My Son Hid from a Biker — Ten Years Later, He Saved That Man a Seat

Synopsis

My name is Officer Mark Callahan. At the time, I worked patrol for a small department east of Tulsa, close enough to Route 66 that the old road still shaped the town. Diners opened early for shift workers. Gas stations sold burnt coffee beneath fluorescent lights. Motorcycles passed through in loose groups when the weather warmed. He loved the polished…