
Highway Patrol 19xx.xx.xx Highway Patrol
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Sam
Sometimes it takes you years to get to know a guy. Sometimes on the highway patrol, you learn all about a man in 10 minutes. Like the night Craig Hollister checked me out on my new beat.
Craig Hollister
Boss over here.
Sam
I didn't answer. I was too busy sweating the grade. The wheel was easy in my hands, too easy, like it always is on a slick highway. My headlights caught the rain, and sleet slanting down from the path was steamy inside the patrol car. Hollister wiped the mist off the windshield. I thought of loosening my collar, but I didn't want to make a bad impression on Hollister. He didn't look like a police academy officer, but he didn't talk much, so I couldn't tell. I knew he was a good patrolman. They told me at headquarters, good patrolman.
Craig Hollister
Go by the book.
Sam
I decided I'd leave my collar button. I wiped my hands one at a time, change my grip on the wheel.
Craig Hollister
Curve coming up.
Sam
I don't see why they need us on this road. Driver'd be nuts to go over 30 people's feet anywhere.
Craig Hollister
This turn's called Millie's Hairpin. It's licking the rain. Found four kids here in a station wagon after the last storm. Over the left of them.
Sam
Who is Millie?
Craig Hollister
She went over the cliff in a mile five years ago. She's 60 years old, killer. Not a scratch. Devil's Curl coming up. We've had three fatalities here this winter.
Sam
I don't know if I'M gonna like this, Pete.
Craig Hollister
Oh, it isn't bad once you get used to the floods.
Sam
You actually catch speeders on this, Howard.
Craig Hollister
So I met my wife. She was speeding here. Pardon me, Thatcher. This is three one two two. Thank. Will you call Debbie and tell her to pick me up at headquarters?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Okay.
Craig Hollister
You better get down here before she does.
Sam
I like her at the safe.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Around me.
Craig Hollister
You old relics. You could break your arms. Hey, Joel.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Yeah?
Craig Hollister
It's awful slick up here. Tell her to take it easy on the grave.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Roger.
Sam
Well, this was pretty good. You wanted your wife to meet you. You gave the dispatcher a call on the radio. That was something hadn't taught me at the academy. I had a hunch it wasn't exactly standard either. Maybe working out here in the sixth would have its point. If you didn't end up at the bottom of a canyon some night chewing on a piston ring. Or if your wife didn't go nuts feeding the chipmunks.
Craig Hollister
Well, I sure hope she doesn't try to break the record getting to headquarters? Not tonight.
Sam
You say you caught her speeding here?
Craig Hollister
That's how I met her. See that stretch at the bottom of the grade?
Sam
I remember it.
Craig Hollister
If you park off the road on, you can spot the speeders coming down. I try to get them before they hit the real grade and clobber themselves.
Sam
That's where you met your wife, huh? Yeah.
Craig Hollister
She was roaring down the hill with a car full of ponies coming back from a party Schweitzer was giving on his estate. All of them, right to the eyeballs.
Sam
Including your wife?
Craig Hollister
I thought so. I wrote it up that way.
Sam
Well, then what happened?
Craig Hollister
Well, the county judge thought otherwise. Debbie cried and her old man said he wanted to treat her just like anybody else, even if he had just given the county a new library. Dutch decided she'd never had a drink in her life. Wasn't a dry eye in the courthouse.
Sam
You married her, huh?
Craig Hollister
Best thing I ever did, I think. See, you're married, aren't you? Your wife don't like the mountains.
Sam
Wherever I am, she likes his wife.
Craig Hollister
It's kind of lonely for a woman, Debbie says. Well, here. Here's the place I was telling you about.
Sam
Pull over.
Craig Hollister
Pull over? Yeah. We'll wait here in.
Sam
Why?
Craig Hollister
Well, she still drives this grave too fast. With me back of her, she'll take it easy.
Sam
So I pulled over. Of course, even if it was quitting time, he was the boss. And if he wanted to baby his wife down the grave, it was okay with me. I was tired and I could have used a cup of coffee back at headquarters. And I was trying to get my wife moved into her cabin. But the man said, pull over and wait. So I pulled over and waited. I even offered him a cigarette to show there were no hard feelings. He shook his head. In the flare of my match, I could see he was squinting up the road. His face was tired. Some of the roughness was gone. Ms. Joker was worried. He caught me looking and seemed kind of ashamed.
Craig Hollister
He'll be along in a minute. Sure.
Sam
You know I can't follow her everywhere, you know.
Craig Hollister
You in a hurry or something?
Sam
No, no.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Just.
Craig Hollister
I'm getting a transfer. Debbie and I'll be out of these mountains next week. She's a good driver, but it's split tonight, so if it's okay with you, we'll just.
Sam
Sure. I'm sorry. What's the matter?
Craig Hollister
Look at those headlights up there.
Sam
I twisted around in my seat. Half a mile up the grade, a pair of headlights stabbed over the cliff, seemed to hang, and they whipped back to the road, jerky, like when somebody's really floorboarding the accelerator. Then there was a straight stretch where the light swayed like the guy was skidding. Hollister, grip my shoulder. And then the light straightened out.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Got brighter and brighter and further apart. The guy was practically flying. Holy smokes. That's not your wife, is it?
Sam
No, no.
Craig Hollister
She's still a little wild, but she's not crazy.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Hollister was big and a little older than me. He didn't look like he could move very fast, but he was nothing but a blur jumping out of that car. He was around the hood and swinging.
Sam
A flashlight in circles.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Before I could even turn on my.
Sam
Red light, the crazy headlights seemed to.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Reach out at him.
Sam
Hey, you okay?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
How is this? Yes.
Craig Hollister
Let's take him.
Sam
Holy cow.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
That's what you have, folks, from that cigar?
Craig Hollister
He must be faster over the years.
Sam
Get his bag. The light swing I just seen.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
It was a convertible, that's all.
Craig Hollister
Convertible?
Sam
Yeah.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Aren't you going to call a dispatcher?
Craig Hollister
No. Trappy ought to be fin near halfway house 242 9.
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Craig Hollister
This is 31224. They're convertible.
Sam
All right. And I caught a flash of the driver and my heart is slipping. With a woman driver, Young, blonde with a crazy grin on her face.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I felt sick.
Sam
I picked up the pieces after a few wrecks down in the valley. It's bad enough when it's a man, But a young girl?
Craig Hollister
24, 29. This is 3122. Coffee. Where's the suitable possible 502? Three miles north of Halfway House. It's about ram me down. She's weaving all over road.
Sam
Be careful.
Craig Hollister
Roger.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I'll try to take you. Sir.
Sam
Not here.
Craig Hollister
Take this curve tight, buddy. What did you say?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
A driver at the woman.
Craig Hollister
A woman.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I say so. Okay.
Craig Hollister
After this curve you can cut loose for about 800 yards. Try to get me close enough to front. Lighter license.
Sam
Hang on.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
You get the number?
Craig Hollister
No.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Maybe on the next.
Craig Hollister
We don't need the number.
Sam
What do you mean?
Craig Hollister
I know the number.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
You know it? How come It's Debbie's car. Why is you must be Debbie. Why would she try to run you down? She doesn't know what she's doing.
Debbie Hollister
What do you mean?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Right plastered.
Craig Hollister
She's gonna roll that thing and that'll be all.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
That'll be all.
Sam
This guy was shook. Sliding through a turn I caught a glimpse of his face in the light from the dash. He was staring ahead. And he had that thousand yard stare I'd seen in Korea before an attack. I shivered.
Craig Hollister
Well, where do we go? I could see it coming. I could see it alone in that house all day. It's why we were going to move to the city. But now it'll be too late. Step it up, Bart.
Sam
Step it up.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
If we had time to change. I can't do any better than you. Stick with it and try. Try to get her to the cord. Killer curve. Heavy car she's got. Craig like it was glued to the it hasn't glued to the road. It'll roll just like the rest of it'll roll. Happy to flag her down. How is he going to do it? She didn't stop for us. Maybe she didn't even see us. You want me to try to take her Stop here.
Craig Hollister
If she speeds up anymore she hasn't got a prayer until her curves hang back.
Sam
Don't.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Don't press her.
Craig Hollister
Then he did something that wasn't in the book. She reached over and cut our growler.
Sam
And he switched off the red light. I started to turn it back on and felt his hand on my wrist wave it off.
Craig Hollister
Maybe we're panic at her. If she doesn't slow down now she'll never make it.
Sam
Then she started to turn until his curse either she wouldn't make it. The roughest turn on the grade washboard no bank to it at all.
Craig Hollister
Hundred foot drop to the riverbed below.
Sam
Hard enough to make on a dry day but on a wet night murdered the daylight.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Hesitated for a second like they were making up their minds whether to run into the hill or over the side. The car slid sideways, reared toward the river. She was going over back. Oh no no baby, no no. I took my foot off the cash.
Sam
Out of the tail of my eye. I saw Hollister cover his face and that I was fighting to stay on the road.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Suddenly the miracle happened.
Craig Hollister
She made it.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Now we had to do it.
Craig Hollister
2,429. This is 3,122. We're a mile north still unable to catch the 502. She's doing 75 so just your startup won't try to box her but be careful of it.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
This is 2429. You say her?
Craig Hollister
Yes Roger.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Okay, I see her light starting up now.
Craig Hollister
Down that dale we can just say just easier between us. Just easier between us.
Sam
Watch him like glance up there. I'll try to take her again.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
What's your speed now Greg?
Craig Hollister
73. We're a half a mile behind you. She's weaving.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I'm up to speed.
Craig Hollister
Going down. No no, she's swinging left with a.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Heavy car Pa. Be careful Roger. She's swinging right Pappy. Letter by letter by.
Sam
Let her buy. How are you going to make an old time patrolman let a drunk pass him on the road? No, Cappy tried to fight it. He tried to fight to ease her onto the shoulder. The block long convertible against the patrol car was like a good pro featherweight against an amateur. Heavy. All skill and no punch for a Second I thought he had to run off the road.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
The convertible lurched back.
Sam
The two sets of tail lights got closer. And then Papy was off the road, over the shoulder, bouncing and rolling down the embankment. I eased my foot off the accelerator crane that.
Craig Hollister
It wasn't as bad as lifting.
Sam
I wanted to use the brake. But on that highway it would have been true.
Craig Hollister
What are you doing?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Going back with Pappy. Call a distraction. They'll stop her. It's just off the road. First we gotta get back.
Craig Hollister
Stay on our sail.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
You up your rocket.
Sam
Help.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Stop it.
Craig Hollister
My wife and I don't want her killed. Stay on her tail.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
What about. I said stay with her.
Craig Hollister
I'm still running this beast.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
But Pappy.
Sam
Safe.
Craig Hollister
So this is 3122, a mile south of Halfway House. That 502 just ran crappy off the road. Send an ambulance. We're staying on her tape. This isn't Joe. It's Sergeant Jire setting up a roadblock outside headquarters.
Sam
She won't get through it. Go back and help Pat.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
What?
Craig Hollister
What kind of roadblocks? The words giant shooting at a woman.
Sam
If she tries to run this block, we'll shoot at her.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Now get back to P. Sergeant. Sergeant, that girl is. Don't worry about the girl. I'll take care of her. You get back to pack.
Sam
Debbie.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
It's Debbie.
Sam
Yeah. Sorry. Hollister just run. My best man off the road. Said she almost hit you. Cars coming up the lower grade. You rip one of them if we don't stop it. So we'll stop her if we have to.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Blast her off the road.
Sam
I felt sorry for the man beside me. I knew what was happening outside headquarters. A couple of patrol cars rolling into position. Spotlights pointed up the grade. Guys drawing automatic rifles. Maybe shotgun. Flares set out further down the hill. A reception committee for Craig Hollister's wife. Not what he'd planned when he'd asked her to meet him at headquarters. But there was nothing I could do. I slowed, carefully.
Craig Hollister
Keep going.
Sam
Now look, guys.
Craig Hollister
Going. You heard the sergeant.
Sam
Pappy might be bleeding.
Craig Hollister
He's only a quarter mile from Halfway House. They can do as much for him as we can. You stay on her tail.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I can't do this.
Craig Hollister
And I said stay with her. You understand?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Craig, I can't. They'll suspect me.
Craig Hollister
Don't make me pull my gun on you. Watch this next curve.
Sam
What can we do?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
We can't stop.
Craig Hollister
If she tries to run the barricade, they'll blow her apart.
Sam
If she. Hang on. If she doesn't Slow down.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
She won't even get to the barricade.
Sam
Turn off your lights.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Turn off my lights?
Craig Hollister
Turn off your lights. When she doesn't see her, she slows down a little.
Sam
How am I gonna see?
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Use her lights.
Sam
Her lights. Fine. Great. But what if there was something coming up the grave? I wondered if Hollister had gone nuts. I shot a look at him. He was peering ahead and he seemed.
Craig Hollister
To have got a hold of himself.
Sam
I didn't really think he'd put a gun on me, but suddenly I knew I'd go along with whatever he was trying to do, even if it cost me my badge. I flicked off the lights. It seemed to help. The car ahead lost some of its crazy fear.
Craig Hollister
Regaining slow. Slow and easy.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Bucket.
Craig Hollister
Okay, use this stretch here.
Sam
Gaining all right, but what good is it? She makes this turn, she's still only got a mile to the barricade.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
That a car coming? I trust that. Get over. Get over.
Craig Hollister
Watch it.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Get your lights on.
Sam
Val.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Catcher. Every time I put on another mile an hour, we start to drive to get closer.
Craig Hollister
I'll never do it from here.
Sam
Close to the man says. I was already pushing 80. My arms and eyes ached from the strain. The range was still too far. Unless he was aiming for a lucky hit or an unlucky.
Craig Hollister
It was not a catcher by that stretch in front of headquarters.
Sam
Well, that made sense. Was the only level shoulder in the grade. If he was going to shoot out a tire, it would have to be there. But that was where the barricade was. We just have to get her to.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
The side of it.
Sam
Hollister rolled down the window and I felt a spray of rain on my face. Suddenly I spotted the barricade spotlight.
Craig Hollister
She's rolling, honey.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Putting on speed. I can't wait any longer.
Sam
The range was just too great. It had to be her left rear tire. If she went off the other way, she'd be killed. And if the ricochet got her, she'd be killed anyway. But she was just too far away. Suddenly, not really wanting to, I jammed down the equip accelerator. At least I could give him a last chance.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
The rear end swayed and lurched. My hands were sweaty with fear. And that did it. The heavy car began to burn, hesitated.
Sam
And headed for the shoulder bleep when.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
It hit the dirt, half turned and went over.
Sam
I skid it all the way through the roadblock. It took me so long to get stopped and turned around that the guys from the barricade beat us back to the crash. But it was just as well, because without help, I'd never been able to keep Hollister from the ruined convertible.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Hollister. Where do we get around?
Craig Hollister
Doc will be here in a minute.
Sam
I killed her.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
I killed her.
Sam
We don't know yet.
Craig Hollister
Down there.
Sam
Doc. Hey, how's Pappy?
Craig Hollister
Broken leg. Not the car that ran him up the road.
Sam
Yeah, that's. Seemed like an hour. But it was only a couple of minutes before the doc scrambled out of the ditch. A patrolman and an ambulance driver. Driver set a litter by the ambulance. Two other guys had Craig in their patrol car trying to calm him down. I walked over to the ambulance.
Craig Hollister
The girl was hurt.
Sam
Hurt bad. But she was alive.
Craig Hollister
Sergeant walked up.
Sam
She alive? Yeah. I tell Hollister okay to let him see her, Sergeant? Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. I started back to the patrol car and stepped back or led a convertible onto the shoulder. A girl got out. A pretty girl. And I thought of the kid by the ambulance who would never be pretty again. Then I felt the sergeant's hand in my arm. He was staring at her. This is Hollister.
Debbie Hollister
Yes, Sergeant. What happened? Where's Craig? What's the matter with you?
Craig Hollister
Well, we thought he.
Debbie Hollister
Oh, look, she's just a kid.
Dispatcher/Patrolman
Hey, Pete.
Craig Hollister
Bring Hollister over here.
Sam
I guess she figured she was old enough to get fried to the Guild and try to make that grade. On a rainy night, your husband saved her life. How? She and Art here almost broke their next catching. Kind of blasted her to pieces.
Debbie Hollister
Where is Craig?
Sam
Is he all right? That beans.
Debbie Hollister
Craig, darling, what is it?
Sam
It wasn't you.
Craig Hollister
I better skip it.
Sam
Craig.
Craig Hollister
No, no. Now, you ought to know. Debbie, I want you to know. I thought the girl was you.
Sam
Me?
Debbie Hollister
But why me? Oh, I see. And it could have been, couldn't it?
Craig Hollister
Long time ago, maybe. Long time ago.
Sam
Well, his arm was around her when they walked away. But Debbie Hollister had a kind of thoughtful look in her eye. You kind of wonder at a time like that what two people are thinking. I turn back to the sergeant. You okay?
Craig Hollister
Oh, sure.
Sam
Yeah.
Craig Hollister
I say, Sergeant.
Sam
About us not going back for Pappy. I was driving, you know. Yeah, I know. Well, forget it. Learn anything tonight? Yeah, I learned something, Sam.
Episode: Highway Patrol 19xx.xx.xx Highway Patrol
Date: January 23, 2026
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
This episode of "Harold’s Old Time Radio" brings listeners back to the golden days of family radio drama with a suspenseful episode of "Highway Patrol." Set on a rainy, treacherous night, the story revolves around patrolmen Sam and Craig Hollister as they face both the perils of patrolling mountain roads and the personal crises that can arise from their profession. When a high-speed chase unexpectedly becomes deeply personal, the line between duty and emotion is tested.
"Sometimes it takes you years to get to know a guy. Sometimes on the highway patrol, you learn all about a man in 10 minutes."
— Sam (01:11)
"You actually catch speeders on this, Howard."
— Sam (02:51)
"That's how I met her… She was roaring down the hill with a car full of ponies."
— Craig Hollister (04:08)
"That's not your wife, is it?"
— Sam (06:58)
"She's still a little wild, but she's not crazy."
— Craig Hollister (07:00)
"It's Debbie's car... Why would she try to run you down?"
— Sam & Craig Hollister (09:44–09:52)
"If she tries to run this block, we'll shoot at her."
— Sergeant (15:33)
"What kind of roadblocks? The words giant shooting at a woman."
— Craig Hollister (14:26)
"Don’t make me pull my gun on you."
— Craig Hollister (15:54)
"That did it. The heavy car began to burn, hesitated."
— Sam (18:48)
"Debbie, I want you to know. I thought the girl was you."
— Craig Hollister (21:13)
"Oh, I see. And it could have been, couldn't it?"
— Debbie Hollister (21:22)
"Learn anything tonight? Yeah, I learned something, Sam."
— Craig Hollister (22:10)
The episode’s tone balances tense, high-stakes drama with intimate, personal moments—narrated with the clipped, gritty dialogue of mid-century police dramas. The interplay between the danger of the road, the nostalgia for old radio, and the deep humanity of the characters blend into an engaging moral tale about the costs and commitments of those who serve.
By combining suspense, character studies, and moral quandaries, this "Highway Patrol" episode not only delivers excitement and nostalgia but also explores the strains law enforcement may place on the people behind the badge and their loved ones. The emotional climax and unexpected twist provide poignant commentary on perception, fate, and the ever-present tension between duty and personal life.