2/29/2012: I’ve nodded at this gentleman many times as he walked his 13th street beat, but I never stopped to talk to him. Sweet story about his retirement, in the ODE by Branden Andersen:
“I knew that I didn’t have enough compassion to be a minister, but I knew I had enough concern to be a police officer, …”
He’s a good guy, he’ll be missed.
Hey, he’s real police. Maybe we can hire him.
I once saw him walk up to a busking guitarist, kick his guitar case and start screaming at him. For years I viewed I assumed he was universally viewed as as an overbearing asshole – because that’s how I saw him behave.
I was surprised years later to learn that he did a lot of genuinely nice things for people who needed it.
Religion and ministerial work is probably the perfect parallel. Charity and judgmental hostility all mixed up in one confusing bundle.
Indeed. DEAD DUCK offers three quacks for Randy. He and frog have made 13th a comfortably human gateway to and from campus along 13th.