I learned regretful and sad news yesterday that a motor officer who I worked with and judged in our local police motorcycle riding competition was shot in the head by a crazy fool. The officer was flown by helicopter to the hospital where he underwent surgery. His condition is critical. We’re all praying for his recovery, and for his family, including young children.
It’s a small, interconnected world we live in. I’m not a cop, but feel a connection to the officer because…
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It’s a sad fact that we’re all getting older. Our youthful enthusiasm to try new things, hang out late, and no fear… well, becomes “less enthusiastic.”
Many of my blog readers are aware that the state where my fiance and I live now permits same-sex marriage. My partner said, “yes, of course, silly” when I asked him to marry me once we knew that we could get married legally in our state.
Just a brief note… many people in the U.S., and perhaps around the world, are all ga-ga over an awards show that aired on television last night. Huge, heavy bronze statues are given for cinema — best picture, best actor, actress, and so on.
I own and wear police motorcycle boots — called patrol boots — regularly. Here is how I do it (your experience may be different):
Monday 18 February was a holiday — so no going to work, but I worked hard nonetheless. I broke down and put on a suit & tie with a nice pair of Lucchese Classic black cowboy boots, and attended a medical convention at the request of my fiance’s primary care physician. I was invited to give a presentation to about 300 doctors about what it is really like to be a healthcare advocate on the “front lines” every day about a disease that many in the healthcare community believe is not as bad as it is, or some who even believe that the disease does not exist.