Moss. and the Sheriff

My father worked with his father every summer and after school when he became old enough. My grandad, Bebaw we called him, was a brick mason. He laid bricks for houses, blocks for foundations, and whatever else he could get work doing. Dad would mix the "mud" that was used to lay the bricks by hand using a a hoe and a wheelbarrow. He would also bring bricks off of a wooden palette up the scaffolding to my grandfather. Bebaw also hired a guy that worked with him full time, he was a black man named Moss.
Moss could not read or write and when Bebaw would give him his check each week he would get my Dad to sign it for him and take it to the bank. Then he would give most of it to Louise, the lady that lived with him, and he would take the rest and get drunker than Cooter Brown. H.R. would then drive down the middle of Bessemer Super Highway going about 15 miles per hour when he got drunk every Saturday. Like clockwork Bebaw would get a call from the Bessemer sheriff just about every Saturday saying, " I got yer negro down here, come pick him up." Dad and Bebaw would load up in the truck and drive down to the Bessemer police department. Dad would drive Moss home in his truck and Bebaw would follow and take Dad back home. This went on for some time until the sheriff finally got sick of it.
Like usual, the sheriff called Bebaw one Saturday and told him, "We got your negro down here again, but this time we won't let him out unless he has $500 bail. " So Bebaw went down to the police station and talked to Moss
"They arn't going to let you out unless you can give them $500 bail."
"Tell mista Lee to go talk to Weezy and get the money."
So Dad drove over to Moss' house and told Louise what the problem was. She went into the house and came out with a mason jar stuffed full of money. She gave it to Dad and went back into the house without so much as a word. Dad counted up the money and it only came to about $130. When Dad told Moss he didn't have enough money to post bail he said, "Well, don't you worry mista Lee, I'll be back to work come Monday or Tuesday."
Bebaw and Dad figured they wouldn't see Moss for months. After school on Monday, Dad was on his way to work with Bebaw and drove through downtown Bessemer. When he stopped at a red light he heard something land in the back of the truck and looked back and saw Moss laying in the bed of his truck wearing the black and white jumpsuit and shackles, waving at him to go on. Dad brought Moss to the job site and Bebaw gave him a hacksaw and told him to go out away from where they were and remove the shackles on his legs. Moss worked all day in his black and white striped prison outfit mixing mud and toting bricks. From then own when he drove down the middle of Bessemer Super Highway going 15 Miles per Hour a police car just followed him home and he was never put in jail again.