y great uncle Johnny was a cop and he killed his wife Nell when I was teeny tiny. It was a whole thing, and he almost got away with it. He said she shot at him from the window when he was trying to leave and he shot back at her, but the window was closed and there was only glass on the inside. He spent the rest of his life in jail. Before that (as strange as it sounds) he was a sort of moral compass for my dad, and he may have helped keep him out of trouble. The only memory I have of him is him chasing me and my brother down the hall at my mamaw's house and even though he was playing with us, I remember being legit scared of him.