It’s time to cut my losses and admit it’s time to hit the road on what I believe will be my last career .. on the road, trucking. (How’s that for a sentence?) Working 911 was an interesting year. Fascinating, appalling. Ultimately, the callers didn’t drive me away. The calls didn’t drive me away. The center, which is actually one of the better ones in the country, drove me away. Three problems: Training is a debacle; communications is non-existent; and I hated police dispatch. So, I’ve called time. I gave it a solid year. But by the end of April, I could tell the writing was on the wall.
Tag: Me
Nothing to Say
I have nothing to say. On paper. Probably in person. Mute all my life except brief bursts of productivity. Newspaper/school PR work 1088=1994. Northpoint Communications internal PR 1998-2000. That’s work. But what can I write personally? There’s a story about eternal life I’ve worked on for years. Another book about plane crashes— midairs this time….


