More Cop Stuff 2

ROCK CONCERT:
Back to SJSU this time for a rock concert. This was a time when the big names were spelled in little letters, and noise was music. SJSU still had no police department, and this was to be a pay job. We were in uniform and SJSU foot the bill. We were to keep the peace and act in any criminal event. I hate to admit there were those among us with no taste that chose to be in the stadium with the other common sewers.
I, on the other hand, was senior enough to picked the parking lot. The noise was audible but livable. I saw some people near a car and moved closer to check them out. There were six late teens’ early 20’s and when they saw me they turned to face me. One, maybe the leader said, “what do you want pig?” Me and six of them. hay had no weapons visible. They had no class and it was Just me. Then I heard, “Tony do they need to talk to old Cal?” It was Cal Thomas; God rest his soul. I was never so happy to hear anyone as I was that day. Remember the song about a steel driving man – Cal was that man. He retired from the army with what i was told rank the rank of Sargent Major of the Army. He was still young enough to join the reserves, and we took him. He was 6-4 and all musical. When they saw him, they ran in nine different directions. I turned and said, “not now.”
Cal passed away a few years later from complications of diabetes. He was feeling poorly for days and finally went to the VA to be checked. They prodded probed and scanned then sent home to wait for the result. He reached his house and exited the car only to drop dead in his driveway. I was told his blood was solid sugar. I was asked to speak at his memorial. My address was about 10 minutes long and ended with, “I was Cals leader but he was my teacher and will be greatly missed.”