Well, folks, it's
been grand, but now it's over.
I was recently
promoted to the rank of watch commander.
After nearly 9 years of working in plainclothes, supervising a small
number of detectives, I'm back in uniform and running a patrol
shift. Cops reading this will
immediately think "uh-oh", and conjecture on how big of a tool I'll become as a
result of the promotion. Guys, I promise
to only use my powers for good.
My soul patch is
shaved off, my sideburns are trimmed back, and my hair is cut to a decent
length. My uniform fits, and according
to my bride I look darn good in it. It
promises to be a blast, but the new schedule and new responsibilities mean that
something's got to give.
That something is
this blog.
When I started
Arresting Tales I wanted to tell some stories, give people a few laughs, and
hopefully offer some insight into what the job of policing is like. I hope I succeeded in that, and I hope you've
enjoyed it. There are still things I'd
like to talk about, but it it's time to bring this particular blogging
adventure to an end.
First, thank you to
everyone who's stopped by here and taken the time to comment. I'd especially like to thank everyone who
disagreed with me and took the time to say so, and who challenged me when you
thought I was wrong. I am alarmed by the
extent to which we tend to consume news and opinion that confirms our existing
beliefs and prejudices. We don't learn
anything when we only talk to people we agree with. I've always believed that we're better off
engaging and debating than we are attempting to silence or ignore those with
whom we disagree.
Thank you Amy Guth, for
launching this deal with a single tweet, and teaching me to love the Twitter.
Thank you Bill Adee,
Tracy Samantha Schmidt, Fernando Diaz, Jimmy Greenfield, and all the bloggers at
ChicagoNow. Being one of the first 20 or
so blogs on here was a humbling and exciting
experience.
Thanks to Alex
Quigley, Greg Jarrett and the fine people at WGN Radio for allowing me to spout
off on the air.
Thanks Mac, and
thanks John. You poor bastards have
probably had to listen to more of my bullsh*t than anyone other than my family.
Thanks most of all to
my saintly bride and my long-suffering daughters. My bride's doubts about my returning to the
"3 to 3" shift are outweighed by her relief at no longer being a blog
widow.
I'll still be around
on Twitter, and anyone who needs to, knows where to find me.
Thanks again. In the words of Woody Guthrie--so long, it's been good to know you.
Joe the Cop







