Celeste

Now it's time to not ignore you and take the opportunity to thank YOU for raising a daughter who is willing to go into the "Protect and Serve" field.

Perhaps you, your daughter and/or her cronies would find this an amusing story.

One of my earliest memories involves the police. It was getting dark, and my twin sister Dawn, and younger sister Renee, were at the local park, having a good ole time when a man with a German Shepard advised we'd better hurry home or the wolf would get us!

Rather than take any chances, we scampered up to the top of a rocket-shaped slide for safety. It soon got cold, and we worried about our shoes and socks at the bottom of the slide, but agreed that we'd rather the wolf fill up on those than us.

Soon after dark we were fascinated to see a flashing red light headed our way across the grassy field. When the police got out, we hollered for them to be to get back in their car and not let the wolf get them. (I must interject here that they were probably stunned by this, as there are NO wolves nearby, but took it in stride.) They assured us that they would not let the wolf get them or us, and to come on down.

The next day we realized we had forgotten our tricycles, but found out the police made sure those got home too.

Any wonder I have just the teensiest bit of hero worship for those who serve us?

Nina

We lived in Hopewell for two years in the mid 70's. Sure is a pretty part of the country.

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