Today, July 4, 2024, is the Fiftieth Anniversary of my first Fourth of July with the Florham Park Police Department.
I had the choice to be in Florham Park and do something memorable for the Fiftieth Anniversary, but I’ve moved on in the last twenty four years and decided to go to Oklahoma and have a quiet day, removed from the past.
Things were different back then. Honestly, if you asked me where the time went, I would be hard pressed to tell. Many wonderful things have happened in that interval. I certainly am not the person I was then, but it seems like a flash of lightning and here we are, fifty years later. My first day on the department was July 1, a Monday. I don’t recall having a uniform issued to me that day, but I do recall Lt Frank Einloth attempting to educate Bob Hauptman, Bernie Wysocki and me on what it was to be a Florham Park Policeman. Continue reading
The most difficult part of writing is allocating the time to actually sit down and write. Initially, Louise motivated me to take the time. She loved to see me sit down and write a post. She would do dishes, straighten up the RV, read a book, or just go to bed while I wrote. It was the whipped cream and the cherry on the sundae. Now that I spend much of my time traveling alone, at the end of the day, I’m tired. When I do travel with someone or caravan with friends, I like to spend the evening enjoying their company. I tell people that I’ve been too busy having fun to write. It’s true, but as I refine my traveling, I tend to spend the hour or two to other things. I recently replaced the 1990’s TV with a smart TV. I enjoy it after a long day, but it’s a time suck. Not writing is a bad habit I’m determined to shake. I enjoy writing. I’ve been told I’m good at it, and it helps me re-live my travels.
