I lived in Thurston County (55) for six years. This is a few of MANY things he did.
To be a Sheriff, all you need to do is post a $20,000 bond. Our sheriff was tired of being a bar owner in another county.
His wife was his dispatcher and his son (a major pot dealer in those days) was his head deputy.
His wife also dispatched the volunteer fireman. After running the volunteers to the wrong quadrant of the county twice in two weeks, the VF invited the sheriff to talk. Once the sheriff understood the conversation, he stood up and walked out saying, the VF had no authority over him.
For whatever reason he got po'd over the State Trooper who patrolled SR9 through town and because of the arcane NE laws regarding sheriffs, our sheriff limited the statey to 9: he was not allowed to travel on any other road. He was only allowed to eat at Po Po's on 9.
One of the candidates that ran against him was patrolling as town constable in Bertram, which has about eight houses, a bar (one of the very few places to buy beer on Sunday), a county mechanic's garage and silos for the train to draw corn or beans to deliver somewhere else.
One night he thought he saw someone at the silos, so he parked his car with the head lights on at one end and worked his way around the other way to catch his perp in a pincer movement of one man and his car. When he saw his car, he thought it was moving, so he shot his car.
Oh there's more. Lots more. Anyone want to meet for a beer when the pandemic is under Joe's control and spend an evening laughing?
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