Over the years I've written a number of articles about the local sheriff's office - as a result, I've become friends with several of the brass and the deputies. A few years ago, I was asked to cover the death of a deputy killed in the line of duty - the first such death in 25 years. For the procession to the cemetery, I rode in a patrol car - the route included several miles on the northbound lanes of a freeway (well outside of the city) - there were several hundred patrol cars involved from all over the southeast - they closed the northbound lanes but only briefly because they moved fairly quickly.
The southbound lanes, however, remained open and no one seemed to pay attention despite the fact that there were a couple hundred patrol cars all flashing their lights - along with a hearse. That was probably to be expected, I guess.
And then I saw one guy...
It's not much of a shot but it was an incredible moment. Apparently, there aren't many of him left...