The field training program is the backbone of the department. At least that is what they told me in the field training instructor class. The field training supervisor at my station had asked me a few times to be a trainer, but I had always declined for a few reasons. First, since the department took away take home cars for the trainers, training just did not seem worth the hassle. Second, three weeks (the length of a training phase is 15 working days) can be a long time in a car with someone that you might or might not get along with. Third, I was content with being a patrol officer and I liked my routine. Well, my Maxima is 13 years old and might not make it another 13 years, so I decided to say yes when I was asked to be a trainer this past Spring. As a trainer we do get some incentive pay, so I thought that would help to off-set the future car payment.
After taking the field training instructor class and training some probationary officers (rookies), I am glad that my field training supervisor was persistent and/or desperate for trainers. So far I have enjoyed training. Which makes sense because I have always enjoyed teaching. I was fortunate to have the opportunity to teach a few undergraduate classes while I was in graduate school and I have taught some Bible studies over the years. All of my teaching experiences have been positive and fulfilling. Which is not to say that I think that I am a good teacher, in fact I always think that I have done a poor to mediocre job.
My first rookie was challenging. He is a good guy and passed evaluation, so he is now off probation and patrolling the streets on evening shift. However, he had a very difficult time with directions. Our first night, I asked what direction (north, south, east, west) we were going fifteen times and he got the answer correct once. Even just guessing he should get the correct answer 25% of the time with four choices. Not this rookie. I tried a few different strategies with teaching him directions, and by the second week he was getting the correct answer 90% of the time. However, this did not cure all of his directional shortcomings. Every night after roll call and loading up the patrol car with out gear, we would go to the local Stop-n-Rob for a diet coke. From the station to the store there are two turns. Guess how many times he was able to drive straight to the store without needing help, yup, zero times. I am not sure how he makes it back to the station at the end of his shift by himself.
If the directionally impaired is my biggest challenge, I have it made.
Now on to the funny story. My current rookie, (well educated, 27, graduated high in her class, has been through 6 weeks of training so far) my first female rookie, and I answered a call for a possible counterfeit bill being passed at a Blockbuster Video store in our beat. We arrived and went inside to talk to the manager. He showed us the ten dollar bill. The rookie felt the bill and stated that it felt "wrong". The manager told us that his employee, after accepting the bill and after the customer had left the store, decided to try the marker on the bill. The employee said that the bill "felt funny" and the store has had problems with this customer in the past. The employee marked the bill with the marker and it marked brown on the bill. The marker will mark yellow for good currency and brown or gray for "questionable" currency. So the rookie thinks that we have counterfeit currency and starts asking the manager for his information and the suspects information for the report. I am thinking that none of us are experts on United States currency, but I know who is, the Secret Service. I asked the rookie whom she should call to find out what to do in this situation. She gave me a blank look which said enough for me. I told her to "go out to the shop (patrol car) and to call the Secret Service". She gave me a strange look and went out to the shop. About a minute later, she called my cell phone. That conversation went like this:
her "What did you want me to do?"
me "Type phone and then secret service into the MDT (mobile data terminal, the computer in the car) and then call the number." I can hear her typing.
her "Oh, there is a secret service." She thought that I was joking with the "Secret Service".
me "Yes, there is."
her "They are not very secret if they have a phone number."
me "No, they are not very secret."
her "Who do I ask for?"
me "The on duty special agent."
her "What do I ask him?"
me "Tell him what you have and what has been done and then ask him if he thinks that you have a counterfeit bill."
her "That is a good idea."
me "I know."
That reminded me of conversations that I have had with my seven year old.
She comes back into the store, picks up the bill in question, and calls the secret service. The phone call lasts a few minutes during which the manager and I talk about video game sales and recent robberies at other Blockbuster stores. After the call, the rookie triumphantly announces that the bill is in fact good currency. She then explained what the secret service agent told her to look for and how to hold the bill up to the light and what things in the bill you can see to tell if the bill is good or counterfeit. The manager then apologizes for wasting our time, which he did not and we returned to the shop. The rookie then asks what the secret service is and what they do. I asked her "who protects the president?" She says "the CIA". After I finished laughing, I went on to briefly explain to her what the various federal law enforcement agencies were and what they were tasked to accomplish. This call definitely helped to fulfill Rule #2 of policing, "you have to laugh".
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A magical afternoon for Jennifer
As a thank you for serving 8 years as the directors of our Sunday school class, the class gave my wife and I tickets to the Astros' game on Sunday, August 17, 2008. That just so happened to be day that the Astros would retire Craig Biggio’s number 7 jersey. My wife, Jen, is a Craig Biggio fan. There are two small posters of Craig hanging in our closet. To put the event in perspective, Jen told me that being at the jersey retirement ceremony would rank just behind our marriage and the birth of our two children on her list of life experiences to date.
The day arrived and it felt strange to skip Sunday school in order to attend a baseball game. However, the class gave us the tickets so we had a good excuse. My parents were gracious enough to watch the children for us again. I grabbed my camera along with an extra battery, and we headed to Minute Maid Park for the event.
We found our seats, great seats by the way, half way between first base and the foul pole, just 7 rows from the field. The ceremony took place around home plate. There were two rows of seats for speakers and invited guests along with a podium behind which were the 3 different Astros’ jerseys that Craig wore throughout his career. The jerseys were the same number, but the Astros changed team colors twice while he was an Astro. They went from the rainbow to the blue and gold to their current “brick” red and white.
The seats were great for the game, but not so great for the ceremony. Luckily for us, and most of the rest of the 42,000 fans, the event was shown on the big screen above center field. Milo Hamilton, voice of the Astros, was the host of the event and he started things off by introducing everyone who was in the two special rows of seats, including the other Astros whose jerseys had been retired. Following the introductions, Matt Galante, an Astros coach who helped Craig learn to play second base, and Jeff Bagwell both spoke about what Biggio meant to them as a person and teammate.
Connor Biggio, Craig's oldest son, then gave a speech that was the highlight of the ceremony in my opinion. Connor spoke about what his Dad meant to him as a father and as someone to look up to and aspire to be like. Connor's delivery was great and he even cracked a few jokes about his Dad. I have no idea how Craig was able to keep his composure while his son spoke about him.
Craig eventually was called to the podium. He spoke about his parents, family, coaches, and teammates. An especially meaningful moment occurred when he spoke about his wife, Patty. Craig explained that she made his career possible by raising the children and running the household while he played baseball. His love and admiration for her was evident in the words that he spoke. That was cool. It is not often that you hear world class athletes sincerely give anyone other than themselves credit. Here was most likely a first ballot Hall-of-Famer saying that he could not have done it without his wife. Impressive.
The ceremony came to a close with the Astros owner, Drayton McLane, saying a few words and then directing the crowd to watch as Biggio's #7 was unveiled in the rafters of the stadium.
I must say that I was not real excited about the event when we received the tickets. When I found out that Roy Oswalt and Randy Johnson were pitching in the game that day after the ceremony, I became a little more enthused. However, after attending the ceremony and hearing Craig and everyone else speak, I can only hope that one day the same things might be said of me or my son. It was a great afternoon and I was very happy to spend it with Craig's #1 fan, my wife.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Why I am writing...
Many of the people who know of this blog and occasionally read this blog have asked me why I am writing this blog? This will surprise some, but I have always wanted to write. I have been told that I did not like reading or writing when I was a teenager. My mother is a voracious reader, but this did not rub off on me in my teenage years. This is sad but true, I did not actually read a book cover to cover until I was in college. In high school, I was a big fan of the cliff notes, and I did not even read those cover to cover. For book reviews and papers that I had to write, I relied on the summary in the cliff notes to point me in the right direction.
I can actually pin point when I started to enjoy reading. I was "working" at my parent's golf store and I was reading a People magazine. In the book review section was a review of Cruel and Unusual by Patricia Cornwell. The book sounded interesting, so I went out and bought a copy. Once I started that book, I could not put it down. It sounds cliche, but it was a new experience for me. I was immersed into the story and the characters came alive in my imagination. I have been reading for pleasure ever since.
I started to like writing in graduate school, which was beneficial. One of the nice things about graduate school is that a majority of the classes that I took were interesting. This fact seemed to make the required reading and writing easier. Every class required extensive writing. I became very good at research and summarizing my thoughts on paper.
I have given the why write question some thought. I have always been intrigued by the idea of a personal journal which is essentially what this is. Handwritten journals or diaries are cool and mysterious to me. I expect them to contain dark secrets and interesting insights into the writer. However, my handwriting is horrible and a diary is not typically shared with anyone. I decided that if I am going to take the time and effort to write, I might as well share my thoughts with my family and friends and anyone else who is bored enough to read my ramblings. That led me to blogging. I can use a keyboard which is a huge benefit to me and the reader. I can also point those whom I want to share my thoughts with to the blog.
Sometimes I find it easier and more efficient to communicate through writing. When writing I am able to organize my thoughts and more effectively express myself. So far, I have written 6 posts, this being number 7, over the course of 6 weeks. These posts have mainly focused on my family and our experiences. I plan to continue writing about my life, my wife, and our children. I like the idea of having my family experiences in writing. I imagine that I will read these posts sometime in the future and be reminded of how fortunate I am.
I can actually pin point when I started to enjoy reading. I was "working" at my parent's golf store and I was reading a People magazine. In the book review section was a review of Cruel and Unusual by Patricia Cornwell. The book sounded interesting, so I went out and bought a copy. Once I started that book, I could not put it down. It sounds cliche, but it was a new experience for me. I was immersed into the story and the characters came alive in my imagination. I have been reading for pleasure ever since.
I started to like writing in graduate school, which was beneficial. One of the nice things about graduate school is that a majority of the classes that I took were interesting. This fact seemed to make the required reading and writing easier. Every class required extensive writing. I became very good at research and summarizing my thoughts on paper.
I have given the why write question some thought. I have always been intrigued by the idea of a personal journal which is essentially what this is. Handwritten journals or diaries are cool and mysterious to me. I expect them to contain dark secrets and interesting insights into the writer. However, my handwriting is horrible and a diary is not typically shared with anyone. I decided that if I am going to take the time and effort to write, I might as well share my thoughts with my family and friends and anyone else who is bored enough to read my ramblings. That led me to blogging. I can use a keyboard which is a huge benefit to me and the reader. I can also point those whom I want to share my thoughts with to the blog.
Sometimes I find it easier and more efficient to communicate through writing. When writing I am able to organize my thoughts and more effectively express myself. So far, I have written 6 posts, this being number 7, over the course of 6 weeks. These posts have mainly focused on my family and our experiences. I plan to continue writing about my life, my wife, and our children. I like the idea of having my family experiences in writing. I imagine that I will read these posts sometime in the future and be reminded of how fortunate I am.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
An unexpected concert
Last Thursday, I received an email from a friend in our Sunday school class. It seems that the director of our department had tickets to a concert that she could not use. The tickets were available to anyone who could use them. I called Jen and then called the friend to say that we would love to use the tickets.
The following evening, my parents were gracious enough to watch the children for us and Jen and I headed north. We met some friends for an excellent dinner at Chuy's. Then we headed to the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion for the concert. It has been a few years since we attended a concert at CWMP. I remember having to walk what seemed like miles from the parking area to the venue. This time we followed the signs for parking and parked in a parking garage for an outrageous fee of $15. We took the stairs down to the ground and crossed a street and amazingly were at the gate of the CWMP. That was $15 well spent. From the car to our seats took 10 minutes.
Once inside, we started looking for our seats. CWMP had plenty of helpful people to assist us. We were directed to the center aisle and then pointed toward the stage. So we walked, closer and closer to the stage. We came to another helpful person, she checked our tickets again, and then led us to our seats. WOW! Our seats were sitting on plywood that covers the orchestra pit. We were in the third row, very close to the center. We were close enough to feel the air conditioning that is pumped back stage to keep the artists and their equipment cool. The seats were folding chairs that were padded as well, not bad at all.
The opening act was a band called Addison Road. I had never heard of them, but I ordered their album from Amazon later that night. They were awesome. The lead singer has a great voice. Jen and I tried to guess which band member she was married to, but we were both wrong. In short, he married way over his head, just like I did.
Next up was The Afters. I actually have their debut album, but the first time I listened to it at all was earlier that day. They came out with a lot of energy and sounded great as well. They have a very cool drummer. I asked Jen if I looked that cool when playing the drums on Rock Band. She responded with laughter. She claims that I look a little stiff. Hard to believe.
Natalie Grant was next to the stage. Great voice, but very poor wardrobe choice. It is amazing to me what some people wear. Granted, if I was not practically sitting on stage, it probably would not have mattered. The sack shirt-stretch pants-huge belt combination was in two words, not flattering.
Then it was time for the headliners. The only band that actually had roadies to set up their gear, everyone else did it themselves. MercyMe. I love their music. A friend from Sunday school made me listen to their music a few years ago, and I am forever grateful. They are the reason that I now listen to Christian music again. I have all of their cds and I knew every song that they played. No matter what kind of day I am having, I can listen to their music and feel inspired. God and Christ shine through their music.
On a side note, sitting in the front row was a family of four, mom, dad, and two teenagers, a boy and a girl. I mention them because the dad was a complete spazz. That is the best word that I can use to describe him. He could not sit still, he played the air guitar and the air drums very emphatically. I have to give the teenagers credit, they did not seems horrified by their father. The dad gave a high five to the bassist of The Afters. Jen and I promised each other to have that much fun, but to be a little more restrained.
It was an awesome concert and we are very thankful to our Sunday school director who gave us the tickets. Thank you for the opportunity to enjoy a great night out listening to great live Christian music.
The following evening, my parents were gracious enough to watch the children for us and Jen and I headed north. We met some friends for an excellent dinner at Chuy's. Then we headed to the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion for the concert. It has been a few years since we attended a concert at CWMP. I remember having to walk what seemed like miles from the parking area to the venue. This time we followed the signs for parking and parked in a parking garage for an outrageous fee of $15. We took the stairs down to the ground and crossed a street and amazingly were at the gate of the CWMP. That was $15 well spent. From the car to our seats took 10 minutes.
Once inside, we started looking for our seats. CWMP had plenty of helpful people to assist us. We were directed to the center aisle and then pointed toward the stage. So we walked, closer and closer to the stage. We came to another helpful person, she checked our tickets again, and then led us to our seats. WOW! Our seats were sitting on plywood that covers the orchestra pit. We were in the third row, very close to the center. We were close enough to feel the air conditioning that is pumped back stage to keep the artists and their equipment cool. The seats were folding chairs that were padded as well, not bad at all.
The opening act was a band called Addison Road. I had never heard of them, but I ordered their album from Amazon later that night. They were awesome. The lead singer has a great voice. Jen and I tried to guess which band member she was married to, but we were both wrong. In short, he married way over his head, just like I did.
Next up was The Afters. I actually have their debut album, but the first time I listened to it at all was earlier that day. They came out with a lot of energy and sounded great as well. They have a very cool drummer. I asked Jen if I looked that cool when playing the drums on Rock Band. She responded with laughter. She claims that I look a little stiff. Hard to believe.
Natalie Grant was next to the stage. Great voice, but very poor wardrobe choice. It is amazing to me what some people wear. Granted, if I was not practically sitting on stage, it probably would not have mattered. The sack shirt-stretch pants-huge belt combination was in two words, not flattering.
Then it was time for the headliners. The only band that actually had roadies to set up their gear, everyone else did it themselves. MercyMe. I love their music. A friend from Sunday school made me listen to their music a few years ago, and I am forever grateful. They are the reason that I now listen to Christian music again. I have all of their cds and I knew every song that they played. No matter what kind of day I am having, I can listen to their music and feel inspired. God and Christ shine through their music.
On a side note, sitting in the front row was a family of four, mom, dad, and two teenagers, a boy and a girl. I mention them because the dad was a complete spazz. That is the best word that I can use to describe him. He could not sit still, he played the air guitar and the air drums very emphatically. I have to give the teenagers credit, they did not seems horrified by their father. The dad gave a high five to the bassist of The Afters. Jen and I promised each other to have that much fun, but to be a little more restrained.
It was an awesome concert and we are very thankful to our Sunday school director who gave us the tickets. Thank you for the opportunity to enjoy a great night out listening to great live Christian music.
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