This morning on the way to work there was a cop car flying down 4th Avenue. He didn’t have his lights on, but he was obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. Too bad I was going in the other direction. I’m a little nosey that way.
Over the years I’ve passed a scene or two with multiple cops cars parked on the street with lights flashing and roads blocked off. Obviously something big is going down when you see that. I’ll usually pull over and ask one of the cops what’s going on. They usually look at me like I’ve got a screw loose until I tell them where I work. Sometimes they give me a little info while other times they really don’t say much at all. I’ll roll into work and pass along whatever info I could glean from the cops to our newsroom.
I’m always a little surprised that in all my years driving the city streets at 3 A.M. I’ve never been pulled over by the cops on my way to work. I’ve had a some follow me for a few blocks before turning off, but apparently, that’s all the interest I warranted. I must admit my butt cheeks tighten up a little bit whenever that happens. I don’t mind going up to a cop and talking to him through his driver side window, but I sure don’t like it when it’s the other way around.
Some mornings on my drive into work I’ll notice 4 or 5 cop cars patrolling different areas while other times there’s not a cop car in sight. It’s feast or famine when it comes to that.
I don’t mind seeing a bunch of coppers on my way to work in the morning. It adds a little excitement to an otherwise mundane trip.
