Driving back to Pennsylvania from college this past Thanksgiving, at my usual speed of 100 M.P.H., give or take 10, I was jamming to my tunes with the windows down. I had to make it home by dinner-time; mom was making her famous Sheppard’s Pie. I was on Interstate 95 South driving through New York State, making “great time.” There were not too many “assholes” on the road; therefore I was able to weave in-and-out of traffic easily. Excited because I made it out of Providence and Connecticut just before rush-hour started, I decided to call my mom and tell her I would be h

This interaction with this “man” really changed my point of view about law enforcement. Prior to this, I thought all troopers were just “ticket writing machines.” I guess I never realized that; yes, troopers are human too. I always had a desire to become a State Trooper, I just didn’t want to become someone no-one likes. This stereotypical idea of a trooper is just that, a stereotype. Possibly one day, after receiving my degree, I may go into law enforcement.

After putting my window down, the officer asks me, “Boy, do you know why I stopped you?” I replied with a question, “Did I do something wrong?” My Uncle is a Pennsylvania State Trooper, he told me never admit guilt, at least not to a trooper. He also said, “Never lie to a trooper either.” The NY State Trooper asked me for my license, registration and proof of insurance. I furnished all of the necessary documents, and he told me I was “clocked” at 102 M.P.H. in a 65 M.P.H. zone. Thinking of something fast to say, I came up with, “Sir, I am going home from college. My mom is making me dinner, sh

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