While corresponding with a remote friend, this subject came up:
>> (sorry, my dad was a cop, and these things kind of rub off)
> Updated, and that is super interesting. I bet that must have been quite interesting, and also nervy at times with your dad being a cop. I bet you heard loads of fascinating stories.
> Updated, and that is super interesting. I bet that must have been quite interesting, and also nervy at times with your dad being a cop. I bet you heard loads of fascinating stories.
I tried to think of interesting and harrowing stories, but couldn't. I was a kid, and not thinking about it, plus he faced far fewer dangers in our relatively small town. It mostly affected my life by teaching me how to be quiet, as he worked graveyard for quite a while. Also, he drank too much while he had that job. I suspect that there were a few issues he tried (and failed) to keep from the rest of the family.
I do have one story, though. It was about his first "arrest." He was sent to respond to reports of a piglet which had escaped its farm enclosure and was seen wandering around the town square. He had a picture framed, which he called "Pig arrests pig" (the local paper didn't use that headline). He had a watch with a revisionist message: "Pride, Integrity, Guts" -- sort of an attempt to "own" the term. Later, he quit the force because he was passed over for a promotion that he felt he deserved.
His Missouri accent was stronger than mine, and sounded a bit more southern. I think he tried to look like Dean Martin and sound like Andy Griffith.
He was a strict father and discouraged "feelings," which served to estrange his artistic son and discourage questions about his day. I inherited his temper, which threatened to do the same with my family. I hope it did not.





