A Story By Benjamin H Groff© Groff Media Copyright 2024©
In his senior year of high school, he went to work at a neighboring police department thirty miles from where they lived. He worked as a jailer-dispatcher. He had just turned 17 years old, and His dad provided authorization from the school and local city government to go to work. Once he had been hired, there was no stopping his progress. He had listened to the police scanner for years and even volunteered at our local police department as a dispatcher and ambulance driver. He was only 16 then. This, to him, was the big time he was getting paid—the town at a rough character about it. A man had been killed behind the police department in the alley not too long before I went to work there. The killer was still at large.
He excelled in his duties. The chief appreciated his attendance record and punctual arrival to shifts. The assistant chief requested he be the only dispatcher assigned to his shift. He gained a reputation throughout the western state for His broadcasting style and etiquette—application of the police 10-code and professional stature that he applied in the tone of his broadcast. He was known as a no-nonsense type of communications officer. If he gave a call, the information was correct, and the officers could be sure he would stay with them through their response. If they needed help and he lost contact with them, neighboring agencies knew he could pull back up out of the blue. And they respected the ability.
Change is inevitable, and when he graduated high school, a neighboring agency offered me a position that would allow me to broaden his skills. It allowed him to gain telecommunication abilities and work with a county-wide agency, and he still had contact with his old pals at the smaller agency, just less often. The training opportunity exposed him to new experiences, and he was closer to home, but he lacked a feeling of being fulfilled. Something was missing that he couldn’t place my finger on. The period was during the oil boom in Oklahoma, and there was a flurry of activity everywhere. It was not uncommon that he held down employment in other adventures while working for these agencies. One had to. The pay needed to be better for making a serious living. He got offers from colleges and employers the first month after graduating high school. I had planned to work through school, so he planned to keep working at one of my jobs. Plans change. One hundred miles away, a city was beaming on the horizon. They had put a notice out they were hiring a crew of new communication officers and would be building a new administration building to host the center. It appeared intriguing. A visit to their department one morning caused further interest.
When a very experienced face met me at the door and asked how they could help me, He recognized it immediately from a statewide broadcast when he heard the voice. As soon as he spoke, they recognized mine. He explained he had word that they were hiring and that he wanted to spread his wings, move away from home, and get out on his own. The boy was also looking for a larger organization with which to become affiliated. The Captain had an application in the boy’s hand and sat in the chief office within thirty minutes. He accepted an offer within the hour and left town within two hours of arriving, trying to think of how to express my two-week notice to his current employer. Even worse, the boy was working out how he would tell my mom and dad he would be moving out. Not that he had not been gone most of the time with my jobs, but it is the idea that their youngest child was moving out and going on his own.
He went to work the following day. Things changed rapidly in law enforcement, now as they did then. The chief had quit after a heated argument with the mayor over funding, and in his boyish manner, he thought it was as good a time as any to throw his hat in the ring to make a statement. Knowing he already had a job made it much easier, so the boy gave his notice. Now, he just had Mother and Dad to tell. He told my dad first. It wasn’t the worst news Pop had by the mood he was already in, but it may have come close. After he went for a ride on his horse and came back in, he said to wait to tell the boy’s mother for a few days and catch her in a good mood. The kid’s mother reminded him of Eunice, off the Carol Burnett show. Or was it that Eunice reminded him of his mother? She always made him laugh doing the funniest of things.
Today, we briefly describe his first year of official employment in law enforcement and how the boy got started. Each stage is more detailed, and there are many more incidental stories about events that would take place in each department. The writer may tell you the stories in a different order, but as they are related to other incidents, those are coming soon.
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