tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32512109.post2018354116428580297..comments2024-03-27T11:10:52.382-07:00Comments on On My Mind: Train of ThoughtJayhawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00756807802218022043noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32512109.post-35781470945507386772008-05-16T09:22:00.000-07:002008-05-16T09:22:00.000-07:00Who knew?I did. My dad was a Chicago copper (an ho...<EM>Who knew?</EM><BR/><BR/>I did. My dad was a Chicago copper (an honest one) for 31 years until his too-early death at 51 years old. During the original Mayor Daley years, he was a Deputy Superintendent (i.e. one of four "number 2's" in the department).<BR/><BR/>Once, me and my two brothers were pulled over in downtown Chicago for speeding, with a station wagon filled with fellow-members of our then-high-school track team (in uniform, on our way to a track meet).<BR/><BR/>The officer politely and helpfully explained that the ticket was for $50, but he had only one pencil with which to write it. Did we want to purchase the pencil for $20, we were asked?<BR/><BR/>My brother, who was driving, handed over his license and asked the officer to check the name on the license before he asked any more questions.<BR/><BR/>The officer read the name, handed the license back, and told us to drive carefully.<BR/><BR/>As my father used to say:<BR/><BR/>"There's nothing wrong with a police state, when you're the police."Midwestern Progressivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16191280443683589023noreply@blogger.com