Over the belt, that is…gained 5 pounds.
Christmas with the Mulligan Clan. Got to see my grandson, who is eleven months old, walking and throwing balls. We had my parents, and two of the sons. The third was at Ft Bragg building up pallets for deployment. My daughter was in LA doing some film work. All in all, very gratifying.
On the day after Christmas I rode with my son the cop for about 5 hours of his shift. If you haven’t been in a police car during patrol, I can guaranty you have some misconceptions. In a city of more than 200,000 people, the entire force on patrol at any given time is 25 officers. They’re covering a large area. And they don’t have time to simply drive around and write tickets. My son told me he tries to write one each shift. That gets him a couple of hours of overtime when he appears in court.
Except for that, he isn’t making any effort to find driving violations. We got on a freeway a couple of times to slow down traffic. He just got into the traffic flow and waited for everyone around to slow down. Then we exited. Once, when someone ahead didn’t slow down, he turned on the radar and video camera and followed. About the time he was ready to hit the lights and siren, the driver finally decided to let off the gas. We took the next exit.
This was, in his words, a slow shift, He normally works a very dangerous neighborhood, but that night was sent to patrol an upper middle class area as a stress break. He couldn’t stand it, and any time someone got a call in his regular beat, we blasted over as backup. On this ‘slow night