A boring night's work.
Yesterday, the Deluge Of Aught Seven continued, and I worked a couple of wrecks, getting soaked in the process. My boots swamped early on in my 10-hour shift, so I got to spend at least 12 hours in wet socks. The rain defeated my work cell phone, requiring me later to spend an hour at the phone shop. Other than a fireworks call at the end of my shift, I had only a barking dog call.
But Dad braved the heavy rain to come out.
We had lunch, and drove around, chatting. Since returning to patrol, I'd not had any riders with me, but I decided that it was time, and anyway, Dad is no ordinary ride-along. My LT had made it clear that Dad could and should ride out whenever he had the inclination. With a Commander in his shoulder rig and a star on his belt under his jacket, the old fart frankly increases my chances significantly, should Bad Things Happen ( tm ). But they didn't, as they generally don't.
What a pleasure.