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Sable and the Ball
Posted May 29, 2003
We stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up some snacks for Sci Fi Summer, con we're going to this weekend. While we were there, we picked up beach ball that was about two feet across for Sable, our dog.
She loved it when we got home. We threw it out in the front yard. She'd chase after it, but since it was so big, she always wound up pushing it away from her. Sometimes she'd sort of get on top of it. It would roll away from her. It was wet from the dew on the lawn, and it rolled like great big ball bearing underneath her. She punched it her nose, and it would roll off. She chased it around for 15 minutes before she finally got a good grip on it with her teeth and popped it.
She was worn out but proud. She carried it around with her for another 15 minutes when we let her back in the house. She kept walking by the water bowl like she wanted a drink, but she wouldn't put the popped ball down to get one.
It was a well spent $2.50.
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I Hate Thieves
Posted May 29, 2003
We went to a movie tonight. As we were leaving, I watched to guys go to the door of the theatre and hold the door open to let four of their friends in. I saw what they were up to long before they did it. I was pretty pissed off, and told my wife that I couldn't stand thieves, and I thought they were a bunch of punks. After my wife walked away, one of them came up to me and asked me how I was doing. He held out his hand like he expected to me to shake it. I just stared at him until he walked away.
It pisses me off that the theatre doesn't do anything about these guys. They keep a couple of police officers at the front entrance in uniform. They need one undercover cop at the side entrances and rear exits. I could make a ton of arrests there.
Blatant stealing pisses me off.
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Police Tales
Posted May 28, 2003
I thought it would be fun to share a few stories.
In the middle of the night, I was cruising up the interstate. I looked over and saw a funny light in the grassy area between an on-ramp and the interstate. I turned around to investigate. I parked my car on the side of the highway and I was still 50 yards away from the light. It looked like someone was camped up there. There was a truck with an interior light on, and it looked like there was a tent pitched right behind it. I was dumbfounded. Who would have the gall to camp in the interstate right-of-way not 200 yards from a regular campground? I walked up to see what the heck they were doing.
As I came closer, I saw that it wasn't a campsite; it was a pretty serious accident. There was an Isuzu Trooper that had been filled to the roof with someone's worldly possessions. The cargo area and all the passenger seats were piled high. The vehicle had backed into a tree with such force that the door on the back of the sport utility vehicle was on top of the vehicle. What I thought was a tent, was bunch of the stuff from the back of the vehicle piled in a heap where it fell out of the SUV. Strangely, I was overwhelmed by the odor of broken wildflowers that the vehicle had run over.
I saw a guy stumbling back to the wreck. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was sloshed. I was a little confused because I couldn't smell any alcohol on him because of all the stupid flowers. He was limping on what was pretty clearly a broken ankle. I asked him what happened. He said that he was backing out. I saw tracks coming from the on-ramp to the vehicle. "Backing up from what?" I asked.
I started interviewing my DUI suspect. I asked him where he was coming from, and he said, "Illinois." I was mildly surprised. I asked him where he was going. He said, "New Jersey." I was amused. I asked him where he thought he was. He looked confused for a moment as he pondered. "Iowa." That was about all I needed.
I arrested him and had him transported to the hospital. The blood test an hour after the accident showed a Blood Alcohol Content of .28.
It turns out that he had just finalized a divorce that morning in Illinois. He had been drinking whisky and driving since he left the court.
Since he had a broken ankle, I cut him loose on a copy of the ticket so we wouldn't have to pay his bills. We haven't heard from him since. I wonder if he even knows that he was arrested for DUI.
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Wish Me Luck
Posted May 20, 2003
Tomorrow is the big day.
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Fugitives Should Not Bring Children to Jail
Posted May 11, 2003
I don't talk about work much here. Last year, I was fed up with my department, and I was ready to leave the law enforcement. I was willing to take any job that made more than $30,000 a year. Then it occurred to me that I could transfer to the sheriff's office, make $34,000 a year, and still retain my county time and benefits. The downside is that I have to work in the jail, which is step down from being a road officer.
It has it's moments. The inmates are used to poorly trained jailors. They're not used to dealing with veteran officers. Some of them have been surprised to learn that they can be arrested in the jail. One of my sergeants said that none of my arrests would go anywhere because no one cares what happens in the jail. Yet, each of my cases has resulted in state time.
I've moved to a different position in the jail where I deal with inmate's problems and run their visitation. In the prison system, they're called counselors. I sometimes refer to it as being the concierge.
Again, no one seems to be used to having aggressive experienced officers. When people come to visit the inmates, we ask for their identification so that we can log them in. I started running people for warrants on the computer.
Today, a lady came for visitation. She had two kids with her and an attitude. She was wearing a tank top, which we don't allow. I told her to get a shirt, which she did, but with poor grace. Once I let the visitors in to speak with the crooks they love, I started running people. Then I got a call back that one of the people wanted. It turned out it was the same lady. I informed her of the warrant, and asked her who we could call to come get the kids. She said that she didn't know. I told her that we'd have to call DFACS (Department of Family and Children's Services) to come get them if she could get anyone on the line. That got her to the point of getting someone to come. I took her down to be booked in, and came back to the visitation office where I waited with these kids for an adult to come get them.
It amuses me that fugitives come to jail for visitation, but it's a real pain in the butt when they bring their kids.
Hopefully, this stint in the jail will be over in July. My place is on the road putting people in jail. Keeping idiots in jail isn't my cup of tea.
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