@WanderingWilbo is having a beer at the public house where in the middle of summer 2010, a man drank allegedly four beers over four hours, and a little later, slammed into Wilbo's truck rear bumper.

A police report is a matter of public record. However I, a party to a
lawsuit, will speak only on the literary record. If said driver had
only consumed 4 beers in 4 hours at this bar with no name, the police
record would not contain an action against him. 4 in 4 is going to
leave a man reasonably sober. So if he created a story around number
of beers, maybe his bar story is slightly off too. I am drinking a
Blue Moon tonight, and I'll consume about half before calling my cab.
For my daughter's sake, you're not going to catch me riding dirty. Let
us cross the city to another classic Muskegon bar. There a man
recognized me. He had cut me out of my car that morning. He offered a
comment on my antagonist driver's condition, and then his girlfriend,
wisely, declared the conversation over. I still got to buy the mensch
a beer of his choice. And then I left, quite aware that this town is
too small. The beauty of a police report is one knows exactly whose
life touched your life and even a correct spelling of name. Stalking
is possible but ill-advised. It is possible he is a prominent local
business man. I have not looked for his name on a court docket, but
will eventually for sake of closure, find out if he beat the rap or
did time, paid fines. It would be Christian to visit him in prison. It
would be Christian to forgive him, but such a reconciliation is not
written into the code, civil or criminal.

Is my beer on the wooden bar half full or half empty It is
overflowing. I am alive to drink it.

This may be a work of fiction. Time to hail my cabbie.