There was a story in the local news this week about a child in the back seat of a pickup that was stolen.
According to the story on WTVM, Dr. Jimmy Johnson was leaving his parents house, had put his 18-month old child in the car seat in the back of his truck, then ran back inside to get something.
Someone stole the truck.
Johnson got a glimpse of the thief when he jumped on the hood to try to stop the vehicle. He fell off, and the thief got away.
About 15 minutes later, the truck was found with the toddler safe inside.
What brings this story to my attention?
The fact that it happened here locally? No.
It's because it reminded me of an event that happened way back in the 1960s in my home town.
This man was riding uptown with his young son in the car. Back then, children rode in the front seat. And often didn't use seat belts.
Anyway, this young father pulled into an alley parallel to and 1/2 block from the main street through the center of town.
He told his son, "I'll be right back," and left the car, heading into a near-by business.
The car was running, the driver's door was open, and the young boy was sitting in the front seat.
Maybe a minute later ... maybe not even that long ... a young man -- perhaps an older teen or a twenty-something -- put his hand on the open driver's door, and started to get inside the vehicle.
When he saw the young boy sitting there, he stopped ... frozen for one, maybe two, seconds.
The young man stepped back and closed the door, and continued his trek down the alley.
In just a little bit, the young father came back, opened the door, got inside, and drove on.
The young boy never said anything.
But I still remember the face of the would-be car thief.