His mother, a hair dresser gave him a new color and swoop.
I met him fresh out of Vietnam. We moved to Ft. Lee in Virginia.
Our apartment in Ft. Lee right after we wed in 1972.
A neighbor's precious toddler and I in back yard.
This little baby looked like a Cupie Doll.
You can tell it is the seventies by my dress. I made it of course.
He actually went to work there when we first married
(Catie says he looks like Bernie from Weekend at Bernies Movie)
I actually saved money off of a piece of furniture one time because
the lady told me she liked looking at him in his motorcycle pants....true story.
The man loved to write tickets. He and his buddy Steve both loved that.
There were less accidents because of it.
We purchased his police bike, the Harley but fate wouldn't let him keep it.
He hit a huge deer, a buck on the highway and it was a miracle he survived. His head was inches from sign on highway. Bike was really messed up. Helmet bent, visor gone. He was really messed up too.
His years on the bike probably helped him to survive.
It was said it was a miracle he survived to tell about it. I do believe that. Thank God.
Gift received at retirement looks just like him
The man takes a lickin and keeps on tickin
He has had major surgery and has made a great recovery.
I know God still has plans for him and I am so glad too.
In the six years since we remarried I almost lost him twice.
Now Security Officer at local hospital
We jokingly call it the police retirement home
They do not like being called security guards because that is not what they are.
They are officers and have extensive training. His law enforcement experience certainly helps.
They have the authority to arrest, carry firearms, which makes him happy. I personally don't think he would know how to walk without a gun belt....lol.
They do more than the average citizen will ever know.
Patients, doctors, nurses all depend on these professionals.
I might add, with good reason, it is a good thing they are there to protect us all.
Can you tell I love this man?