
Spring Break may be peaking and I think I'm glad if that's the case because I've had enough of the excitement for a while, perhaps for a whole year. At first it was fun having lots of overlapping calls in dispatch forcing me to figure out on the fly who to send where, but night after night of drunken orgies on the street gets old. I can't imagine what it's like to be an officer coping with the crowds on Lower Duval at two in the morning. So I decided to go out and get a refresher on the agony of community policing:

"What are you doing here?" was the question the officers directed at me as a I slunk down the sidewalks squeezing my camera as I went. "Lunch break" I pleaded the fifth.

"Learning to feel your pain," was my reply, as I remembered not to walk in the street. The Lieutenant had been adamant on the radio about the need to keep people out of the street- where taxis and scooters roam . It was a good experience for me to get out of the quiet serenity of the dispatch center, but I'm allergic to crowds.

Duval Street smelled like a brewery, filled with banshees squealing and yakking and managing somehow to carry on conversations,or if not conversations, the appearance of same:

Photography on Duval in that light was a bit of a challenge especially as all the targets were moving around frenetically, but I have never been a fan of the harsh light of a flash which makes everyone look like moles caught on a croquet lawn.

Night shift in dispatch at least has been quiet this winter and Spring break has made a lively change. But being out on the streets makes me glad it was just my lunch break and I could flee when my hour was up:

Officer Randy Smith was helping check id's at the entrance to Fogarty's:

The bucket drummer (he has a permit from the city to play upturned plastic buckets on Duval Street) was entertaining some lithe young women with a sense of rhythm:

And someone who is usually reliable, I can't remember quite who, told me this young woman won the bull riding contest at Cowboy Bills:

I seem to recall being slightly surprised she hadn't knocked herself out as she was a prosperous young thing. somehow by morning public works crews will be out mopping up the debris and rendering Duval Street fit once again for shopping to take place in the daylight hours:

I strolled past the Bull and it's hot dog stand unscathed,

But on my way back to the Bonneville at the end of Rose Lane I snagged the other hot dog cart at the other side of the intersection and I talked for a while with the vendor.

He told me sales are down by a fifth but he was happy with the Spring Break crowds. I guess we all should be, but boy they are tiring!
6 comments:
Conch:
I was sipping a colada the other day, contemplating life as I stared at the cherry sitting atop the frozen concoction languishing in its own blood and perhaps contemplating its own sanguinity, and it dawned on me just how hapy I was to no longer be engaged in the type of police work that Ofc. Smith is depicted doing above. It certainly does get old quick!
Nubile bull riding specimens aside, dealing with a 21 year old's drama at about 0300 gets realy old REALLY quick! I have always been impressed with the general demeanor of KWPD's finest. The patience I have seen them exhibit countless times is commendable to say the least! I still get out on the road from time to time just to stay fresh, however, Duval St. at about 0200-0300 is another world altogether... On my list of "shit to do before I die" somewhere under "spend a season on an Alaskan crab boat", is to ride along on a mid shift w/ KWPD... Not sure I could stomach either (Not without a law suit levied against the Conch Republic anyway), but would be fun trying.
Keep up your hard work...it will all be over soon!
I can only hope that you had the good sense to order a sausage with peppers and onions while cruising lower Duval.
Anyone can stop by the police station and ask to do a ride along. Bring your id and make sure you don't have a warrant out for your arrest and the shift supervisor will send you out with whichever cop is on his shit list. And no I had a hot dog, plain. I am still thinking about how to do the Duval Street food essay, but my wife won't go out of town long enough. Thanks for busting me.
I think I saw something about Spring Break on Duval Street on one of those Court TV channels. Seriously. Glad we're not a destination for revelers.
Dear Sir:
You can tell a lot about a person by how they eat a hot dog. You ordered one plain? I'm surprised your wife isn't away on business 6 times a month. :)
Fondest regards,
Jack
Twisted Roads
I heard an interview on the NPR show "The Story" with a students who worked weekend nights for tips as a sports bar bathroom attendant making around $200 each night for five hours work. Helping progressively drunken men wash their hands. It sounded like hell on earth to me. He loved his job, I didn't, which is why I dispatch and don't want to walk around Duval Street with a gun and mace and hand cuffs. I would shoot too many idiots.KWPD officewrs have more patience than most residents can imagine.
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