October 31st, a day or a I should say an evening of frolic as young Americans and their perspective parents, bigger siblings, often armed with squirt guns, and appointed grandparents escort them through our country's neighborhoods, (that itself alone has become a more frightening factor with each passing year0, to celebrate Halloween. This event has passed on to some Europeans countries and even the British, and I've heard our down under Australians friends have become involved in this night of terror, scary things and munching candy. But now, our holiday of sorts has reached our sometimes friends in Russia, where tonight, (or was it last night, the whole date and time change leaves me in a stupor), young Russian youths are out laying seige upon their neighborhoods, dressed up as medieval princes and princesses, knights of old and long ago Russian heroes. Now there may be a ghoul, a ghost, a Putin or two, possibly a zombie figure from Washington D.C., but this whole thing is new for them and may take some time in being accepted in a socialist...Oh, I mean a Russian-style democracy state. This is possibly an example of how we should leave world harmony, let to the children between 6 and 10 years old be appointed to the United Nations to govern the world, with adult guidance of course, so they know the ICBMs are not NERF toys. Children, raised in healthy and loving environments, haven't been bitten by the corruption bug, the desire for greed, as with the Asian official who was just caught with $200 million dollars worth of Chinese yuan in his home. He was saving for one of those proverbial rainy day and needed to buy another country in a drier climate. Now China can purchase a new submarine, minus the weapon's package. Those cost extra; chrome fins on the cruise missiles...Oh, I could have fun with this one. But back to the children. This is a night of laughter, shrieking and stomach aches and thankfully, tomorrow is not a school day here in the United States.
But, there is always, those out there that have to take it one step further and spoil it for the others. Back in my day on patrol, we often called these offenders; punks, jerks, idiots and 57 other names that all came back to juvenile delinquent. They usually started their crime spree at 15 years as an average and the smart ones saw the light before they turned 18. After that, they became adult offenders and got to play grown-up games in a nasty world.
Still, in Seward, Alaska, where I was on the Seward Police Department, working night shift, we had some teenagers with incredible imaginations, who also had parents with money. Or, they were friends of the teens that were connected. Now, I may have told part of this tale some time ago, but I've added a few people on who might be interested to learn how young, enthusiastic Alaskans can really get themselves involved in the holiday spirit...especially when one of the teen's parents own a very good sized egg farm.
I don't refer to this as a chicken farm, because the eggs were the main stock and trade and believe me, they produced a lot of eggs at this far. There was enough eggs that the owner's son, put aside a full pallet load of eggs just for Halloween night and had been saving them for sometime, so you can just imagine the stench of these eggs when they broke.
As I learned through the night there were several groups involved in this egg war and the City of Seward became the battleground. The egg farm was actually outside the city limits, but the teens felt it more of a challenge to have their war downtown. Each car was loaded down with cartons of eggs, often with 4-5 male teens per car and they even had infantry spread about the business district, their pockets filled with eggs, a sneer to their face and eyes radiating with the desire to "kill" the opposing side. We only had two patrols on duty for this special night and it was our job to protect the innocent and I'd say we did a pretty good job, only losing one goody bag to a curve ball meant to take out a bicycle. The offender was quickly apprehended and found to be in possession of three eggs to each pocket. Now some will say I was mean, but by this time, every single window in the downtown business district, all single story businesses, was plastered with rotten egg yolk and dozens of cars were dripping in yolk slime. Even my patrol car had taken hits from infantry troops coming out of hiding and then running for cover. But this one teen and his accomplice I was able to catch. I decided I needed to ensure the items he had in his pockets, were in fact egg ammo, so I gently used my nightstick and tapped each one. Yup, they were eggs and my young teen really didn't enjoy the feeling of this vile substance running down his legs. His accomplice quickly withdrew the two eggs he had left and held them in his hand. I directed him to a nearby trash can, where he dropped them and then he actually thanked me for not breaking them in his hands. Now rather than put these foul smelling two, ( yes, they'd taken hits from enemy combatants), into my patrol car, I had dispatch notify their parents to come to my location and provided a time limit of 10-minutes or their kids would spend the night in the hoosegow for criminal mischief. You can imagine how the parents felt when they arrived, especially after driving through town and seeing the evidence of warfare. Later, I pulled one car over, loaded with five juveniles, for swerving in the roadway. The driver was having trouble seeing because his face was covered in yolk. This young man, driving his folks almost new car, was literally covered in yolk and I could smell him and the other, also all covered, from 25 feet away. These were some really rotten eggs. The interior of the car was blanketed with projectiles. I glanced over the exterior and not an inch was left exposed, everything was yolk. I advised the youth, who is now a respected adult in the community, to get the vehicle under a water hose as soon as possible to wash the vehicle down before the paint was damaged. As far as the interior, he'd have to own up to his participation in the Seward Egg War of 1985. No, I won't repeat what some of the business owners wanted done to the teens, many of them forgot they were once teens themselves. We often do that and my wife is always reminding me of the little troublemaker I used to be as a teenager. She happened to learn too much about me during my mother's 22-year stay with us.
I only hope, the kids in Russia have a good time and see Halloween simply as a night of fun. Far too many things have been done and said to place such a darkness upon this night. I believe every day and every night belongs to God Almighty. There is a thought in this world, where Lucifer or Satan, which ever you prefer to use, has a power over the Lord, but they tend to forget, God created this creature to carry out a function. There is nothing or no one more powerful than our Father. To believe otherwise, in my opinion of course, is to be like that young teen who stood there before me with 6 eggs in his pocket and thought I'd just let him walk away.
God Bless. BILL
But, there is always, those out there that have to take it one step further and spoil it for the others. Back in my day on patrol, we often called these offenders; punks, jerks, idiots and 57 other names that all came back to juvenile delinquent. They usually started their crime spree at 15 years as an average and the smart ones saw the light before they turned 18. After that, they became adult offenders and got to play grown-up games in a nasty world.
Still, in Seward, Alaska, where I was on the Seward Police Department, working night shift, we had some teenagers with incredible imaginations, who also had parents with money. Or, they were friends of the teens that were connected. Now, I may have told part of this tale some time ago, but I've added a few people on who might be interested to learn how young, enthusiastic Alaskans can really get themselves involved in the holiday spirit...especially when one of the teen's parents own a very good sized egg farm.
I don't refer to this as a chicken farm, because the eggs were the main stock and trade and believe me, they produced a lot of eggs at this far. There was enough eggs that the owner's son, put aside a full pallet load of eggs just for Halloween night and had been saving them for sometime, so you can just imagine the stench of these eggs when they broke.
As I learned through the night there were several groups involved in this egg war and the City of Seward became the battleground. The egg farm was actually outside the city limits, but the teens felt it more of a challenge to have their war downtown. Each car was loaded down with cartons of eggs, often with 4-5 male teens per car and they even had infantry spread about the business district, their pockets filled with eggs, a sneer to their face and eyes radiating with the desire to "kill" the opposing side. We only had two patrols on duty for this special night and it was our job to protect the innocent and I'd say we did a pretty good job, only losing one goody bag to a curve ball meant to take out a bicycle. The offender was quickly apprehended and found to be in possession of three eggs to each pocket. Now some will say I was mean, but by this time, every single window in the downtown business district, all single story businesses, was plastered with rotten egg yolk and dozens of cars were dripping in yolk slime. Even my patrol car had taken hits from infantry troops coming out of hiding and then running for cover. But this one teen and his accomplice I was able to catch. I decided I needed to ensure the items he had in his pockets, were in fact egg ammo, so I gently used my nightstick and tapped each one. Yup, they were eggs and my young teen really didn't enjoy the feeling of this vile substance running down his legs. His accomplice quickly withdrew the two eggs he had left and held them in his hand. I directed him to a nearby trash can, where he dropped them and then he actually thanked me for not breaking them in his hands. Now rather than put these foul smelling two, ( yes, they'd taken hits from enemy combatants), into my patrol car, I had dispatch notify their parents to come to my location and provided a time limit of 10-minutes or their kids would spend the night in the hoosegow for criminal mischief. You can imagine how the parents felt when they arrived, especially after driving through town and seeing the evidence of warfare. Later, I pulled one car over, loaded with five juveniles, for swerving in the roadway. The driver was having trouble seeing because his face was covered in yolk. This young man, driving his folks almost new car, was literally covered in yolk and I could smell him and the other, also all covered, from 25 feet away. These were some really rotten eggs. The interior of the car was blanketed with projectiles. I glanced over the exterior and not an inch was left exposed, everything was yolk. I advised the youth, who is now a respected adult in the community, to get the vehicle under a water hose as soon as possible to wash the vehicle down before the paint was damaged. As far as the interior, he'd have to own up to his participation in the Seward Egg War of 1985. No, I won't repeat what some of the business owners wanted done to the teens, many of them forgot they were once teens themselves. We often do that and my wife is always reminding me of the little troublemaker I used to be as a teenager. She happened to learn too much about me during my mother's 22-year stay with us.
I only hope, the kids in Russia have a good time and see Halloween simply as a night of fun. Far too many things have been done and said to place such a darkness upon this night. I believe every day and every night belongs to God Almighty. There is a thought in this world, where Lucifer or Satan, which ever you prefer to use, has a power over the Lord, but they tend to forget, God created this creature to carry out a function. There is nothing or no one more powerful than our Father. To believe otherwise, in my opinion of course, is to be like that young teen who stood there before me with 6 eggs in his pocket and thought I'd just let him walk away.
God Bless. BILL
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