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Many many years ago I had a friend called Butch, Butch was the boyfriend of a high school classmate of mine, Karen, whose parents did not approve of him.

I helped Karen meet Butch by pretending to date her myself.

My steady girl at the time broke up with me, in part due to my participation in the scheme, but we were not getting along anyway.

It's OK, Butch and my friend Karen arranged dates with other girls for me in return for my continued participation, and eventually one of them, Paris, became my new steady.

One Saturday I had duty on the ski patrol at a ski area where I worked, and Butch and Karen and Paris were all free for the day, but being conscientious, and besides loving to ski and even better doing it all day and getting paid, I told them I would have to get to them later.

Butch suggested that they accompany me to the ski area and then I could loan him my (MY FATHER'S!) car so he and Karen and Paris could go bum around while I skied.

I knew Butch had a drivers' license because I had accompanied him to the motor vehicle bureau to pick up his permanent license and was there when they told him to come back next week. He had a temporary license, a "learner's permit" with an endorsement and stamp that gave a date the it was a valid "interim license" until, and the motor vehicle bureau person told him that his temp was good until the permanent one arrived in the mail.

Butch and Karen, unbeknownst to me, left Paris at the ski lodge waiting for me while they went for a more private ride in the car.

Butch and Karen were parked in a private drive off a country lane and the residents called the sheriff's patrol, partly because Butch and Karen were peppering the snow drifts around the car with cigarette butts.

The deputy sheriff took one look at Butch's "interim license" and declared it invalid and tore it up and threw it in the snow with the cigarette butts, I know he did that because my father made me go clean up the trash in the driveway of his friends, where Butch and Karen had parked, and I retrieved and kept the pieces of the permit.

I went in to the ski lodge for a break, having been outside ski patrolling for a full two hours while all of this was going on, only to be greeted by a NY State Trooper waiting to cuff me up and take me for a ride because I had loaned my (father's) car to an unlicensed driver.

Actually I just got a ticket, but had to pay for the towing of the car, had to call my father and get him to come get me, and Butch and Karen, and Paris, and got retrieve his car, and deliver the various parties home.

I wound up with a hefty fine, lucky I didn't lose my license, which Butch never paid me back for despite his promise to do so, had to pay for the tow and the impound, got "released" from the ski patrol for not finishing my shift (my first offense) and eventually lost my "new" girlfriend because of other circumstances in combination with the events of that day.

That's the last time, 1965, I have ever loaned my car or any car in my control, to anyone.

BTW, after my first wife passed away I looked Paris up (a whole 'nother story) and we have been married for 19 years now.