Monday, October 03, 2005

 

I am alive

Things have been crazy the past several months. I just don't feel like writing. Not that anyone reads this stupid blog anymore. Or ever did. I'm such a failure.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

 

About my last name

Admit it. When you first saw this blog was written by a guy named Michael Wong, you pictured me as Oriental. Albeit an incredibly handsome Oriental man, but a person of Asian descent just the same. I get it all the time.

You wouldn't believe the crap I get from suspects when they see that my nametag says "Officer Wong." I'm called "Slant-eye," and "Jap" among other things that are not very fit to list here. Every now and then I'm talking with someone on the phone that I've never met in person, and they tell me that my English is really good because I don't have an accent. I used to let it just slide by, but lately it's been pissing me off more and more.

So what's the deal with my name? Here it is, in black and white, once and for all. My family is originally from Italy. My great-grandfather was named Beniamino Rizzotti, and he was a member of the mafia. Unfortunately for him, he was not a very good mafioso. He got picked up by the local cops for stealing a pig and when faced with the threat of prison, he told them everything.

The Italian mobsters took this kind of things pretty seriously, what with their vow of silence and all. Beniamino had broken his sacred vow of silence and his life was forfeit. When my great-grandfather realized what he had done, he fled for America with his young wife, Maria. He knew that if the Mafia found out he was in America, they would not hesitate to kill him. So he did the only thing he could think of; he changed his name. He picked something that he thought would help him evade detection. He chose the last name Wong.

Three generations later, here I am. And still fairly white.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

 

Normally policemen stay away from doughnuts. Have you ever tried to run after a suspect with half a dozen glazed doughnuts in your stomach? When I saw some state troopers at Krispy Kreme, I just had to take this picture. Posted by Hello

Thursday, January 20, 2005

 

This is what I was meant to do

Tonight was great. After being on leave for more than two weeks, I went out on patrol tonight with Mark. I have missed this so much. Things were fairly uneventful; just a handful of traffic violations, but it was nice to be able to catch up on how things have been with Mark.

For those of you in the audience that are not policemen, we work 12 hour shifts. In my town the shifts start at 7. Night shift is 7pm - 7am, and day shift is 7am - 7pm. Mark and I work night shift. Since Mark is my partner, I spend a majority of my time on shift with him. We've been together for quite a few years, so we know each other pretty well.

I feel like I've been adrift these past two weeks. I don't really know how to explain it, but my work is my life. Without it, I don't know what I would do. Most days over the past few weeks I would lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I would do if they canned me.

I was kidnapped when I was 9 years old. This guy I didn't know pulled up beside me as I was walking down the sidewalk on my way home from school. He asked me if I wanted to take a ride with him. I said no, because I had been told not to go places with strangers. When I said that, he told me that my mother had sent him because she didn't want me to have to walk home. What can I say? I was 9 and gullible. I got in the car.

We went out to watch a movie, and then ate some pizza. At least, I think that's what happened. My memory is kind of fuzzy. To me, it was just any other day. I didn't know anything was wrong. While we were eating pizza, a policeman saw us. Apparently my mother had called the cops when I failed to show up after school, and they had shown a picture of me to the men going out on shift that evening. Officer Fred Wilkinson recognized me and approached the two of us.

He saved me from that pervert before I really knew anything was wrong. When I got home that night, my mother was so happy to see me that she didn't even get mad at me for getting in the car with the stranger.

I don't know when it sunk in that I had been in real danger, but when it did I decided that I wanted to do what Officer Wilkinson did. I wanted to help people.

After I got out of high school I enrolled in a police academy. The rest, as they say, is history.

I love what I do. I don't think I'd have it any othe way.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

 

Back in the saddle!

I'm so excited. !!!!

Today I finally had my meeting with the Lieutenant. It was long and it was boring, but the gist of what happened is this:

But I am back on the force, beginning tomorrow night at 7. I can hardly wait!


Sunday, January 16, 2005

 

Oops

I'm still on leave, but over the past few days I've really been missing my job. I've tried not to think about it, but that really isn't helping. How can I not think about it when thinking about it is all I want to do?

Around 2am tonight I decided to go drive through a neighborhood that Mark and I usually check every night as part of our route. I couldn't sleep and figured it wouldn't hurt anything. Everything was going fine until I went through a street a little too fast. I got pulled over by my very own partner.

I didn't get a ticket or anything; one of the perks of being an officer. The downside to it is that Mark thought it was hilarious that I was checking on things while I've been placed on leave, so he is probably going to let everyone at the station know about it.

This is great. Just great.

This is one of those times that I wish my kids didn't have the address to this blog. Otherwise I'd use some choice words and let you know how I really feel. ;0)

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

 

Time

I've been making some real progress on my novel over the past few days. Being placed on leave tends to free up all sorts of time.

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