Photo shows David’s son and grandsons, years ago, at the National Zoo with another kind motorcycle cop.
I mentioned Adam the motorcycle policeman in a post I wrote a few weeks ago. Adam, whose regular duties include keeping the peace downtown and escorting various dignitaries (like Mr. Obama) around town, spends most days issuing parking tickets to out-of-county cars or local cars with expired tags and county decals here in Arlington VA. (Our county has a problem with folks from other jurisdictions parking on our narrow urban streets and catching a taxi or bus downtown. Adam insures this practice is suppressed.)
One day, David spotted Adam writing a ticket for his beloved little red sports car, parked on the street with expired decals, and rushed outside to ask him to desist in writing a ticket. As David is somewhat handicapped (and has the sticker to prove it), he didn’t exactly rush. It was more like a shuffling stumbling tottering walk towards Adam.
Adam took pity on him I think, because he tore up the ticket and asked David if he could take the car to an inspection station for him. David was so touched, he called Adam later and asked him if he would like the car. To cut this story a bit because I have already told it once, a few days later, Adam accompanied by his beautiful wife, came and took the car away. These days, Adam stops by to check on David and give him an update on the car. Adam is always in uniform (a handsome fellow) and I tease David that the neighbors probably think we have been arguing and one of us called the cops.
This week David received several checks from the county (refunds for parking ticket expenses). David refused to take any money for the car when he gave it to Adam, and we suspect Adam has been reviewing the county records and made arrangements for the removal of the tickets from David’s record. We also suspect he made arrangements for refunding the money David spent on parking tickets all those years.
I now have mouse finger. Yes, folks that’s mouse finger. It’s official, the osteoarthritis has reached my forefinger…the one I use for point and click on the mouse. I can’t blame the mouse for everything, I use this finger for crocheting and pointing.
What is osteoarthritis? Some link it to age and there is certainly a genetic component. Also sports injuries can bring it on. Years ago, I used this finger to play baseball. So, it’s probably a sports injury. Surprisingly, I don’t have arthritis in the pinkie I broke while horseback riding. No, riding didn’t break it. Falling off the horse several times broke it.
So why doesn’t my pinkie hurt? Better not talk about it, or pinkie will get ideas and start clamoring for attention.