Yesterday, six officers made it to C-Shift roll call.
Picking up my daughter from school, I watched the roads turn from asphalt to ice as the snow fell. I dropped her off at home and left for work an hour and a half early. I made it before the roads turned slick and created parking lots.
Many officers were stuck en route to work. Many were five hours late.
After 1600 hours, there were no tow trucks citywide.
The trainee they gave me for the night and I pushed cars into the ditch, one after the other, to open up the roads.
Too many cars without studs or chains or drivers capable of driving in the snow line the bridges and passes to cross the rivers and hills to get out of the city.
Yes, I will talk to your wife. Yes, your husband is stuck. There are no tows. He will put a note in the window with his phone number saying the police pushed his car to the shoulder. He will take the train into the burbs. You can meet him there in flatter land. You can get the car tomorrow.
In the two miles to the first pass of the West Hills, 150 cars lined the west bound sides of the freeway. Most were abandoned, dozens or cars were left in the lane.
Today, again, I left and arrived early.
Several of us did.
The Lt told us we could start early and leave early.
Thank you, Sir!
I was home by 0100 and started my Christmas Vacation.
