X-Mozilla-Status: 0003 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00800000 X-Mozilla-Keys: Message-ID: <54791818.1010806@sbcglobal.net> Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 16:49:28 -0800 From: Richard Childers User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; FreeBSD i386; rv:10.0.3) Gecko/20120327 Thunderbird/10.0.3 MIME-Version: 1.0 To: Bill Dobberstein CC: jessica.ppmrentals@gmail.com Subject: Hensons onsite; fist-sized rock found on front doorstep Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Chief Dobberstein, I stepped out about thirty minutes ago and found a fist-sized rock on my doorstep. Too large to be blown by the wind ... placed so quietly that no one heard a thing ... large enough to hurt someone. I called dispatch. It didn't seem to be an emergency yet. Two officers dropped by a few minutes later. They didn't seem too happy. The rock was there. They ignored it. They weren't interested in knocking on 4-B's door. I asked them for an incident number. They told me to call the dispatcher ..? They left. They didn't seem interested in anything that didn't involve blood flowing or tangible damage. (Does it even need to be said, "Give the citizen an incident number, in writing?" Isn't that, like, part of police kindergarden, by now?) Customer relations are not their forte, it would seem. I don't see either of those gentlemen becoming detectives any time soon. So, I called the dispatcher. I got the incident number. It doesn't matter. You know it. It was around 1815, today. I told the dispatcher - Gabe - that if the police force waits until something happens, they aren't actually adding any value - they are being reactive, rather than preventive. If they want to PREVENT things from happening they have to INVOLVE themselves. Your officers acted like I'd interrupted their poker game. Regards, ~richard