Monday, December 06, 2010

a cop for all seasons

Posted by e.Craig Crawford at 3:11 PM

4 comments:

  1. With a bit of artwork she could make her car number #420 and a picture of her holding a joint would become more famous than Sgt. Sunshine smoking one on the courthouse steps in SFO, 1967.

    That was a famous poster of that era.

    Nancy could confiscate pot from the bad people and pass it out to those in need of its medicinal value.

    Smoke a bong for Buddha, Smoke a joint for Jesus.

    One night in Laguna Beach Cal., summer 1968 I was with a group of kids sitting on the beach, passing the weed. I had spent my savings on a hit of acid, $7. all in pennies that I had brought from New Orleans. I was sleeping on a mountain ledge a quarter mile inland from the beach, it was after beach curfew.

    As the acid took effect I felt a need for emotional love and did not feel any from the group of strangers I had recently met and was with.

    As we climbed up from the beach there was a police car with lights flashing and a uniformed officer motioning for us to come over. The cop had a flashlight and shined it into our eyes and asked a few questions.

    I don't remember what was asked or what I said, all I do remember is the cop waving us away.

    I got more emotional love from the cop that lasted through the night and through the LSD trip. I will never forget that. There was love.

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  2. I had what I thought was a good comment, then I read the comment from rodat6.

    Compared to that, mine was pretty lame - so I will keep it to myself.

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  4. For 5 years I listened to a police scanner, it was practically glued to my head and would either put me to sleep or make me sit bolt upright and awake.

    My scanner was a top of the line model, I heard chase, the helicopters, car to car, detectives and consequently the code. The code for Az and California are pretty much the same, for instance a 918 101 who is 390 is a crazy female who is drunk.

    I listened to what I called reality radio and gained a great respect for officer in the field.

    I heard a policeman being shot and killed by friendly fire, I heard both male and female officers in panic situations, I learned a lot, I neither have the balls to be a cop or a female.

    Instead of listening to game shows, soap operas and the like I listened to reality, stark, frightening reality. You don't have to be a little 918 to be a cop but it must help. lol

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