Officer Twitchy: Valley
Police Department, May 1990
Some people just seem to have a knack for pissing other people
off…
Around
the end of 1989, the Valley Police Department consisted of three
full time officers, two fully certified part time officers, and
two reserve officers. It was authorized by the Mayor that we should
appoint an additional full time officer. The job was offered to
either of the present part-time officers, who both had other full-time
employment which paid better than their part time job, so they declined.
The two reserve officers did not hold the necessary certifications
to to take the full time position, so the choice was made to advertise
the open position.
As was
often the case, whenever a background investigation was needed on
an individual, the job was delegated to me. As was the nature of
all my reports, I made no conclusions, but laid out the facts so
that the decision makers could make the best decision based on the
facts. As was common at just about any law enforcement agency in
the state at that time, we received more than quite a few applications.
The Chief pared these down to about ten, and asked me to proceed
with my investigation on the members of this short list.
I completed
my investigations about two weeks later, and presented my findings
to the Chief in no particular order. He did ask my opinion by way
of rating the individual applications from top to bottom based on
the applications and the results of the background investigations.
My top three suggestions were very strong candidates, so I was very
surprised when the Chief told me he liked Number 10.
Number
10 had been a Police Officer at Council Bluffs, Iowa, a much larger
city than Valley to be sure. My concern with Number 10, was not
what I found in the background investigation, but what I could not
find. There were too many holes in it. Most predominantly, was I
could find nothing as to why this individual was no longer employed
with Council Bluffs. Everyone was very tight lipped! I told this
to the Chief, who liked the guy because someone who knew someone,
who worked with someone, recommended the guy for the job. In any
case, it was not my decision. I made my contribution to the process,
now it was up to someone else to decide.
I went
on vacation for two weeks, and on my return, I would be working
the Day Shift while the Chief went on vacation. I was never a “morning
person” so you can imagine how I felt dragging myself into
the office at 6:30 on a bright Monday Morning. There was a quiet
guy, wearing one of our uniforms sitting along the wall of the office
reading something. I grunted some sort of early morning greeting
as I shuffled over to my desk, which was deeply piled with paperwork
as was always the case when I returned from an extended absence.
There,
on top of the pile of paperwork, was a memo from the Chief. It read,
“By now, you should have met Officer Billright. He is our
new Police Officer. You are his FTO. (Field Training Officer.) Make
sure you have him fill out his Form W-4 and the other paperwork
attached to the memo. Issue to him, and catalog his hand-held radio,
and holster for the radio, etc. Check out a set of keys to him.
Assign him a desk, and provide any office supplies he might need.
Have a nice day!”
I look
around the room, and see that the new guy had made a fresh pot of
coffee. That was a good thing! He made points with his FTO because
I needed coffee badly! So I stand up, poor a cup of joe, and extend
my hand to Officer Billright. I introduced myself.
The
first thing I notice about Billright, is he has the physic of a
weight lifter. Good for him! He’s going to likely need some
muscle working in this town. The next thing I notice, is that he’s
constantly rolling his head around on his neck, like he has a painfully
stiff neck… (The kids around town starting referring to Billright
as Officer Twitchy, because of this strange mannerism.) The other
thing I notice, is that when he would be standing at ease, he always
had his hand tucked into the front of his pants…
Ok.
We all have our strange habits. After all, I must have some characteristics
that someone else might find strange or odd…
I invite
Billright to pull up a chair near my desk, and have a seat. While
I’m explaining the paperwork, he pulls a tooth brush out from
his pocket… Ok, I think to myself, you can’t put a man
down for good dental hygiene… He then takes the tooth brush,
and starts brushing his mustache!
I stopped
in mid sentence, and asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure…”
“What
the f**k are you doing?!”
“I’m
combing my moustache…”
“Use
your comb!”
“You
can do that?”
I knew
this was going to be a long day, and a longer training period than
several weeks.
We get
everything checked out to him, and I remind him to remove his gun
belt, and check the snaps on his radio holster, otherwise it will
likely fall off. He assures me he has it taken care of it without
taking off his gun belt. Radios in those days were very expensive.
Today, a similar radio would cost about $150 to $200. Back then
each hand held radio was a $1,400 investment!
I figure
the best way to learn his way around town, is to simply go out and
drive around in it. I toss him the car keys, and announce, “You
get to drive!”
We go
out the back door to the parking lot and as always, the neighbors
little terrier comes across the street to greet us. He was not a
bad dog. He was always friendly, never jumped up on us, and was
part of the neighborhood. We get in my patrol car, with Billright
behind the wheel. You would have thought it was his first day in
drivers’ education… While twitching his neck all around,
he checked the rear view mirror and adjusted it, the left mirror,
and the right mirror, then he did it all over again. This was all
before he even started the ignition. I gave him an over view of
the radios, then called in, “Five-Four Omaha Sheriff!”
“Five-Four,”
came the reply...
“Five-Four:
Officers One-One-Four and One-One-Eight 10-41, two-man unit, answering
to Five-Four. 10-8!” What
this basically told dispatch was that Officers 114 and 118 were
beginning our tour of duty as a two-man patrol car, and that we
were In Service.
I look
to Billright, and say, “Let’s go!”
He puts
the patrol car into reverse, starts to backup, as we perceive the
left-front tire lifting a few inches, followed by a crunch of the
car running over something… I think, “Oh shit! He’s
ran over the neighbors dog!” I bail out of my side of
the patrol car, and run around to the other side.
Billright
says, “Did I kill it?”
I replied,
“No… No, I fear it’s much worse than that…”
I pick up the pieces of his now destroyed, hand held radio and pass
it through the car window to Billright. “It looks like you’re
going to get to write your first memo about internal equipment damage.
I think it’s insured…”
So that
was my first day with Twitchy!
Over
time, Twitchy could do some things very well. For instance, he could
grab and slap the cuffs on an offender before the subject even know
what had happened. Apparently, he had practiced that skill very
well.
He also
had a few bad habits… For one thing, his “bedside manner"
was very bad. He could piss off a member of the public by merely
saying Hello. In confrontations, he would often provoke the subject
into a fight, while he could have used a bit more finesse to get
the subject to come along more peacefully. One time during a Bar
Check, I thought he was going to get both our asses kicked when
he nearly forced a confrontation with a local in a drinking establishment.
I stepped in between him and the gorilla, and suggested that Twitchy
go check the patrol cars. After he left, the gorilla says to me,
“You can come in here and check on us all you need, Randy.
You’re just doing your job, but that guy’s an asshole!”
He also
had a bad habit of sleeping on the job… The 3M Factory had
a daily shift change at 4:00 AM. On more than one occasion, I was
told by 3M employees of a police car parked in their parking lot,
and how the employees would literally drive in circles around the
cop car, while to cop inside stayed fast asleep. I came on duty
at 11:00 PM one evening to find him asleep in his patrol car behind
City Hall. I quietly walked up, unlocked the door to his patrol
car, jerked it open, and jabbed him in the ribs shouting “Bang!
You’re dead!” He yawned, twitched his head around,
and said he knew I was there; he was just resting his eyes…
Working
in Valley would be interesting over the next year with Officer Twitchy
working on the Department...
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