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The 911 call for the man yelling at his 15 year old daughter out in the street in a quiet neighborhood. I arrived and talked to the
guy. Turns out he was mad because he was teaching his daughter how to drive and she had badly scraped the car’s wheels on a
curb. The car: a very, very expensive BMW sedan. I felt bad for the girl. I berated the dad.

The police department patrol division got several new patrol bicycles one year. Nice black Cannondales, with a cargo bag in the
back. Plenty of room for me to add some heavy bricks; one each. To class them up a bit I wrapped the bricks in aluminum foil
first. A couple of the bike patrol officers noticed the 4.5 pound additions right away and removed them. A couple others though
did not notice and went off riding on patrol, with extra bricks as ballast. Hey, it’s good resistance training.

The time I got talked into going to the mayor’s party on reelection night and I had to spend some effort literally dodging the
news reporter and photographer there; I finally had to explain to them that if the mayor lost the election, then I didn’t want to
be seen there. Guess what. The mayor lost. We got a new mayor. And guess who was clearly visible in the newspaper’s published
photo of the losing incumbent’s party. On the front page.