Bad Guys In Washington, DC

On our way to school the other morning we met a Skiatook police car running fast with lights flashing and siren blaring. As he roared past us I said a little prayer. A minister mentioned once in a sermon that anytime he heard a siren he said a prayer for the policemen, firemen. and/or ambulance driver and the people they were speeding to help - because someone was in a crisis. I thought that was a good idea and began the practice myself.

As the sight and sound of the police vehicle faded Maverick began our conversation:
"Grandpa, are there bad guys in Skiatook?"
"Yeah, there are, Maverick, but not too many, I hope!"
"Not as many as in Tulsa?"
"Right."
"Do they call them criminals?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Are there any bad guys in Washington DC?"
"Yes. You know what they're called?"
"What?"
"Congress."

He didn't get it.