(Note the MOUNTAINS over the roof line ! ) "The mountains are calling and I must go" (John Muir said it first but I know how he felt.)
We're in touch with neighbors and friends that we've met there and already feel part of the community.
Sometimes, well maybe most of the time, I am in denial about how #2 son spends his days . I know that he is an accomplished police officer in Vancouver, Washington. I know that it is not a large city with large violent gang populations. I know that domestic issues are some of the most dangerous situations that they face due to their unpredictability. I know he would be bored helping old ladies cross the street……but……when his picture makes the LA Times, I take notice.
He was leaving the site of a murder -suicide at a workplace. I'm not sure what he is thinking at this moment but I hope he can shake it off and think about his golf game. I am very proud that he has chosen this profession, despite all of its difficulties and dealing with all of the negative aspects of our society. But, when someone called me from a police recruitment dept and asked how I felt about him becoming a police officer, I said that I'd rather he sold shoes. Fortunately, he goes home to his wonderful wife and Guiness and Kitty. Be safe out there Jeff.