There was another situation in which I was personally involved. Even today, over twenty years later, I shake my head and chuckle. The year was 1974 and on this particular day I had just been hired on as a paid reserve police officer for a very small town north of Kansas City, Mo.
As stated I had, happily accepted both badge and commission and had arrived at my KCMO apartment and was in the mood to celebrate with my family.
Just before supper was served my wife informed me that there was to be ice cream for desert and that I had better get over to the corner store and pick some up.
At that time the area had just started going down hill and, as far as I am concerned never did do well after the 68 riot. Any way I strapped on my blue Security Six and slipped on denim jacket with badge holder in the breast pocket.
Out the back door, down the stairs, and down the allyway to the nearby corner store. Got my favorite, black walnut, ice cream and started back to the apartment. This was around eight pm or so and the lighting wasnt the best. It was good enough for me to see this individual leaning against one of the garages, and just in case I shifted the sack to my left hand and continued to walk to my stair way. I just KNEW what was going to happen next. And I wasnt suprised.
He steps toward me with a knife in his hand spewing curse words and demanding my wallet.
Now here is where I get the chuckles. While he was spewing I quickly said sure, here, take it! And tossed the sack containing the half gallon of black walnut into his chest.
Of course he instinctively caught the sack and before he could blink I had the ruger drawn, cocked, and aimed at the point of his nose.
He drops the knife, my ice cream, and takes off.
I couldnt help myself! The shocked expression on his face will always be in my memory.