My Dad used to tell this story. I don't know how true it is, but it doesn't really sound like Dad.
The story is that Dad and Mom were swimming in the back yard and Dad wanted to skinny dip, but Mom was too bashful with the street light bright over head. With the light on, everyone on the highway (the Kennedy Expressway) could see them.
Dad went to the deck, took his service revolver and shot the streetlight. By the time he had put the pistol back and turned back to Mom, she had run back into the house.
That light was out for what I remember to be several years in my dim, early youth. I vaguely remember that after I heard that story I told people that I had always wondered why that light never worked.
True or not, it's a good story.
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