Roger Everson Thackeray, IV, whom family and friends called “Rog E,” or “Roggie,” was educated by aphorism. Those same family and friends would proclaim to Roggie in appropriate circumstances such insights as “all that glitters is not gold,” “haste makes waste,” “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,” and “don’t judge a book by its cover.”
It was “haste makes waste” that rang through Roggie’s mind as he looked back on the mistake he made one bitter cold night six years ago. He hadn’t felt like putting on all the clothes he would have needed to trudge through the slushy snow to get the prepaid cell phone he had left in his car three blocks from his apartment. He had hastily used his landline. “Goddam, haste makes waste,” he kept telling himself as he sat on the top bunk of the dank cell.
If he had only taken the time to get the cell phone and not used his landline to call one of his captains out on the street, the police wouldn’t have traced the call to him.
Roger Everson Thackeray, IV, was now serving 10 years for trafficking in methamphetamine. Yes, haste makes waste. But also, don’t judge a book by its cover.