Jackson Jambalaya

Hmm. Brinkley! Like yesterday, I remember this day. I sat in class the entire time thinking to myself, “It smells like we’re have pizza for lunch.”

Wow! They really had hope that they could turn the sinking ship around.
Was it hope? Was it naïveté? Or was it just delusion?

Look how lean the two officers are in the photo. Compare that with the morbidly obese fat-ass JPD officers of today, who couldn't catch anyone in a foot pursuit other than another fat-ass.

Kinda sad.....I would bet in their heart of hearts when that picture was taken, they were truly convicted to make a positive difference in the lives of youth.......I can't say that their actions today (at least Tillman) show any effort at making a positive difference

better times....simpler times and now out of time.

This is supposed to be a fun post. Not a rehashing of every societal I'll and evil.

I'd normally say we need more of this. Unfortunately kids now a days would have their noses buried in their cells or talking to each other and would pay no attention to the Officer/Detective.

Is it possible to create an atmosphere where kids actually listen and respect teachers and the police again?

Hopefully, it is.

11:36
Not until their parents do.

JPD should initiate this effort again!

@7:59AM
I could be wrong but the majority of criminal apprehensions doesn’t require foot pursuit nor patrol officers. At the same time, someone with your extensive anon commenting skills probably know better than I do.

In working with parents & grandparents in mid city and Georgetown, Mr Charles Tillman is the most revered persons. He changed many lives in the community schools he led and taught in.

When I was 13, we went to the county courthouse one Saturday for a 4H meeting. At the end, they toured us through the jail, upstairs. The deputy showed us the metal elevator where they took folks up and joked about how some of the bad guys would fall into the metal walls of the elevator during their trip to the top floor. They walked us down the hallway past the cells, full of "bad guys" and showed us the "Hot Room" where they put troublemakers. I am 72 years old and still vividly remember that experience. When we got home, I told my brother, "There is no way I would ever do anything to wind up there!"

The memories of that visit worked I guess, because I still walk a straight line and keep my nose clean.