tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post2429345708486164549..comments2024-03-29T08:16:54.069-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: Keeping My Town SafeVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-61814554759125287882015-01-13T14:05:41.970-06:002015-01-13T14:05:41.970-06:00Harry...In my area these relationships exist in th...Harry...In my area these relationships exist in the smaller towns, where everybody knows everybody else and has since childhood. Although my town is a big city suburb, it has always had the feeling of small town America. My relationship with law enforcement comes from a couple of things. Before my husband died, there were several occasions when I had to call 911 for his medical issues, and I got to know the officers then. The ones who know me by name are the ones who answered the call the night he died, and were here throughout that ordeal. They made a point to stop if they saw me outside and ask if I was doing alright. One of the same officers was one of those who rescued my two little dogs from my apartment when we had that fire in my building. I have worked at various stores in town over the years and have gotten to know some that way.<br /><br />They have never been called to my apartment to settle a domestic dispute. They have never had to haul me off to the drunk tank. I have never hurled abusive language at them and I have made it a point to thank them when they have helped me. They aren't perfect and neither am I. But I have found a way to live without fear of authority and without having to worry about abuse from them. You give respect - you get respect.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-26355324989449490232015-01-13T13:25:37.318-06:002015-01-13T13:25:37.318-06:00I didn't think there was anywhere left where t...I didn't think there was anywhere left where the relationship between police and citizens was on that level.Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-78746281345428154442015-01-11T21:02:06.904-06:002015-01-11T21:02:06.904-06:00Rob...Yeah, that's about all anyone can do, I ...Rob...Yeah, that's about all anyone can do, I guess. He won't lay off the booze unless he wants to.<br />That officer is the same one who was here and so very helpful the night my husband died and was also here when there was a fire in my building. He and a couple others will stop to chat a bit if I see them on the street.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-23471186199549073382015-01-11T20:21:07.534-06:002015-01-11T20:21:07.534-06:00Just think of "Billy" as entertainment. ...Just think of "Billy" as entertainment. Nice the officer remembers you. Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-82958297273100194922015-01-11T18:00:09.590-06:002015-01-11T18:00:09.590-06:00Jess...I've known this guy for years - ever si...Jess...I've known this guy for years - ever since I had to run him off the convenience store where I worked, due to his drinking and penchant for picking fights. When he's sober, he is pleasant to talk to, but drunk he's his own worst enemy. The alcohol will kill him or he will pick a fight with the wrong guy. It's sad.<br /><br />My Dad had that "short man syndrome," so to speak. He didn't ever pick fights, but because he stood 5'5" tall, he always seemed to think he had to prove something, like carrying a load heavier than anyone else on the job. He didn't realize that in the eyes of his children, he was a giant of a man - not because of his size but because of his character.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-31201602424942113752015-01-11T17:13:59.153-06:002015-01-11T17:13:59.153-06:00I worked with a young man that had the "short...I worked with a young man that had the "short man syndrome". He was always cut, bruised, and stayed that way for a long time, since he was diabetic; and refused to take care of his health. <br /><br />He liked to fight, but never realized his fighting days were numbered. I wonder if he's still alive. Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-38929353787619074802015-01-11T11:14:06.992-06:002015-01-11T11:14:06.992-06:00Duane...As you know, Babe's Bar can be the sou...Duane...As you know, Babe's Bar can be the source of a considerable amount of entertainment for the bystander. Especially on a Saturday night!<br />Love, MomVickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-12142082760201424622015-01-11T09:11:21.855-06:002015-01-11T09:11:21.855-06:00Now that's funny. DuaneNow that's funny. DuaneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-85932148205137379832015-01-11T06:03:54.406-06:002015-01-11T06:03:54.406-06:00Gorges...Living next door to a bar has a way of pr...Gorges...Living next door to a bar has a way of providing comic relief now and then. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-11062057808920090802015-01-11T03:12:23.148-06:002015-01-11T03:12:23.148-06:00It's always nice to have a little homegrown en...It's always nice to have a little homegrown entertainment, as opposed to watching the box. lolGorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.com