L.E.O.
This book is 27 years in the making. I started my law enforcement career in May of 1991 as a police officer for a municipal agency and then in 1993, I found the department I would call home for the next 25 years. It has not always been the smoothest road. I've made decisions along the way that have landed my department and me in trouble. I've lost friends, including 3 in one day. I've been to too many homicide scenes, seen too many dead babies, and felt the heartbreak and sorrow of a community that has suffered too long from violence and apathy. Twenty-seven years has left more than its fair share of scars, physical and otherwise. In December 2017, I decided to hang up my gun belt and signed the papers that will lead to my full retirement.
When I first started in law enforcement, I used to call my parents to tell them about my week. My dad was comfortable with hearing about my entire week, the good, the bad, and the ugly. My mom.... not so much so. She didn't want to know about the foot pursuits through back yards going after men with guns, drugs, and histories of violence. She didn't want to hear about the homicide scene I was at earlier in the day or the car crash that took the life of a five-year old boy. Honestly, who can blame her. It isn't normal for people to be exposed to that toxicity day and day out. What she did want to hear about was the funny, silly, and sometimes downright stupid things that happened to me during the week. For my mom, I started telling those stories.
Then, I'm at my best friend's wedding reception and to kill some time, someone passes me a mic and asks me to tell a story to a room crowded with a hundred plus people. To set the scene, we're at a club called Hide & Seek. It's a gay bar and my best friend's brother is an entertainer there. The club is a diverse mix of gay and straight, transvestites and non-transvestites, and young and old. I'm not a public speaker. Oh, I can get up in front of a room of 250 plus people and talk about crime trends and public safety initiatives, but this was different. I was expected to be entertaining.
I took a long pause, mostly to steady my breathing and calm the nervousness I was feeling. Then I started telling the story about the two men on the moped and to my surprise, people loved it so I told another and even possibly a third before someone wrestled the microphone away from me so they could introduce the bride and groom.
After the wedding, my mom encouraged me to start writing down my stories before I forgot them, and I did. A few years later, someone created a blog for me to write my stories down in so that I could share them with friends and family. Friends and family shared my blog with people who shared it with other people and pretty soon I was getting comments from people who lived in my city.
Then the day came when one of my officers was watching a movie of the adult variety. He was fond of a particular actress and decided to look her up and see what other movies she may have debuted in. In doing so, he stumbled across a friend of mine who had the same name as the adult film actress. She also happened to be the one who created the blog for me. No, she isn't a porn star. She was however a red-haired librarian with a sexy sounding name. Right up this officer's alley so he clicked on her webpage and immediately recognized her as my friend. Then he saw a link to my blog and clicked on that.
By the time I came in on Monday morning to conduct briefing, every officer in the Department had read the blog. To my surprise, they loved it. They wanted to be seen as human, capable of doing dumb shit, making mistakes, and having feelings like every other person on the planet and they liked that I showed that through humor.
The blog still exists in its original format, you'd have dig to find it though. Here, in this book, I've done some editing, changed the names to protect the innocent and all of that. The stories themselves are all true, maybe with a bit of embellishment to make them funnier but, to the best of my recollection at the time they were written, they are accurate.
Some notes on the writing style. A lot of these stories were written at the time they happened so they're in the present tense even if they occurred 10 plus years ago. I also did not have these stories professionally edited. My editor is probably cringing right now. After reading my first book, "Me, The World, and a Dog Named Steve," she offered her editing skills to me, mostly because my poor grammar, spelling and misuse of words drove her crazy.
I hope you enjoy these stories. If you have questions or comments, please feel free to email me at wayne. or you can visit my webpage at www.waynecotes.com and leave me a message there.
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When I first started in law enforcement, I used to call my parents to tell them about my week. My dad was comfortable with hearing about my entire week, the good, the bad, and the ugly. My mom.... not so much so. She didn't want to know about the foot pursuits through back yards going after men with guns, drugs, and histories of violence. She didn't want to hear about the homicide scene I was at earlier in the day or the car crash that took the life of a five-year old boy. Honestly, who can blame her. It isn't normal for people to be exposed to that toxicity day and day out. What she did want to hear about was the funny, silly, and sometimes downright stupid things that happened to me during the week. For my mom, I started telling those stories.
Then, I'm at my best friend's wedding reception and to kill some time, someone passes me a mic and asks me to tell a story to a room crowded with a hundred plus people. To set the scene, we're at a club called Hide & Seek. It's a gay bar and my best friend's brother is an entertainer there. The club is a diverse mix of gay and straight, transvestites and non-transvestites, and young and old. I'm not a public speaker. Oh, I can get up in front of a room of 250 plus people and talk about crime trends and public safety initiatives, but this was different. I was expected to be entertaining.
I took a long pause, mostly to steady my breathing and calm the nervousness I was feeling. Then I started telling the story about the two men on the moped and to my surprise, people loved it so I told another and even possibly a third before someone wrestled the microphone away from me so they could introduce the bride and groom.
After the wedding, my mom encouraged me to start writing down my stories before I forgot them, and I did. A few years later, someone created a blog for me to write my stories down in so that I could share them with friends and family. Friends and family shared my blog with people who shared it with other people and pretty soon I was getting comments from people who lived in my city.
Then the day came when one of my officers was watching a movie of the adult variety. He was fond of a particular actress and decided to look her up and see what other movies she may have debuted in. In doing so, he stumbled across a friend of mine who had the same name as the adult film actress. She also happened to be the one who created the blog for me. No, she isn't a porn star. She was however a red-haired librarian with a sexy sounding name. Right up this officer's alley so he clicked on her webpage and immediately recognized her as my friend. Then he saw a link to my blog and clicked on that.
By the time I came in on Monday morning to conduct briefing, every officer in the Department had read the blog. To my surprise, they loved it. They wanted to be seen as human, capable of doing dumb shit, making mistakes, and having feelings like every other person on the planet and they liked that I showed that through humor.
The blog still exists in its original format, you'd have dig to find it though. Here, in this book, I've done some editing, changed the names to protect the innocent and all of that. The stories themselves are all true, maybe with a bit of embellishment to make them funnier but, to the best of my recollection at the time they were written, they are accurate.
Some notes on the writing style. A lot of these stories were written at the time they happened so they're in the present tense even if they occurred 10 plus years ago. I also did not have these stories professionally edited. My editor is probably cringing right now. After reading my first book, "Me, The World, and a Dog Named Steve," she offered her editing skills to me, mostly because my poor grammar, spelling and misuse of words drove her crazy.
I hope you enjoy these stories. If you have questions or comments, please feel free to email me at wayne. or you can visit my webpage at www.waynecotes.com and leave me a message there.
L.E.O.
This book is 27 years in the making. I started my law enforcement career in May of 1991 as a police officer for a municipal agency and then in 1993, I found the department I would call home for the next 25 years. It has not always been the smoothest road. I've made decisions along the way that have landed my department and me in trouble. I've lost friends, including 3 in one day. I've been to too many homicide scenes, seen too many dead babies, and felt the heartbreak and sorrow of a community that has suffered too long from violence and apathy. Twenty-seven years has left more than its fair share of scars, physical and otherwise. In December 2017, I decided to hang up my gun belt and signed the papers that will lead to my full retirement.
When I first started in law enforcement, I used to call my parents to tell them about my week. My dad was comfortable with hearing about my entire week, the good, the bad, and the ugly. My mom.... not so much so. She didn't want to know about the foot pursuits through back yards going after men with guns, drugs, and histories of violence. She didn't want to hear about the homicide scene I was at earlier in the day or the car crash that took the life of a five-year old boy. Honestly, who can blame her. It isn't normal for people to be exposed to that toxicity day and day out. What she did want to hear about was the funny, silly, and sometimes downright stupid things that happened to me during the week. For my mom, I started telling those stories.
Then, I'm at my best friend's wedding reception and to kill some time, someone passes me a mic and asks me to tell a story to a room crowded with a hundred plus people. To set the scene, we're at a club called Hide & Seek. It's a gay bar and my best friend's brother is an entertainer there. The club is a diverse mix of gay and straight, transvestites and non-transvestites, and young and old. I'm not a public speaker. Oh, I can get up in front of a room of 250 plus people and talk about crime trends and public safety initiatives, but this was different. I was expected to be entertaining.
I took a long pause, mostly to steady my breathing and calm the nervousness I was feeling. Then I started telling the story about the two men on the moped and to my surprise, people loved it so I told another and even possibly a third before someone wrestled the microphone away from me so they could introduce the bride and groom.
After the wedding, my mom encouraged me to start writing down my stories before I forgot them, and I did. A few years later, someone created a blog for me to write my stories down in so that I could share them with friends and family. Friends and family shared my blog with people who shared it with other people and pretty soon I was getting comments from people who lived in my city.
Then the day came when one of my officers was watching a movie of the adult variety. He was fond of a particular actress and decided to look her up and see what other movies she may have debuted in. In doing so, he stumbled across a friend of mine who had the same name as the adult film actress. She also happened to be the one who created the blog for me. No, she isn't a porn star. She was however a red-haired librarian with a sexy sounding name. Right up this officer's alley so he clicked on her webpage and immediately recognized her as my friend. Then he saw a link to my blog and clicked on that.
By the time I came in on Monday morning to conduct briefing, every officer in the Department had read the blog. To my surprise, they loved it. They wanted to be seen as human, capable of doing dumb shit, making mistakes, and having feelings like every other person on the planet and they liked that I showed that through humor.
The blog still exists in its original format, you'd have dig to find it though. Here, in this book, I've done some editing, changed the names to protect the innocent and all of that. The stories themselves are all true, maybe with a bit of embellishment to make them funnier but, to the best of my recollection at the time they were written, they are accurate.
Some notes on the writing style. A lot of these stories were written at the time they happened so they're in the present tense even if they occurred 10 plus years ago. I also did not have these stories professionally edited. My editor is probably cringing right now. After reading my first book, "Me, The World, and a Dog Named Steve," she offered her editing skills to me, mostly because my poor grammar, spelling and misuse of words drove her crazy.
I hope you enjoy these stories. If you have questions or comments, please feel free to email me at wayne. or you can visit my webpage at www.waynecotes.com and leave me a message there.
When I first started in law enforcement, I used to call my parents to tell them about my week. My dad was comfortable with hearing about my entire week, the good, the bad, and the ugly. My mom.... not so much so. She didn't want to know about the foot pursuits through back yards going after men with guns, drugs, and histories of violence. She didn't want to hear about the homicide scene I was at earlier in the day or the car crash that took the life of a five-year old boy. Honestly, who can blame her. It isn't normal for people to be exposed to that toxicity day and day out. What she did want to hear about was the funny, silly, and sometimes downright stupid things that happened to me during the week. For my mom, I started telling those stories.
Then, I'm at my best friend's wedding reception and to kill some time, someone passes me a mic and asks me to tell a story to a room crowded with a hundred plus people. To set the scene, we're at a club called Hide & Seek. It's a gay bar and my best friend's brother is an entertainer there. The club is a diverse mix of gay and straight, transvestites and non-transvestites, and young and old. I'm not a public speaker. Oh, I can get up in front of a room of 250 plus people and talk about crime trends and public safety initiatives, but this was different. I was expected to be entertaining.
I took a long pause, mostly to steady my breathing and calm the nervousness I was feeling. Then I started telling the story about the two men on the moped and to my surprise, people loved it so I told another and even possibly a third before someone wrestled the microphone away from me so they could introduce the bride and groom.
After the wedding, my mom encouraged me to start writing down my stories before I forgot them, and I did. A few years later, someone created a blog for me to write my stories down in so that I could share them with friends and family. Friends and family shared my blog with people who shared it with other people and pretty soon I was getting comments from people who lived in my city.
Then the day came when one of my officers was watching a movie of the adult variety. He was fond of a particular actress and decided to look her up and see what other movies she may have debuted in. In doing so, he stumbled across a friend of mine who had the same name as the adult film actress. She also happened to be the one who created the blog for me. No, she isn't a porn star. She was however a red-haired librarian with a sexy sounding name. Right up this officer's alley so he clicked on her webpage and immediately recognized her as my friend. Then he saw a link to my blog and clicked on that.
By the time I came in on Monday morning to conduct briefing, every officer in the Department had read the blog. To my surprise, they loved it. They wanted to be seen as human, capable of doing dumb shit, making mistakes, and having feelings like every other person on the planet and they liked that I showed that through humor.
The blog still exists in its original format, you'd have dig to find it though. Here, in this book, I've done some editing, changed the names to protect the innocent and all of that. The stories themselves are all true, maybe with a bit of embellishment to make them funnier but, to the best of my recollection at the time they were written, they are accurate.
Some notes on the writing style. A lot of these stories were written at the time they happened so they're in the present tense even if they occurred 10 plus years ago. I also did not have these stories professionally edited. My editor is probably cringing right now. After reading my first book, "Me, The World, and a Dog Named Steve," she offered her editing skills to me, mostly because my poor grammar, spelling and misuse of words drove her crazy.
I hope you enjoy these stories. If you have questions or comments, please feel free to email me at wayne. or you can visit my webpage at www.waynecotes.com and leave me a message there.
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| BN ID: | 2940162105664 |
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| Publisher: | Jerold Coats |
| Publication date: | 06/07/2018 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 995 KB |
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