Last Wednesday my wife and I, along with a friend, drove 60 miles to see Bob Dylan in concert at the Wiltern Theatre in Los Angeles. My friend's wife is undergoing chemotherapy treatments and her health didn't allow her to use the fourth ticket. "No problem," I thought.
At the venue I quickly walked about trying to sell her ticket for less than face value. Upon showing one person the ticket and the lesser price I was selling it for, she showed me her badge. I was handcuffed, escorted by two officers to a police van, searched and loaded into the van with three others.
