Everyone was real excited to see what they looked like, because we'd never had custom license tags in Tennessee before. So everyone was gathered around, license clerks, tax assessors, secretaries, watching while the mayor took out his pocket knife and sliced open that packing case from the state prison at Brushy Mountain. They made all the Tennessee plates up there in those days. Anyway, the mayor pulled out the packing and unwrapped the top plate. It was five zeros.
Lets see what a real one looks like.
When the mayor lifted the third tag out of that box and unwrapped it, everyone just busted up. Some prisoner up there expressing his opinion of the rest of us. So I got 'em. I've had 'em ever since. I don't guess I ever knew what happened to that third tag, I expect some old boy has it nailed up in his garage some place.