A time warp is the only explanation…

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The calendar said it was Monday.  My phone said it was Monday.  The newspaper said it was Monday.  Tulare County seemed to think it was Friday.  Friday of a full Moon.  On a Friday the 13th.

It started off quietly enough.  A nice staffing level, not much going on, things running fairly smoothly.  A nice, calm, reasonable Monday at 9-1-1.  The officers and deputies were all out getting into their routines, as Mondays are generally the beginnings of work weeks for them.  Some subpoenas to be served, maybe a warrant or two, and informants to be talked to, in order to glean intel over events that occurred on the weekend.  We were settling in there in dispatch, looking forward to sedate work shift.  We should have known better.  Just when you think it’s all good…

“WHO SHOT YOUR MOTHER??”

That’s the phrase that led our descent into chaos, nearly shouted by the Duty Officer, on a 9-1-1 call…

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Time Warp! July, 1983

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25 years old. Before the Internet.  Before dispatching.  Before Ham Radio-ing.  Still in denial, and barely aware of it.  Still slinging chicken and burgers. (Same month as Best CheeseBurger in town!) Noticing several things about this picture:  Still sleeping on the same waterbed! Still have the CB radio (don’t use it).  Still have the table the CB and the shortwave are sitting on.  Still have the stereo that’s barely visible (do use it), although that turntable died years ago.  Still have the picture that’s on the wall behind me (it’s of the Space Shuttle on the launch pad).  The hair on my chest is now thicker than the hair on my head (and the chest hair is not all that much thicker today than then!).  I have gained a few pounds in the interim.  But only a few.  I think that robe may be in the back of my closet somewhere.

Photo Credit: Mom!

Slightly freaky afterthought…
It’s been longer since that picture was taken, than from my birth to that day!