Monday, May 23, 2016


I was working speeders on Friday at a spot I haven't worked in quite a few months.

It's fun to see people, after that amount of time, still glancing over as they drive by to see if I'm there.

Yup!  I'm there...

Saturday, November 29, 2014

And Now for Something Completely Different....

This is not entirely a police related topic, but it still irks me.

When did pajama bottoms and flip-flops become proper public attire? Every day I see people wearing their freakin' bed clothes to the store, to restaurants, and even to school. WTF? And I'm not just talking about teenagers either. I see grown adults dropping their kids off for school or grocery shopping while wearing pajama bottoms. I even saw a gal the other day wearing SLIPPERS for crying out loud.

Then you see the women who think it's "sexy" to let their pajama bottoms sag down so low it shows off their ass fault. This is not sexy, it's slovenly. It makes me want to tell these people to put some clothes on.

It seems that the people who dress in this fashion are also the ones who have a fashionable attitude. If you comment on their clothing, they snap back at you as if it's none of your business how they dress. IT IS MY BUSINESS! I HAVE TO LOOK AT YOUR ASS STANDING IN LINE IN FRONT OF ME!

Then there's the stuff parents wear when they're taking their kids to school. I saw a guy just this morning who was wearing a t-shirt that said "DON'T GIVE" with a picture of a rat, holding a leash, attached to a donkey. What kind of message are we sending when we take our first grader to school while we are wearing a t-shirt that says we don't give a rat's ass?

Last week it was a mother wearing a "Camel Towing" t-shirt. And don't even get me started on the giant marijuana leaves. These are the people who wonder why the police pay so much attention to them. Give me a freakin' break. It makes me want to get a t-shirt that says "You're an idiot", but then again, I don't want to reduce myself to their level.

What has our society become when people feel that they can do whatever they want, then blame it on someone else when they are called on it?


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Pinching Pennies...

On a recent trip to our friendly neighborhood traffic court, I overheard a defendant say to the commissioner "I was hoping, since this is my first offense, the fine could be lowered."

Funny thing is, the fine for a first offense IS lower than for subsequent offenses.

I guess it's your lucky day...

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Any Questions?

There seems to be a disconnect in the brains of people who come into our traffic court.  They don't seem to understand the difference between a question and a statement.

When the commissioner asks "Do you have questions of the officer?", almost every defendant, every day starts out with something similar to "Yes.  So, what had happened was, there I was, driving along and minding my own business....."

It's basic English folks.  Questions begin with who, what, where, why, how, is it true that, etc...

If you have no questions, simply say "No, I don't have any questions, I'd just like to tell my side of the story."

It's really not rocket surgery...

Friday, October 31, 2014

Hats & Bats...

Hats and Bats. That's one way to say we're gearing up for crowd control. We're getting our riot helmets and our riot batons out and getting ready for a scrum.

So it was funny last Halloween when I looked at Mrs. Smith's ears and saw her Halloween ear rings. She was wearing little googly eyed bats and little witch hats.

Hats & Bats.


I miss you, my dearest.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Blue Widow(er)...

I'm a widower.

Wait, what?

The past three weeks have seen quite the transition in my life.  Lots of things have been rolling around in my head, and I've had to come to terms with some new things.  Lots of new questions, and not many answers.

I find myself wondering about things most people don't have to consider.  Then I find I don't know the answers.  I don't even know if there is a right or wrong answer.

My wife is physically gone from my life.  All I have left is her pictures, her memories, and the box of ashes that sits on my bookshelf for the moment.  In time, that too will be gone.  Her wish was to be scattered at sea, and I intend to honor that wish.

I continue to wear my wedding ring, and I still feel married.  I did not divorce my wife.  I did not leave my wife and she did not leave me.  She died, we are not unmarried.  So now, what is appropriate?

How long should I wear my ring?  Forever?  A year?  More?  Less?  There is not one right answer, and I know the best answer is that I will know when it's time.  But will it ever be time?

I still refer to her as my wife, and for the same reasons.  Our relationship was stronger than ever when she passed, and I don't feel like I'm any less married.  What now?  She's not my ex-wife.  I hate hearing "my late wife".  She's not late, she's gone.  My dead wife sounds even worse.  I have yet to find any term I feel is appropriate, other than "my wife".

Please understand, dear readers, that I am not looking for advice here.  I know only I can find the answers to these questions.  I am merely voicing my thoughts here to give a bit of insight to those of you who have never had a spouse pass away.

I would not wish this upon my worst enemy...

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Of Men and Boys...

A man doesn't run away when he hears the words "stage IV cancer".

A man is not afraid to wear pink.

A man will hold his wife's purse and doesn't give a tinker's damn what anybody else thinks.

A man will hold his wife's hair while she pukes her guts up.

A man will brush her hair to make her feel better after puking.

A man will love her even when all her hair falls out.

I have heard of many "men" recently who have left their significant other when faced with her cancer diagnosis, and I just don't get it.  How can you claim to love someone, then leave when she is facing the most difficult time of her life?

Yes, it IS difficult to live with someone who is dealing with cancer, chemotherapy, pain, nausea and myriad other health effects all day, every day.  But that's what you signed up for when you said "I do".

And don't give me the line about "I wouldn't expect her to hang around if I had cancer."


If you can't be troubled to comfort your wife and support her through her treatment until she is either healthy again, or God forbid, gone...

You are not allowed to call yourself a man.

Man card revoked...