They finally caught the Granddad Bandit who had pulled off a series of at least twenty-five bank robberies across the south. Turns out, he worked for a transportation company, so he traveled at lot, and apparently found things to do to occupy his time whilst on the road.
Never used a gun, far as anybody could tell. A fat, old guy, polite, nobody you'd ever look at twice in a bank. Living in Baton Rouge, and you just know the neighbors are all going to look amazed when interviewed: Mr. Mara? You kiddin'. Nice old guy like dat?
The part I like? The old grampa is ten years younger than I am.
Excuse me while I dodder over to fetch my walker and take my Geritol ...
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