In general, I am a law abiding citizen.
I also am willing to admit when I am wrong.
For instance, in the last month I have been pulled over twice by Chicago's finest on my way into work.
It's a little speed trap on Western Avenue set up to entangle generally safe drivers like myself.
(For the record, neither time was it my fault.)
What's nice is that it is the same police officer each morning who pulls me over.
I can't fully read his name on the tickets...but it is something like Officer Tim Winton or Walters.
I must say, he is very kind, thorough, knowledgable and pleasant.
He does a very professional job.
Kudos to him.
He's the kind of guy you want to have breakfast with.
I was really starting to feel connected with him.
In some ways I was hoping to speak with him again and show him some pictures of my wife and kids.
Turns out that this morning, he stopped my colleague Valerie in the little trap where he normally pulls me over.
Initially, I felt a little betrayed.
Why her and not me?
What's the deal?
I thought we were developing something special.
I was a little hurt and angry.
But the more I think about it, I'm happy that he is getting to know more of my friends and coworkers.
It will give us more to talk about and maybe even deepen our friendship.
I am going to give him the make and model of Larry and Robin's car and ask that he look into visiting with them too.
What a great guy.