My hair is cut, my fave freshly shaven, and my uniform cleaned; it's time for work. Yes today I was not in the classroom, I was not in front of my students, I was not counting the hours by ringing bells.
The nice thing about small town cop work is it doesn't change quickly. It's been about a month sense I last wore the badge on my chest. It's a good feeling knowing that you are wanted and welcomed as a police officer in today's world. That's one of the beautiful things of small town police work. There's still a large part of the community that sees you as relevant.
Now I'm home, the uniform is away, and I look forward to a school week to come.
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