I once did an overnight in the Fox Valley (IL.) lockup for supposedly driving on a suspended license. They were wrong and the charges were dropped, but that's another story.

It all happened after some friends and i tried to go on a camping weekend. It poured rain the whole time and the bedraggled group of us made the mistake of stopping in the charming town for some lunch. We were treated like dirt by the waitress and pulled over as we were leaving town and I got yanked; my friend drove my car home and came back for me the next day.

It occurred to me later to wonder if they did this because one of my friends happened to be Black. I related this story to another Black friend, who cracked up laughing.

Ah, the ex-urbs. A world unto themselves. I was pleased it was foreign to me.