Are Sobriety Checkpoints Really Any Good at Stopping Drunk Drivers?
beautiful tenor voice. He looked like he was about mom’s age and sat at the end of the bar, sipping a beer. At one point he broke into a wonderful version of Danny Boy. When he finished, he took another sip of his beer while we all wiped the tears from our faces. All in all, it was a really enjoyable evening. As the bar was closing down, we all got in our cars and drove home. Mt brother took my mom because he lived closer to her than I did. As I headed down Hampton Avenue in the south part of the city, I suddenly noticed that there were barriers set up in the road, those orange and yellow sawhorses with blinking lights on top of them. There was a confusing maze of them and they directed everybody into a Walgreen’s parking lot. There the police had set up a sobriety checkpoint. I have terrible night vision and I thought that I may have knocked one of the barriers over as I tried to navigate through the maze. A policeman waved me over out of the line. Even though I only had a couple of b
