Monthly Archives: May 2008
My mother sent me this email that she received this weekend and I thought I’d share it with you all for Memorial Day. It’s easy to have a cookout and enjoy a day off from work, but please save a prayer or thought for those who are doing their part to keep America beautiful. I don’t know who wrote the original email, but very few forwarded emails touch me like this one did.
Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While
> I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind
> me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and
> witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
> Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As
> they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone)
> was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.
> When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded
> and cheered for, it hit me. I’m not alone. I’m not the only red-
> blooded American who still loves this country and supports our
> troops and their families.
> Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young
> unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for
> us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.
> Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of
> our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years
> old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said
> The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her
> daddy for her.
> The young soldier, who didn’t look any older than maybe 22 himself,
> said he would try and what did she want to give to her Daddy. Then
> suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him
> the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
> The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter’s name was
> Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and
> had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how
> much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier
> began to tear up.
> When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation,
> all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one
> of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-
> talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and
> forth on it.
> After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back
> over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, ‘I spoke to your
> daddy and he told me to give this to you.’ He then hugged this
> little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
> He finished by saying ‘your daddy told me to tell you that he loves
> you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.’
> The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the
> young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I
> was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.
> As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people
> resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked
> around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young
> soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a
> kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
> We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families
> and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day,
> it’s good to be an American.
Ok, now that I got your attention, technically she wasn’t super hawt, she was cute in that dirty bad girl sort of way with the tatts and piercing’s)
she’s only been a lesbian for a few months but I digress.
ON WITH THE STORY….
I got a call for a walk in complaint for threats. Seems as if HLS (hot lesbian stripper) either did or didn’t tell her sister about the sisters cheating husband. Cheating husband then left some very volatile violent threats on HLS voicemail. (I do love idiot suspects who do the “proving” part of my job for me) I took down all the info and then had her sit in one of the report rooms and write out her account of the incident in her own handwriting. I did not yet know she was a HLS as of this point in the story, but again I’m getting ahead of myself.
BACK TO THE STORY…………
While I was doing that one of my co-workers asked me if I had change for a $5 for the candy vending machine. I peeled off five ones for him, to which he commented “Using up your stripper roll?” I chuckled and told him his mama was only going to get spare change from me this week.
That’s when I hear coming from the report room “what you guys got against strippers?”
By this time I am beginning to really laugh, either I’m being expertly punked or I just inserted my foot directly in my mouth trying to be a wiseass. I look at her and say “lemme guess you are a stripper, what are the freaking odds of that?” She gave me that boy don’t you feel stupid smile and told me that yes she was a stripper and where she worked. Letting us know it’s a high end champagne club. To which I nudged my coworker and said “I think she’s telling us that we cops don’t make enough scratch to get in there” I gave her the boy don’t you feel stupid smile as she began backpedaling We all then had a spirited debate on the best strip clubs in the area and she then tried to recruit one of our meter maids as a stripper.
End result, coworker got his candy bar, HLS call will be investigated, meter maid is mulling over a career change and I had tons of paperwork to get through.
As I reported in the last post, I had a grand old time busting another cops chops yesterday about the duck caper.
Well, I report the good the bad and the truly ugly for you my blog readers. And by truly ugly I mean when police payback is delivered it is delivered with a vengeance. Cop Style Vengeance.
I had a domestic tonight where the suspect laid out his girlfriend with one punch. He was then "subdued" by bystanders. In the process of the subduing the suspect defecated in his pants.
He was my arrest so one of the other thoughtful cops decided to place the suspect in my police car for me. He also took the liberty of rolling up all of my windows and putting the heat on in the car with the poopy pants suspect marinating in the back seat. I got a full fragrant blast as I got in the car to transport the guy to jail.
IT WAS TRULY NASTY
I haven’t posted much lately. Everything has been blasé around here lately. No real blogworthy stuff. I don’t like to use the blog to bitch about stuff, but working without a contract for so long, all kinds of new rules and regulations coming down from management and daily minutia has left me not finding the funny in my job lately.
Regarding the above issues, I can understand that things have to be orderly, I can understand that there needs to be accountability, but what I can’t understand is the constant erosion of officer discretion due to new general orders and directives being sent down to us on a daily basis at a time where management has to know that morale is at an all time low due to contract issues.
With that being said, I do have a funny to report. Working the other day, I was talking to the officer in the sector that abuts mine right after we hit the streets after roll call (The guy is an awesome friend and great cop) but he is low key, solitary, and one of the most sarcastically funny people I know. And he doesn’t like to let on that he is a nice guy and has feelings.
As we were talking I saw the car approach the parking lot. (I do have to say here that veteran cops can spot someone from a mile away who is going to drive up and ask for directions or give a heads up about something) It sometimes is a pleasant experience for the cop but we have that split second sinking feeling that this person may be that lonely person who will attempt to keep us talking to them for hours just for the human contact.
I didn’t have to worry because just as the car approached I got an alarm call in my sector. The other cop would have to interact with this person alone. (There is no "leave no man behind rule" when it comes to dealing with the public, so I was happily on my way.
As I pulled away I heard the other cop (the guy I was chatting with) radio into dispatch that he was going off with an "animal call" I chuckled to myself. I checked on the alarm and beat feet back to find out what the "animal call" was. As I arrived, the other cop was just finishing the call. It seems that a duckling had fallen into a catch basin and was trapped. The car that approached us earlier had requested help in freeing the duckling. She had been on the phone all day with different agencies and had gotten the run around. So she decided to do it herself but couldn’t get the storm drain off. That’s when she asked for assistance. The other cop freed the duck and brought it down to the pond and reunited it with it’s fine feathered family.
After they left I had a field day making ducky references to the cop all night long, calling him Scrooge McDuck,Daffy, Donald, Baby Huey etc… One reference that stuck out was the Make Way For Ducklings story I used to read to my kids when they were younger (only with him leading the parade of ducklings)
As a cop, no good deed goes unpunished (or un ragged on) but I got to say he did a great job and I am glad that it all had a happy ending. Hell no I won’t stop teasing him and if anyone knows where I can get a 7 foot tall stuffed or rubber ducky please let me know…..
I went to the wake of an old school buddy last night, I have had a handful of school mates that have passed on since high school, but last night’s one was the younger brother of a good friend of mine back in the day.
We all grew up in the 70′s in New England and some of my fondest memories were of all of us playing street hockey imagining ourselves as the next Stanley Cup winning Bruins team.
We all intermittently kept in touch through the years but life happens and family and raising kids take the place of old friends. Several years back Stevie contracted EEE. Eastern Equine Encephalitis. It ravaged him,he ended up beating it but he developed a seizure disorder. He kept it in check enough to get married and have a somewhat normal life. But after about 15 years of dealing with it his body gave out. He had a massive seizure and passed away this past week. He was a great kid, had an awesome spirit, and was a ferocious competitor, he also had one hell of a slap shot.
As I said before, we all grew up in the same neighborhood, we were all middle class families, into sports, girls, cars and all the things that go with it. I noticed when I went up to pay my respects that they had a picture board displayed with candid shots of Stevie through the years. Its strange how things hit you at the weirdest times.
I was looking at all the pictures, remembering the good old days when the actual photos struck me like a bolt of lightning. There were all different camera type shots that made up the collage of photos and I realized that they looked exactly like my mothers box of photos of us growing up.
There were the real old baby photos from the early 70′s taken with the old Kodak flashbulb boxy type camera (the first generation of color photos), then there were middle school pictures taken with the new "top of the line" instant cameras (the kind everyone would shake out to make the image come out faster).
At the same time in history school photos were all about the trick photography fancy stuff and there was an old 3rd grade photo of him with a full front profile background and then in the foreground was a right profile superimposed looking shot. I remembered I had one of those somewhere and how I was amazed how they made them look like they did. I also remembered how I had gotten into a fistfight a few days before the photo session and that my front tooth was missing in that shot.
More shots came into view and I noticed that the high school aged photos were 35 millimeter (larger photo paper and more vibrant colors) and then the newest photos were all digital prints.
I realized that in those photos were not only Stevie’s personal history, but the history of our generation.
I paid my respects to the family, remembered the old days and left to go back to work. Time waits for no one, I had a shots fired call just minutes after I got settled back in my sector.