[M.D. Holloway]

I've been wanting to clean out the garage and finally got my shot tonight after dinner when it got below 100F. I pull everything out and proceed to vacuum the stalls. My Son was helping and out of the corner of my eye I see a Policemen had pulled up and was getting out of his car walking our way. The guy has a smile on his face and my son begins a conversation with him. I guess he knows my son through scouts. He admires the 911, looks at the 450SL, checks out the new/old pickup and basically spend about 15 minutes shooting the breeze. A great guy, says it was great to talk to us and is on his way.

About 2 hours go by and we have the garage gutted, cleaned, junk stowed in the attic and now we just have to reload the stalls. Up rolls officer #2. I guess the first guy at the end of his shift told 2nd shift about us. he comes rolling up and proceeds to visit for a spell. of course my son is talking trucks, guns, hunting, racing...all the while I'm thinking "this garage ain't gonna clean itself!"

This one spent the better part of a half hour with us. I would have taken exception if the town we live in required some hard core policing but the biggest excitement these guys get is a partial sighting of a mountain lion.

All in all I am very fortunate that I live in a pretty nice place and the cops are the old school kind that know your name and take time to get to know you as a person...