Kitty Felde

I Carry a Badge

It’s National Police Week.

That means Washington DC is full of (mostly) men in blue. And tan. And tee shirts. And even kilts. There are cops on motorcycles, cops in bars, even half a dozen cops from Folsom who insist on escorting you to the metro. And one fellow who keeps playing the bagpipes.

They’re here to honor fellow officers who were killed in action this past year.

And they came to find the Irish bar down the street.

The city never felt safer.

To welcome them, the Metropolitan Police (as the DC police call themselves) put on a bit of a show. Dozens of cars, all with their red, white and blue lights flashing, rushed down F Street and pulled up in front of the National Portrait Gallery. They blocked off the street and fell into important looking formations. Officers from other departments were curious, but apparently there’s a protocol. You don’t approach a fellow officer and simply ask, “what’s going on?” You can, however, ask about their police technique. Which, apparently, is quite different depending on what part of the country you’re policing. In the end, the incident came to naught, the MPD drove off, lights a flashing, into the sunset.

Just the facts, Ma’am.

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• May 14, 2009 7:49 PM by Kitty Felde
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