When my aged Uncle Mort tells a story that is not “truth-proofed,” it merely means he heard it somewhere, and details may be accurate – or, more likely – figments of his imagination. Herewith is his most current tale.An habitual criminal – swearing to lead a new life on the straight and narrow – still owed society some “slammer time” for transgressions committed on life’s crooked road.When his sentencing date was set, he asked a Southern gospel quartet to compose a short ditty he hoped the judge would use to “sing the sentencing.” The singers thought it to be a ...