Friday, December 30, 2011

In A Small Southern MN Town

Where, as Garrison Keillor would say, the town's roads are even and paved, the people are generous and kind; everyone knows everyone, and all are welcome.

My family is from this small town.  My grandparents lived there most of their life, my grandfather the fire chief.  When my own parents retired, him from Motorola (the former Fortune 100 company that it was) and my mom from Jeno's, they built their home in Lake City.  For 20 years, they've lived there, been loved by the people, and loved them right back.

In their small town of festivals and ice floats and water ski days, the worst that happens is someone runs a red light, or younger kids are caught drinking.  Idyllic in some ways, children are allowed to be kids until old enough to move out and onto the neighboring big cities of Rochester and Minneapolis/St. Paul, adults are allowed to play on the lake during the summer, and snowmobile during the winters (when we have snow).

About 10 days ago, a lot changed in that small town.

"Officer down" shrieked the call.  Domestic situation. 

Ten days ago the officer was flown by the same life flight my dad took last year at this time.  The hope was that the outcome would be similar.

Tonight, an officer lost his life.

In today's society where many do not honor those who protect us from harm, where those who do so go unnoticed and unnamed, I'd ask you say a quiet and heartfelt thank you.

Tonight, Lake City, Minnesota mourns and I bow my head in silent sorrow.

Officer Down

3 comments:

Zazzy Episodes said...

I'm sorry to hear that. My father is a retired firefighter from Minneapolis and he knows the feeling of under appreciation for those who protect and serve. It's a shame that times have changed and people such as police officers are taken for granted.

A Doc 2 Be said...

My dad was a police officer in Rochester quitting when I turned 2. He always told my mom, the scariest calls were the domestic situations.

That was in 1962.

Times have changed. People have changed.

That small town grieves. And we all grieve with it.

Speculative Speculum said...

That is very sad. I grew up in Minnesota and thought that it was the friendliest places on the planet.