Cops And Fathers

Wednesday and Thursday, I was down in Champaign to watch my cousin graduate from Police Training Institute. The ceremony was a little long, but that's because there were over eighty in his class. Overall, it was a pretty cool thing to behold. I'm proud as hell for him.

While on my little trip, I learned a couple of things:

1. I keep my house way too cool. I was sweating in the hotel, but I couldn't turn the air on... it was too cold.

2. There were some lady officers that I wouldn't mind having rough me up and cuff me. Just no stuffing.

During the ceremony, a woman sat in front of us with her three very unruly kids. I realize that kids will be kids, but damn... these kids went above and beyond. They were terrors. And she wouldn't settle them down. Not even a threat.

Come time for the presentation of the certificates, all of the new officers lined up along the side and back walls. The loudest of the hellions stood up on his chair, and watched as they lined up. I could see he was frustrated and probably looking for his dad. After looking them all up and down, he yelled at his mother, "I can't even tell which one of them is my real dad!!!"

She looked very nice in that shade of red.

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 3, 2005 09:23 PM