Scott

Well lets see, I love hunting and fishing and Stihl chainsaws and John Deere Tractors. I love the bar hopefully one day I own one and name it the Grainhopper in memory of my time in North Dakota, kinda weird because I really hated it there, but that was a good bar, course I was drunk alot so maybe thats why it was so good. Anyways I love PENNSYLVANIA there's no place quite like it, The trees are a little taller, the grass is a little greener, and the people are alot nicer. Of everywhere I've been I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Oh and yeah I LOVE Yeungling Lager------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ---A policeman is a composite of what all men are - a mingling of saint and sinner, dust and deity. Culled statistics wave the fan over the stinkers and underscore instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are "news". What this really means is that they are exceptional and unusual, not commonplace. Burled under the front is this fact: Less than one-half of 1 percent misfit that uniform. That's a better average than you'd find among clergymen. What is a policeman made of? He, of all men is at once the most needed and the most unwanted. He's a strangely nameless creature who is "sir" to his face and "the fuzz" behind his back. He must be a diplomat so that he can settle differences between individuals in a way that each will think he won. But, if the policeman is neat, he's conceited. If he's careless, he's a bum. If he's pleasant, he's a flirt. If he's not, he's a grouch. In an instant, he must make decisions that would require months for a lawyer. But if he hurries, he's careless -if he's deliberate, he's lazy. He must be first to an accident and infallible with a diagnosis. He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and, above all, be sure the victim goes home without a limp. Or, he must expect to be sued. The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run and hit where it doesn't hurt. He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform and without being "brutal". If you hit him, he's a coward - if he hits you, he's a bully. A policeman must know everything and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake. The policeman must, from a single human hair, be able to describe the crime, the weapon and the criminal - and tell you where the criminal is hiding. But if he catches the criminal, he's lucky - if he doesn't, he's a dunce. If he gets promoted, he has political pull. If he doesn't, he's a dullard. The policeman must chase bum leads to dead ends and stakeout 10 nights to tag one witness who saw it happen but refuses to remember. He runs files and writes reports until his eyes ache - all in order to build a case against some felon who'd get dealed-out by a shameless shamus or an "honorable" who isn't. The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy and a gentleman. And, of course, he has to be a genius, for he has to feed a family on a policeman's salary