As day turned into night, the fluorescent words jumped off the computer screen while their fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. The radio was as busy as the activity on the streets. Some people love to hate them, but most welcome their presence. I am speaking of our men and women in blue, the Minneapolis police.

I have always felt that I was very sharp in observation and multi-tasking, but on this ride my skills where put to shame. Calls coming in one right after another– bike stolen, burglary in progress, shots fired, domestic argument, males with guns, male with box cutter, drugs being sold, possible DOA — the calls go on, and on. In a moment’s notice the scenarios change from minor to major.