A Story: Random Bits

This is part 7 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6.

I’m not sure I have ever met a man as pale as Dave.  I’m not even sure I’ve seen nor heard of his feet touching the sand on a beach.  Yet somehow Texas stole his heart.  “Dude, it’s sick.  The complex I live in has a giant pool and chairs to sit on and get your tan on.”

Dave drove slower than the elderly, yet that didn’t stop him from buying a speedy Volkswagen sports car.  “Bro, this thing flies.  Turbo speed is the best.”

He had a habit of pinching his male-friend’s chests, just to annoy them.  God forbid anyone ever try returning the favor.  “ooWWWW!” That drawn-out, over-exaggerated yell, with a, “Dude stop, you’re being annoying!”

~Bryan R., NYPD

A Story: Workouts, Fast Food & Zero-Calorie Beverages

This is part 6 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5.

“When I visited Dave in TX, most work-out sessions never came to light. “I haven’t gone to the gym in two days, I have to go today.”  Yet, somehow, the car would veer off at the nearest What-A-Burger…and eventually home.  Though if you consider that a forearm workout, by all means!

We used to laugh at how broke we might have been some weeks, yet that never stopped us from heading out on the town and ending it with a whole assortment of McDonald’s drive-thru items, which ran us to our very last penny.

Dave liked to drink vodka-soda’s.  He called it water.  “Zero calories.”

Bryan R., NYPD


A Tribute: The NYPD Memorial 5K

Yesterday, my parents and I and over 2500 others participated in the NYPD Memorial Run to honor the legacy of of the 882 NYPD officers who have fallen in the line of duty. 882 souls who have given their lives to protect those of the citizens of NYC.

It was a very moving experience. Beginning with an invocation by an NYPD chaplain, that was both poignant and humorous (delivered with a great New York accent!), the singing of the national anthem by a female officer, and the mournful playing of the bagpipes during a moment of silence for our fallen heroes.

Most striking to me was seeing all the personalized race bibs, many with names of the recently fallen, and many more graced with names of officers whose legacy endures even though they have left us long time past. “My brother” is what my bib said. Others wore bibs that marked their own relationship to an officer: my son, my husband, my partner, my father, my cousin, my friend, my hero, … The list goes on. Let us honor those who have left us, but let us also remember those who are left behind, for enduring their unthinkable loss. The officers, the families, the friends and supporters all deserve our deepest gratitude.

I also want to mention that we understand that Dave is not an “official” fallen NYPD officer as he had retired and joined another department. Yet, there were close to 100 people there to honor him. Thank you to each one of you. There are so many people who are making a tremendous effort to make sure his sacrifice is honored in NYC as well. I want to take this opportunity to thank Bryan R. who has been at the forefront of these efforts. Thank you, Bryan, for all you’ve done and all you continue to do for Dave. And, thank you, to everyone who is helping with this in the background. We may not know each of you, but know that we’re grateful.

In Memory: 05/23/16


Dear Euless Police Department,
you are very hard you sode take a brak, and I know that work is a hard job for you and whowhaver barck the law you can fix it and that is why you impotin and in school you tell safty ruals thats is who I like you. u are very nice to popole and that is how people sould respet you and that is a good way and I will like your dog they take care of Baby and they are very playfull and in your Belt you have a lot of cool stuf and you use that stuf only for Big emges and in your car they is a comptur that can chack the Bad gus and put them in jail or give them a tick for Draving fast and that is very cool and you can go fast to cach the Bad gus or the man who is Dariveing fast and if you are in a hur you can chang the light to green when it is on red and you only do that becuos someone brack the law and is very cool and th camers take picase if someone run a red lights and you can charck him down with your compouther it whould be much Easyer then looking and that is now I like and and I went in one of your cars it has a lot of a cool stuf in they and I wish I can be a Police man when I grow up and you are nice and and that make you impotet and you all so save live and that is like a super Hero and that is how you are cool.

In Memory: 05/21/16

“In The Honor of Police Offier David Hofer
I am  Thankful for Police Officers because they make us safe they check if people follow the Law. They  Make us away from bad Guy they vist schools to tell detail about what they do And tell who is queit”

[Note: The one person says to the other: Good job following the law!]


A Story: Jaeger

This is part 5 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. I decided to make it into a few posts that will be posted in the coming days. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4.

“After a hard-night’s work, myself, Dave and others enjoyed heading out for a beverage and relaxation. He’d whine: “Why does everyone come to me and ask me about plans for tonight?” Yet mass-texts would fly out of his phone during the course of a tour, stating exactly where he would head to. While we might wake up the next day feeling sluggish (if you catch my euphemism), he still enjoyed going out that very next night. 

“Who cares if you feel like crap?! Drink Jaeger; it cures everything.  Flu?  Jaeger.  Strep?  Jaeger.  Dude, I’m telling you, I don’t know how not one person has caught on to this.”

~ Bryan R., NYPD