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What Kind of Police Cruiser Are You? taken almost 8 years ago

You'd be a Dodge Diplomat


How Do You Handle Danger? taken about 8 years ago

You handle danger with Courage


Odessa, TX
Federal Officer / Agent
Retired (has access to L.E. restricted areas)


Shooting, Fishing, Hunting,
Favorite Movies:
don't watch many
Favorite TV Shows:
true crime documentaries
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  • My_hero_max50


    about 8 years ago

    thanks for the add neighbor, have a great weekend

  • Image_max50


    about 8 years ago

    Thanks for the add.

  • Finalfeeding161copy_1__-_copy_max50


    about 8 years ago

    God Bless keep safe

  • 2_max50


    about 8 years ago

    Thank you for the add. Stay safe

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address! In simple words ............

    May 2009 be the best year of your life!!!

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    Thanks Cap! Happy New Year to you, may 2009 be the best year ever for you and yours

  • Rm1106_max50


    about 8 years ago

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    happy new year Pictures, Images and Photos

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago


    T' was the night before Christmas,
    In Texas you know,
    Way out on the prairie,
    without any snow.

    Asleep in their cabin,
    were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreaming of Christmas,
    like me and like you.

    Not stockings but boots
    at the foot of their beds,
    For this was Texas,
    What more need be said?

    When all of a sudden
    from out the still night,
    There came such a ruckus,
    it gave me a fright!

    And I saw cross the prairie,
    like the shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard,
    Come on at a run.

    The driver was "whistling"
    and "shouting" with a will,
    The "Horses" (not reindeer)
    he drove with such skill.

    "Come on there Buck, Poncho,
    and Prince, to the right"
    There'll be plenty of travelin'
    for you-all tonight..

    The driver in his Levis,
    and a shirt that was red,
    Had a 10 gallon
    Stetson on the top of his head.

    As he stepped from the buckboard,
    he was really a sight,
    with his beard so
    curly and white.

    As he burst in the cabin,
    the children awoke,
    And both so astonished,
    that neither one spoke.

    And he filled up their
    boots with such presents galore,
    That neither could think
    of a single thing more.

    When Buddy recovered
    the use of his jaws,
    He asked in a whisper "
    Are you really Santa Claus?"

    "Am I the real Santa?
    Well, what do you think?
    And he smiled as he gave
    his mysterious wink.

    Then he left in his buckboard,
    and called back in a drawl,

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    I wish you a safe and very merry christmas (smile)

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    about 8 years ago

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    about 8 years ago

  • Chipmunkwar_max50


    about 8 years ago

    Merry Christmas...Stay safe!

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    I take great honor in passing this to you, I did not write it but wish I had

    It was many decades ago when I first joined the police department, I knew there would be special occasions my family would spend without me. Knowing that fact didn't make the task any easier. The celebrations I missed that first year depressed me and sometimes made me feel bitter. Working on Christmas Eve was always the worst.

    On Christmas Eve years ago, I learned that blessings can come disguised as misfortune, and honor is more than just a word.

    I was riding one man patrol on the 4-12 shift. The night was cold. Everywhere I looked I saw reminders of the holiday: families packing their cars with presents, beautifully decorated trees in living room windows and roofs adorned with tiny sleighs. It all added to my holiday funk.

    The evening had been relatively quiet; there were calls for barking dogs and a residential false burglar alarm. There was nothing to make the night pass any quicker. I thought of my own family and sunk further into depression.

    Shortly after 2200 hours I got a radio call to the home of an elderly, terminally ill man. I parked my patrol car in front of a simple Cape Cod style home. First aid kit in hand, I walked up the short path to the front door. As I approached, a woman who seemed to be about 80 years old opened the door. "He's in here", she said. She led me to a back bedroom.

    We passed through a living room that was furnished in a style I had come to associate with older people. The sofa has an afghan blanket draped over its back and a dark, solid Queen Anne chair say next to an unused fireplace. The mantle was cluttered with an eccentric mix of several photos, some ceramic figurines and an antique clock. A floor lamp provided soft lighting.

    We entered a small bedroom where a frail looking man lay in bed with a blanket pulled up to his chin. He wore a blank stare on his ashen, skeletal face. His breathing was shallow and labored. He was barely alive. The trappings of illness were all around his bed. The nightstand was littered with a large number of pill vials. An oxygen bottle stood nearby. Its plastic hose, with face mask attached, rested on the blanket.

    I asked the old woman why she called the police. She simply shrugged and nodded sadly toward her husband, indicating it was at his request. I looked at him and he stared intently into my eyes. He seemed relaxed now. I didn't understand the suddenly calm expression on his face.

    I looked around the room again. A dresser stood along the wall to the left of the bed. On it was the usual memorabilia: ornate perfume bottles, a white porcelain pin case, and a wooden jewelry case. There were also several photos in simple frames. One caught my eye and I walked closer to the dresser for a closer look. The picture showed a young man dressed in a police uniform. It was unmistakably a photo of the man in bed. I knew then why I was there.

    I looked at the old man and he motioned with his hand toward the side of the bed. I walked over and stood beside him. He slid a thin arm from under the covers and took my hand. Soon, I felt his hand go limp, I looked at his face. There was no fear there. I saw only peace.

    He knew he was dying; he was aware his time was very near. I knew now that he was afraid of what was about to happen and he wanted the protection of a fellow cop on his journey. A caring God had seen to it that his child would be delivered safely to Him. The honor of being his escort fell to me.

    When I left at the end of my tour that night, the temperature seemed to have risen considerably, and all the holiday displays I saw on the way home made me smile.

    I no longer feel sorry for myself for having to work on Christmas Eve. I have chosen an honorable profession . I pray that when it's my turn to leave this world there will be a cop there to hold my hand and remind me that I have nothing to fear.

    I wish all my brothers and sisters who have to work this Christmas Eve all the joy and warmth of the season.

    We have all been there.. God bless you all.

    "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God" (Matthew 5:9).

  • Herb_100_max50


    about 8 years ago

    Be Safe Out There! Check out my web site if ya get a chance: ___________Train Hard!!