Blogstarts

I went to Denver August 8, 2008. 8-8-08. It was after putting in 4 years at a job I loved with a boss I loathed.  I didn't mind her actually, she just couldn't handle me.  Couldn't fathom I was just there to do the best job I could.  No intentions of eventually acquiring her job, at some point, as I was accused of many, many times. YAWN!  Hell, I was dispatching. I was telling police WHERE to go. That's good stuff.  I was the one MAKING the cop cars and rescue vehicles run coded to places. That call had come to me FIRST.  I was running the "mothership". 911 is what I was answering.  How could I want anymore responsibility than that?  I was in Heaven on Earth I loved my job. Then I had taken all I could take by the end of May 2008 when my grandmother Packer started to lose her second battle with cancer.  I decided, with the help from my mother,and the rest of my small though big family, I wasn't going to wait until I was 50 to say "F-Bomb you. This isn't right and here's what I'm going to do."  Hey it scored me the precious final days with my grandmother Packer. So precious.

All that happened next and led to 'The Mile High City', and all that came before that led to a career I love, which is now based in Bryant, will come popping onto something called a BLOG. Better than BLOW.