Tanner was just 15, when his dad, Weld County Deputy Sam Brownlee, was killed in the line of duty after a police chase in 2010.
Nearly five years later, Tanner and his brother, Chase, were hoping to get one of their dad's prized possessions from the Weld County Sheriff's Office.
As the bids reached $50,000, Tanner's limit had clearly come and gone, just like his dad's car.
"60! Sold it your way, Mr. Steve Wells. Thank you very much," said the auctioneer.
The car sold for $60,000 to a local rancher. Tanner didn't know Wells before Wednesday, but won't be able to forget him now.
As soon as the auctioneer handed Wells the keys, he turned to Tanner.
"Tanner, here's your car," said Wells.
"You had no idea that that guy in the back was bidding and was going to hand you the keys?" asked 7NEWS reporter Marshall Zelinger.
"Nope. I shook his hand and I didn't know," said Tanner. "It means so much to me."
Friday, May 15, 2015
"It'd mean a lot to me and my brother" (video at the link)
"Sons of fallen Weld County Sheriff's Deputy outbid at auction for dad's squad car; get keys anyway"
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I do like it!
But 60 grand? He could have donated that to the Clinton foundation and ended AIDS and children in poverty around the world. At least a couple grand would have made it to those causes, but now none will. He could have paid some of the Clintons' bills. Cold bastard.
Weld county is home to some really good folks who do things like this.
(ie: it's not leftist)
Warms the heart.
Man spends $60,000 on a car only to give the car to a kid and becomes an instant hero.
G Stephanopoulus spends $75,000 on a charity that doesn't give hardly anything to charity and looks like a chump.
There's a lesson for everyone to learn from.
When you hear the term "American Exceptionalism" ....THIS is what it means. It's not a national meme, or some global imperialist theory, it is every day action and reaction by ordinary USA people. Most will step up and give when they do not have to do so...and THAT is "exceptional."
Money means nothing to the man. Had they told him beforehand it would have been, could have been, should have been a LOT less expensive but the trick and the surprise to his gift was more important than tens of thousands of saved cash, all for a surprise. The sons were bidding against themselves, against the man's insensate open wallet, the whole time.
Is that Weld Colorado? *checks* Yes.
That's where one of my paintings resides. The largest of all, Geese of Meidum with my own little fish. The host never fails to point out the signature is spelled out in bubbles of one of the fish. Egyptian fish. It's dwarfed by the 1/3 sectioned off room that it's in with its 3/4 wall that it's on. Dwarfed by that 3/4 wall. It's weird. So unassuming, unpretentious, unobtrusive, so doll-like a space, yet so huge.
But you know what? Two days ago I was flipping through photos of tomb paintings containing fish comparing hieroglyphics to descriptions and one of the photo descriptions said, "fish for an offering"
That would be, no. Fish cannot be an offering. They go to stink too fast in the Egyptian heat. So no. No to fish for offerings. They're not good enough.
But they're perfect for a big cookout. So probably that. A ready supply. A fast food market right there. For free! Just go get it. That is what the scene is depicting, preparation for a feast, not an offering.
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