Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The USS Constitution


Old Ironsides fought the Barbary Pirates. Here's Shannon, one of the many people who were terrorized by the pirates before the USS Constitution was built to patrol the seas.




Here's Shannon doing her part to fight the pirates.
And here's Old Ironsides herself, the oldest commissioned warship afloat in the world.

Bagpiping





So here I am this morning, piping away in the Navy Yard. Shannon managed to only get pictures with my cheeks blown up like a greedy chipmunk... oh well.


Here's one of the furry little guys now. Notice the resemblance.

Friday, October 26, 2007

It really is better to tell the truth

Just some friendly advice... If a cop catches you drinking and you're underage you have several options.

Option #1
  • Sit down when told to do so (especially when the officer is alone with a radio that doesn't work, your buddies are trying to get away, and the officer doesn't know if you were hiding weapons, drugs or beer behind your back. The officer invariably gets stressed and may become violent. It's best just to do what he or she says).
  • Give the officer your ID when asked.
  • Dump out the beer without arguing.
  • Go home without a ticket.

Option #2

  • Try to walk away, but come back when yelled at by the officer.
  • Sit down after told to several times.
  • Lie and say you don't have your ID.
  • Give a fake name.
  • Fess up later, admit that you lied, and hand over your ID.
  • Receive a citation and go home.

Option #3

  • Try to walk away and make the officer grab you.
  • Sit down only after told to do so repeatedly.
  • Give a fake name.
  • Insist that it's really your name, even when the officer doesn't believe you.
  • Keep on lying even when your friend fesses up.
  • Get handcuffed and searched, making the officer find your ID instead of just giving it up.
  • Get taken to jail by an officer who is now quite grumpy because all she wanted was to have you dump the beer out and leave, but now she has paperwork to do.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Visitor from the Deep North

My great friend Shannon, who I've known since 1996, is here visiting from Alaska. We are having a great time!


Here's the view of Boston from the top of the Bunker Hill Monument.






We walked all over Boston on Friday. We went first to Bunker Hill and then we wandered to Faneuil Hall. My roommate Dianne was giving a Ranger Program about the history of Faneuil Hall. We ate burritos at Boloco (and I had my favorite, a peanut butter smoothie with Soy Milk. Shannon wasn't so impressed). We also got half price day of the show tickets for Blue Man Group.

We had time to kill before the show at 2200 hrs so we wandered to the Old State House. The Old State house balcony is where the Declaration of Independence was first read. The reenact it every Independence Day. The building is a museum now. Our favorite room in the museum was the Favorite Things gallery, staff picks with some amusing explanations of why each artifact or painting was a favorite.


We got a seat at the Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant in Boston. I had some fantastic lobster ravioli. Shannon had a really tasty looking lobster, shrimp and scallop dish. We had Boston Creme pie for desert.


Then we went to the show (after wandering around the Theatre district for awhile to find it). I hadn't known what to expect, but it was really neat. Here we are afterwards with one of the cute Blue Men. Notice that he has no ears.


















On Saturday we got up and drove to Harvard, MA to pick apples at Phil's Orchard. We met Phil, he was making cider. We each bought a little quart jug for $2. We also got 1/2 peck bags to fill with apples. And being U-pick, we could eat as many as we wanted. Shannon ate three, I was more cautious and only ate two, but they were so good!





















Here they are dangling off the branches, ripe, juicy, and ready to be eaten. We didn't find any of those nasty Styrofoam apples you sometimes run into in the grocery store. These were all so sweet and yummy.


Here's Shannon taking her first bite of a fresh off the tree apple.











Later, Shannon made a fantastic apple pie with our fresh, delicious apples.
On Saturday afternoon we went to Harvard Square to see the Head of the Charles Rowing Regatta. I signed up to win a trip for two to Peru from GAP Adventures (the travel company who's catalog makes me drool). But the neatest thing about the Rowing Regatta wasn't the vendors (and that sickening fried dough. Why did I eat it?) or watching the crews slide by on the river. It was the used bookstore on the way back to the T. I think Shannon and I may be nerds. Happily so.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Finally! Cuffed and Stuffed another one!

It has been weeks since I made a case. I was getting antsy. Having weekends off is great and I'm not about to complain, but traffic really dies down during the week.

I've been staked out between my two favorite spots these last few nights. I've made some stops and written a couple tickets, but when 95% of the cars coming through an intersection are cabbies... it's tough (not that I won't stop a cab, we all know how they drive, it's just that I'd do nothing BUT stop cabs if I started. Sure some have warrants and I've gotten drugs out of cabs before, but I'd rather not deal with them).

But my dilligence paid off! I swear, not a single car had driven by in half an hour before my prey arrived. But arrive she did, at long last. Which made me a happy Ranger. I spent the last four hours of my shift writing my OUI report. Since I actually like reports, it's OK.

Now it's time for this night predator to hit the hay.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Mama, I recommend you don't read this article





A Surge in Cop Killings
Friday, Sep. 28, 2007 By SIOBHAN MORRISSEY/MIAMI

Enlarge Photo
Miami Dade police officers carry the casket of slain police officer Jose Somohano, who was killed in the line of duty.
Nuri Vallbona /

Correction Appended: October 2, 2007

Despite a recent small uptick in violent crime, most Americans are still by and large safer than they were in the crack-fueled early 1990s. The one notable exception is the people whose job it is to combat crime on a daily basis — the nation's police officers, who are being targeted and killed in greater numbers than at any time in recent years.


"There just seems to be that there's a greater willingness on the part of these bad guys to take out a police officer," Miami Police Chief John Timoney told TIME. "I see that locally here. Then you look at it nationally, there's [also] been a huge increase."


Statistics seem to bear out Timoney's assessment. Police officers killed in the line of duty surged to the highest midyear count in nearly three decades, in part due to a surge in fatal shootings, according to figures kept by the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund. As of September 18, the memorial fund showed shooting deaths up nearly 60% over last year, from 34 in 2006 to 54 this year (the worst year for such killings was 1975, when there were 99 deaths in the same period). Not only are officer shootings up, but the number of multiple deaths is also on the rise this year, says memorial fund president Craig Floyd. In the first nine months of 2007 there were six cases of more than one officer gunned down during the same shooting spree, up from just one in all of last year.


"You have to come to the conclusion that some of these heinous criminals just don't care," Floyd says. "Earlier in our history there was a code of some sense of respect, even among the most heinous criminals, that you would never harm a police officer, certainly never kill a police officer."


South Florida, along with the rest of the Southern U.S., where guns are easier to come by, has been particularly hard hit. In the past six weeks, two officers have been killed, and one recently got off life support after a gunman on a motorcycle shot him in the head. On Sept. 13, Miami-Dade police Sgt. Jose Somohano died and three other officers were injured by an assailant armed with an AK-47, three years to the day after the expiration of the Federal Assault Weapons ban. On August 6, a motorcyclist shot Broward Sheriff's Det. Maury Hernandez in the head when pulled over during a routine traffic stop. Although Hernandez survived and is recovering in a local hospital, his colleague, BSO Sgt. Christopher Reyka, who was shot just four days later while checking on stolen cars, did not.


"I don't understand exactly why in 2007 we have found ourselves in a position where we've had this many police officers shot and killed," says Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Chief Darrel Stephens, who also serves as president of the Major Cities Police Chiefs. "It's a big jump over the past year. We've had two officers killed in Charlotte on April 1. The last time we lost an officer who had been shot was in 1994. We went almost 14 years between that."


Timoney's answer to the emboldened attacks on his colleagues is to give them matching firepower. Although it had been in the works prior to officer Somohano's death, the day after the fatal shooting Timoney signed a new police directive authorizing Miami patrol officers to carry AR 15s, a military-grade assault weapon. "Cops understandably feel they are outgunned," Timoney says. "Nine, ten months ago we looked at what can we do to give the officers a fair chance."


Criminologists point to a wide range of contributing factors to the sudden spike in cop killings. The continuing proliferation of military-grade firearms often leaves police outgunned, while some gang initiations now include the express targeting of police — such as in April of 2004, when California Highway Patrol Officer Thomas Steiner was randomly shot outside a Pomona courthouse by a teen trying to prove himself to a local gang. Other experts and activists cite the desensitizing effect of popular culture, most notably violent video games, as a key reason that more young people have no compunction about opening fire on a man or woman in uniform.


Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, author of On Combat and On Killing, who trains the FBI and other law enforcement agencies, subscribes to that controversial notion. Grossman relates how officers raiding methamphetamine labs and gang hangouts often find violent video games left behind. "Every time they take down a gang house, there's always one thing that will always be there," Grossman says. "It's a video game. The video games are their newspaper, their television, their all-consuming narrative. And their video games are all cop-killer, criminal simulators."


One way to counter the criminals, of course, is to match their firepower. But Fred Shenkman, professor emeritus of criminology at the University of Florida, thinks a better idea would be for police to focus more on training and improving their accuracy, since they miss their intended target some 70% to 90% of the time they fire in the line of duty.


"It's much easier to buy stuff than better officers, to an extent," says Shenkman, who maintains that the average police officer is undereducated and undertrained. "We haven't really decided on what makes a better police officer, but we have a better idea as to what better equipment is."
Perhaps the biggest change in police training came in the 1970s, when police departments across the country formed specialized units such as SWAT teams. The idea was to sit back and wait until the experts arrived at the scene. But after the Columbine High School massacre, many police departments rethought their approach and reverted to the old way of letting the officer on the scene take control.


Other than giving them more firepower, police departments around the country don't think they have a lot of other bright ideas to combat the recent spike in cop killings. Miami Police Chief Timoney says the most important thing is to make sure officers are staying vigilant and thinking before they act, even when the patrol work becomes seemingly monotonous.


"We still think officer safety first," Timoney says. "We talk constantly about waiting for backup, taking defensive postures. Our biggest enemy is complacency. There is no such thing as a routine car stop."


The original version of this article gave the incorrect title of a book by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman. It is On Killing, not On Violence.

Now, my $.02:
The people who murder police officers don't worry about losing their jobs. They don't concern themselves with the media attacking them nor do they care if the family of their victim claims they killed someone who was turning his life around, a straight A student, an altar boy, a father of five. They don't think about the lawyers or the review boards and investigations. They don't hesitate. They're shooting at our heads. We could learn a thing or two from them. We can't afford to hesitate because they certainly don't. We need to be ruthless because they are. We can't forget it.


I've got a few hundred rounds sitting around the house; I'm going to the range tomorrow. I don't want to miss.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

The Form of the Fourth

...Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king.

He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.

Daniel 3:24-25
This weekend I was privileged to hear from an Apostle of the Lord. Elder Holland came and spoke to us at a conference for single adults in the New England area. It was amazing and I love him and his wife (who also spoke). I felt like the Nephites in 3 Nephi when Jesus says he will leave them and be back the next day. "And it came to pass that when Jesus had thus spoken, he cast his eyes round about again on the multitude, and beheld they were in tears, and did look steadfastly upon him as if they would ask him to tarry a little longer with them."

It's so sad that the weekend is over!

One of the things that Elder Holland told us relates to the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego found in Daniel. They weren't spared the flames of the furnace, but that is where they met the Savior. We can build our character best with adversity. Some degree of our refinement is left for the flames of the furnace, and that is where we come to really know the Savior. Elder Holland told us that God loves broken things. We shouldn't resist our trials too much when they come because it's our chance to walk with God.

Before this life "We signed off on thorns and thistles and noxious weeds. We said, 'Bring it on!'" We wanted our free agency and we wanted adversity because we knew our great test is to build our character and we can't do that without trouble and tribulation.



Elder Holland told us to, "Gear up, hang on, and strap yourself in."

Friday, October 12, 2007

Dating

It's been a bit disappointing lately, I have to admit. Maybe I'm too picky? Maybe I have rotten luck? You decide.

The first guy was very nice, smart, and incredibly attractive. The problem? On date #2 he tells me about his girlfriend. Why was he on a date with me? I have no idea. I appreciated his honesty, but I was a little irritated.

The second guy was a blind date. He was from Ireland, so I thought that at the very least his accent would be cute. It was. I love how they say throat, tree, three, thanks, etc. Maybe it was superficial of me, but I just wasn't attracted to him. Why? He was short. And skinny. It's not that being short and skinny are bad, it's just that I felt like some kind of Amazon next to him (I'm only 5-10). A giant Neanderthal. A monster, capable of snapping him like a twig. He was nice; he opened the doors, paid for my ice cream, and even called me the next day to say he had a good time. He didn't suggest a second date, and I don't blame him. It's hard to feel like a man when the girl you're on a date with towers over you like a big ape. Minus all the hair and howling... but you get the idea.

The third guy. Sigh. He was really fun to talk to and I enjoyed hanging out with him. Then, after the second date he told me that he spent the weekend in jail for domestic violence with his ex-wife. Of course he was only holding her back and he blamed her drug addiction, but I've heard too many excuses from too many people. When I worked in Valdez I locked up people for DV all the time (AK is one of the states with a mandatory arrest for domestics). I arrested several women for beating up or strangling their husbands/boyfriends. And they were hands down the worst to deal with. Spitting, trying to bite, kicking, the one who tried to get the gun, etc. So I'm not saying that I'm one of those people who automatically think the guy is at fault. I like to think I'm fair. But I just don't think I can stop being a cop enough that dating a guy who's been to jail for DV would be OK. I've met too many women who got involved with someone they knew was bad news, but thought that somehow he'd change for them.

So here I am, back at the beginning. Picky? Or plain bad luck? Maybe some of both.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My reputation precedes me

Last month when I got back from the "Center of Excellence" (aka FLETC) I met the new girl. Tracy works days and was hired to mostly stand ship post (not just any ship, but the USS Constitution). She's fresh out of her seasonal law enforcement academy and eager to learn. The day shift guys try to break her from standing post and let her patrol at least a few hours a day.


My first week back I was on days so I got to work with Tracy. While we were driving around she told me she'd been looking forward to meeting me because she'd heard so much about me. Oh? She told me she'd heard I'm really tough and I laughed. Who'd been spreading these rumors? Tracy told me Dave (who used to work nights with me before getting on day shift) had told her the story of the drunk guy I "took to the ground." Really? I wracked my brain but I couldn't think of who she might mean. She told me it was the one who crashed his car in the projects and it all came back. Only Dave had drastically exaggerated and embellished the story.


This was way back when I first started here in Boston. What really happened was that Dave was sitting in his patrol car reading a magazine and minding his own business. It was almost quitting time and he wasn't looking for any trouble. But the car driving down the sidewalk was hard to ignore. Dave attempted to stop the car and it ran. Our little park is across the street from the Charlestown projects. They're not the worst in Boston. It's not Roxbury or Mattapan, but at least a couple times a month someone gets stabbed or shot over there. We're Rangers, not housing authority. Projects give me the creeps and we don't like to go in there. But he wrecked his car and bailed into the projects.


Ed and I hightailed it over from Bunker Hill to back-up Dave. We got there after the driver had split. Dave called for BPD to help us with the search. We got a disgruntled Sgt. who thought we were trying to give him our MVA report. He was no help at all.

We figured the driver was gone for good and we were checking out the nice job he did with his car. He ran it up onto a two foot tall concrete wall. The oil pan was punctured, a tire shredded, and the radiator was spilling antifreeze. We were amazed that he managed to dodge all the parked cars and the fire hydrant. It could've been much messier.


Suddenly, we noticed a white guy stumbling down the sidewalk, coming our way. Dave said, "Hey, that's the driver!" I figure the guy decided dealing with the cops was safer than being in the projects at 2am so he came back. But at the time, we were kind of stunned. I mean, how dumb (or drunk) do you have to be to get away... and then come back?


We surrounded him and my whole body was vibrating with tension. I figured if he ran once, he'd run again and I was ready to pounce. Dave got his ID and asked if the car was his. He glanced at it, denied that it was his car, and Dave told him to sit down on the concrete wall. The guy sat down and I was breathing down his neck. I didn't know why he'd come back, but he wasn't getting away again because even at 2am there are people in the projects watching us from their windows and doorways and there isn't any way I want to chase him in there.


Dave told the guy that he's going to find out who's car it is and Dave knows he was driving it. The guy looks at the car like he'd never seen it before and cries, tragically, "That's my mom's car!" At the same time he jumped up to his feet. That was my cue; I pounced. But all I did was sit him back down on the concrete wall. I didn't "take him to the ground", like Dave said.


Dave gave the guy SFSTs and he was arrested. I think he blew a .22 something.

But the point behind the story is the way Dave uses it to tell people about me. Everyone's heard his version. It cracks me up, the way he makes it sound like I flattened the guy onto the pavement, but it also makes me feel pretty good. Obviously Dave likes to work with me and trusts me to be his cover. That's the important thing. And of course, if the guy had needed to be flattened onto the pavement, I'd have done that to.

I really have a great group of coworkers. They are some fantastic guys and I love them. Most of the time.

How to get out of a ticket

A lot depends on attitude, at least with me. Lately there have been two kinds of people I've dealt with. It's been one extreme or the other, no middle ground. There have been the, "I'm so sorry" crowd and the, "You're not even a real cop" drivers.

One sure way to get a ticket is to tell me I'm not even a real cop. If I'm not a real cop then this isn't a real ticket, so why are you so upset? And when you go to fake court to contest it, be sure to point out to the judge that they're not a real judge either. That should go over well.

Another way to almost guarantee a citation is to roll your eyes and sigh dramatically when I ask you to put your hands on the steering wheel. Just do it, there's no need for theatrics.

Now if you'd rather get a verbal warning, be honest. Be contrite. As I told one girl who immediately started to argue, "Are you trying to talk yourself into a ticket? How about starting over with, 'I'm sorry, Officer, I didn't see the stop sign.' Or something along those lines." She looked startled, but then amazingly, took my advice and what do you know? I didn't write her a ticket.

These words of advice won't work with all officers all the time. And sometimes I write perfectly nice people citations just to be fair to all the other people I've given tickets to for the same thing. But attitude goes a long way.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Highland Cathedral




I got the sheet music for this at practice yesterday.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Police funerals


I hate police funerals. I hate seeing such strong men cry. I hate to cry. I feel that I don't have the right to when it was someone I never met. Not that it stops me.

I didn't go to Officer Talbot's funeral, I just went to the wake. I asked my boss if I could go and told him I'd need a patrol car. He said I'd get comp time and he sent out an email telling anyone that they could go with me. There are 16 of us, but I ended up going by myself. One of my coworkers asked, "Do you know a lot of those guys in Revere?" As if I'd only go if I knew them. No, I don't, though I met some at the wake. Aren't I allowed to go just to show my support? If I were shot and killed I bet some Revere cops would come to my funeral. I hope they would because it would be a small service if only my coworkers came. It kind of ticked me off that none of my coworkers could be bothered to come.

So there I was, standing around in my flat hat and my green and gray. I was like an orange surrounded by apples. Everyone else was wearing blue. There were a couple sheriffs deputies and some environmental police in green, but there were hundreds of cops in blue and I was uncomfortable, not being able to blend in. The first federal badges I saw drew me in, they were Secret Service and I was happy to see them. There were several of them there, even though they didn't know Officer Talbot. What is wrong with my coworkers? What is wrong with the Park Service?

Some Worcester deputies took me in and I stood next to them as we lined up outside the church. It took a long time. One by one we filed in, saluted Officer Talbot where he lay in his casket under paintings of angels, and marched out.

Outside I was standing around, wondering if that was it. What else goes on at a wake? Once again, some friendly officers took me in. One of the Waltham officers, John, introduced himself and then introduced me to all his friends. I met Mike, Kevin, and several others. We talked about bagpipes, kayaking, hunting, and John and Kevin told me stories of their Army service in Bosnia. Whenever a Revere officer would go by, John would stop them to shake their hands and say, "I'm sorry for your loss." They all thanked us for coming.

Then we went back into the church. This time, hat less, we one at a time stood at the casket and prayed. The Catholics crossed themselves. I cried this time as I walked in. It was the paintings on the ceiling that did it, the angels. I wondered why they couldn't have nudged that bullet somewhere else. I knew they were there. I wish they would've protected him. Why is one of those questions we won't have the answer to in this life. I looked at his face and I said my prayer for his family. They were in the front row, his family, and we filed past and shook their hands. I cried, what could I say?

I followed John, Mike, and Kevin to where all the pictures were. That's when John started sobbing, when he saw the picture of their Army unit. That's when I realized he'd fought in Bosnia with Dan Talbot. They were battle buddies. I wondered if anyone had told John they were sorry for his loss.

When we got outside John went off and brought me a water (it was hot in our fancy uniforms). I couldn't look at him or I'd have cried. How could he be so good, nice, and thoughtful at his friend's wake?

Craig W. Floyd, Chairman and CEO of the National Law Enforcement Officer Memorial Fund states, "we are now seeing a spike in fatal shootings of officers...cases which have generally been declining in recent years." The NLEOMF reports that "preliminary data indicate 101 local, state and federal law enforcement officers were killed between January 1 and June 30, 2007, an increase from the 70 officers who lost their lives during the same period of 2006. The last time the mid-year total was that high was 1978, when there were 105 officer deaths. By year-end that year, 213 officers had been killed in the line of duty. In 2006, the year-end total was 145."

Yesterday I went sailing with Ken and Jeff. I met Ken at the Highland Games in New Hampshire a couple of weeks ago. They're both structural engineers and they sounded a lot like my dad, the way they talked so excitedly about really boring stuff (sorry, Dad, it's true). We had a fun trip. Sometimes it seemed like hours would go by with hardly a word being said. It was so peaceful and relaxing and I didn't have to think about murdered officers lying in caskets under paintings of angels. All I had to do was watch the water and islands go by. Ken did put me to work steering for a little while in the morning (not that it's a whole lot of work to wiggle the rudder around). Once again I found that me, boats, and going straight don't seem to mix well. It was really nice to feel I have non-cop friends. I didn't know that hanging out with engineers could be so good for me, but I needed it. And sailing is really cool! Ken's boat is 22 feet long, so it's a small boat, but it seems to me that the small ones are easier to handle. I got a little sun burnt, but I guess that's just my MO. The weather was gorgeous and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Of course, now I want to learn to sail. One more thing to add to my list.

Nemo me impune lacessit.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

I'm going to a wake

Police Officer Daniel Talbot
Revere Police Department Massachusetts
End of Watch: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Biographical Info
Age: 30
Tour of Duty: 5 years
Badge Number: 163

Incident Details
Cause of Death: Gunfire
Date of Incident: Saturday, September 29, 2007
Weapon Used: Gun; Unknown type
Suspect Info: At large

Officer Daniel Talbot was shot and killed while off-duty.Officer Talbot was off-duty and socializing with several other off-duty officers when there was a confrontation with several men. The men opened fire on the officers, striking Officer Talbot in the head. The officers returned fire, but the suspect fled.

He was transported to a local hospital following the shooting, where he remained in grave condition all day until succumbing to the wound.

Officer Talbot had served with the Revere Police Department for five years and was assigned to the Gang Unit. He is survived by his fiancee.

“He was a good police officer,” said John Powers, president of the Revere City Council. “He was a cop’s cop, somebody always on the job. Hopefully, whoever is responsible will be apprehended.”

From Boston.com news October 2, 2007

Man Held in Revere Police Officer's death

CHELSEA -- A blue sea of at least 100 police officers with black bands over their badges packed a silent courtroom this afternoon for the arraignment of a teenager accused of instigating a confrontation that led to the fatal shooting of Revere police Officer Dan Talbot.

Derek Lodie, 17, did not show his face during the brief proceeding in Chelsea District Court. He listened from a hallway as a prosecutor told the court that while Lodie did not pull the trigger, he was responsible for setting in motion the events that led to Talbot's death. He pleaded not guilty to a charge of being an accessory before the fact of murder.

Assistant District Attorney Edmond Zabin told the court that Lodie approached the off-duty officers Saturday morning as they were socializing near a baseball field behind Revere High School. Lodie started an argument with Talbot, 30, and the other officers, Zabin said. The teenager then used a cellphone to call three friends, who came armed to the high school, he said.
The argument between Lodie and his three friends and the off-duty officers intensified, Zabin said. Then, one of Lodie’s friends opened fire, shooting Talbot in the head, he said.


"He fell on the field, mortally wounded," Zabin said.

Police and prosecutors have not said which of Lodie's friends is suspected of firing the gun. It is not clear whether Lodie's three friends are in custody.

Two other teenagers and a 20-year-old, all from Revere, were arrested Monday on drug and weapons charges following searches at two Revere houses. A spokesman for Suffolk District Attorney Daniel F. Conley would not comment today on whether the charges stem from the investigation into Talbot's killing.

Revere Police Chief Terence K. Reardon said after the arraignment that investigators interviewed 'numerous people," but he declined to say whether additional suspects were in custody.

"There are a lot of loose ends to tie up," Reardon said. "I'd say we’re feeling very good about this investigation."

The police officers who packed the courtroom kept completely silent during the proceeding and remained standing until being ordered to sit by the judge. They came from Revere, Chelsea, Boston, and the transit police force to show solidarity for their fallen colleague.

Tomorrow I'll be going to the wake for Officer Talbot. When I was working in Alaska, on my second day as a police officer, I went to the funeral for Alaska State Trooper Hans Roelle. Seeing all the RCMP officers in their sharp red uniforms really made an impression. I couldn't believe how many there were, when they'd had so far to come.

So I asked my boss if I could go to the wake for this officer, who I never met. I want the green and gray of the park service to be represented there, to show our support. Pain shared is pain divided. I can hope that's true.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Good Advice

So live your life that the fear of death
can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view,
and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life, perfect you life,
beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long
and it's purpose in the service of your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when
meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger,
when in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks
for the food and the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks,
the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and nothing, for abuse turns
the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

Live right so when it comes your time to die,
you will not be like those whose hearts are filled with
the fear of death, who weep and pray for a little more
time to live their lives over again in a different way.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Tecumseh

Only the pretty girls

This last weekend I went on the ward camp out to Sharon, Vermont. I hadn't spent a lot of time in Vermont, so it was neat to be there. The trees are starting to change and the weather was cold, foggy, and wet. We were near Joseph Smith's birthplace. Sometimes I feel like the dumbest Mormon. Every other Mormon in the world must know that our first prophet was born in Vermont. Me? I never stopped to think about it, I guess. Now I know.

It was a nice weekend. A bunch of us hiked up what passes for mountains in these parts. Yes, the trail was steep, but to me mountains take days to climb, require special equipment, and are at least partially covered in snow year round. This "Mountain" was 2.9 miles to the top. Nonetheless, it was a wonderful hike and the views from the "Summit" were really nice. Of course, my camera was broken. Otherwise I'd have pictures.

Afterwards, at the camp, we had a talent show. I'd signed up and brought my bagpipes along. My instructor would have a fit if he knew, but I figured no one in my audience would mind if my talent isn't quite refined yet. And the nice thing about bagpipes is that not many people play them so who's going to know how bad I really am? I went last, after a bunch of guitarists. You guessed it, I was the only piper.

My fingers were freezing, but I managed to play alright. I played "Scots Wha Hae", "High Road to Gairloch", and a couple hymns, "I need thee every hour" and "We Thank Thee, O God, for a Prophet." That last hymn sounds incredible on the pipes. I arranged it myself. I got enthusiastic applause and later was told that people were singing along (of course I couldn't hear much other than my playing) and they really liked it. And how often do you get to hear "We Thank Thee, O God, for a Prophet" on the bagpipes at Joseph Smith's birthplace? Heck, that song on the bagpipes may never have been heard on those hills before.

Later that night we were sitting around campfires (it was a huge camp out and we couldn't all fit at one fire) eating smores, singing songs, and talking. I struck up a conversation with a guy in charge of activities in the ward. He'd sent out an email about a dance coming up. In it, he'd encouraged the ladies to ask the men to the dance because the men had told him they'd be more likely to go if asked. Well, as one who has asked guys on dates, I know it never works. It seems the minute the tables are turned and the woman pursues the man, he looses interest. So I was asking... we'll call him Bob... why it seems that the guys in our wards don't ask out any of the girls. Bob explained that the guys keep getting rejected so they just stop asking. Who is doing all of this rejecting? I wondered. Bob went on to explain that the pretty girls are the only ones who get asked out and they get asked so often that they end up rejecting a lot of guys. "The pretty girls?" I thought. Bob must have realized his fax pas because he went on to elaborate that the girls who aren't pretty in the "conventional" way don't get asked. The guys have to get to know those girls first. He also kindly told me that now everyone knows me because I play the bagpipes so "things will get better." What a nice little pep talk.

I know Bob didn't mean to tell me that the reason I've never been asked out by a guy at church is that I'm ugly. I know he didn't even mean to say that I'm not pretty. But that's what he ended up saying despite himself. If I were one of the pretty girls I would be rejecting guys left and right. I'd have to fend them off. I'm sure that would just be horribly irritating. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about it.

Here I am in all my unconventional prettiness? Is that the nice way to say it?

P.S. Mama, I know what you're going to say. Don't worry, it's not that I have low self-esteem or anything. I'm being sarcastic about the whole thing. I think the guys in my ward are a bunch of sissies.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007