scold him, telling him his easygoing attitude and laid-back ways get him into trouble.