As I write this I’ve finished my 5th Crim 10 mile road race. I’ve done 5 in a row and the last 4 with my beautiful wife Amy. She is a great companion in this regard and I’ve always enjoyed doing the races and the training with her.

I thought I would try to describe what it feels like in this race. My wife and I usually walk, so we get an opportunity to see a lot of the sites and people. Along the course there are lots of people in bands playing music, folks giving us high fives and the crowds are just great. You can even get a beer at Cashew Point. The best way I can describe it is that it feels like we are walking through a giant hug. The love, gratitude and respect shown the race participants from the spectators is infectious. They are so giving with encouragement and the occasional laugh or two. You can feel their energy every step of the way and they truly make the race one of the highlights to my year, every year.

Sometimes, I think of leaving Michigan. Tired of the squalor, violence, joblessness…the list can go on and on. But there are a few things I enjoy here in Michigan that forces me to ask myself; would I really want to leave this. The Crim Festival of Races is one of those things. In the future I will expound on other things here that leave me with the same feeling. For now lets all bask in the glow of the moment. The Crim went well and Flint, my hometown, did us proud.

Until next time,

Jeffrey Washington

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You may have heard this story about the 8 year old Jewish Brooklyn boy that was returning home from his summer camp and was accosted and mutilated by a man chopped up and left for dead. The story is almost so horrendous there aren’t words to explain it.

How can I even say what the parents could have done differently and how it might have saved this boys life. The pain of it all is so visceral.

I’m so glad he was caught. Caught by some of our protectors…my brothers and sisters in law enforcement as well as the community at large that lent their assistance.

I don’t have any unique words of wisdom of how to protect yourselves from a wolf in sheep’s clothing like this alleged suspect. If he did what he is accused of he is the worst type of person imaginable.

This reminds me of a video that I made a favorite a long time ago on my YouTube channel (Click on the YouTube Join Us button on the left):

It speaks of what we are up against and how we must stay ever vigilant and watch out for each other.

How has this affected you? Has this story made you change things in your life?

Please comment below and let us know your feelings.

Take care and continue to watch after each other.


Jeffrey Washington





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Back in April of this year (2011) a co-worker and fellow police officer came to court. He spoke to me and sat down next to me  to wait for his court case to be called.

After we exchanged a few jokes back and forth, a woman came out of the court room. She saw this officer and asked the detective she was with, “Is that my officer?” The detective confirmed that it was. She then walked over to this officer with tears rolling down from her eyes and gave him the biggest hug. At the time I didn’t know all the details, but I thought it was very sweet how she referred to him as “My Officer.” I also could tell by the way she teared up that whatever he did for her meant a great deal.

After she walked back into the court room, I asked him what happened.

He said that he and his partner, received a call about a B&E (Burglary). Once they arrived at the house they could see signs of forced entry. As they went around to the back of the house they saw a young boy, who pointed them to the back of the house. When they arrived there, they could hear what sounded like someone being beat up inside.

This officer said they entered quietly and found a subject, brutally beating a woman. The officer said he took out his duty weapon and ordered the subject to stop, which he immediately did. This woman that I spoke of earlier, had apparently been beaten so badly, she had blood coming from her eyes. By now she had obviously healed up well; months later.

As of this writing I’ve known of this officer for over 15 years or so. I have always found him to be a dedicated officer as well as former soldier in the U.S. Army.

This is just one example of an officer being a sheepdog and protecting someone when they’re at their greatest need. Just think if those officers came 30 minutes later. That woman possibly wouldn’t be here today to give that officer that great big hug of gratitude. I’m glad she made it and is here to tell her story. I wish her the best and I always wish the best to my colleague. On this occasion he displayed the best of what a police officer can do to guard those we are sworn to protect.




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Kindle, Wi-Fi, Graphite, 6″ Display with New E Ink Pearl Technology

Recently while I was working, I had some property stolen from me.

I usually bring a book or two and my family Amazon Kindle to read if it gets real slow. Usually I keep these items in my pack. I’ve learned over many years in the law enforcement profession that although it can be fast-paced at times, there are also times when watching paint dry would be faster. I started bringing along a book long ago before the advent of cell phones and the ability to call, text or game at a moments notice.

This day happened to be a slow morning and I took out the Kindle to read a bit. I must have left it on my work station. Stupid move #1. When I came back from lunch, I couldn’t find it in my pack. I looked around everywhere…nothing. Bummed is an understatement. I felt like an idiot.

I went to speak with a guy who is the security and fraud manager for the building. I’ve heard from others that he is in charge of monitoring the cameras that are placed around the building. I tell him of my dilemma and ask if he could check the cameras between 11:30am and 1:30pm. He was very kind and said he would do just that and get back with me if he locates anything.

The next day I get to work early and decide to go down and sweep and mop my area and prepare for the influx of people that will be coming through. As soon as I did, he comes out of his office and tells me he knows who took my Kindle. I can feel my stomach drop as I’m hoping it isn’t an employee of the city.

He asks if I would like to come take a look. This worked out well since I’m early anyway. He shows me video, time stamped at 12:53pm, of a guy he believes is contracted through one of the city offices and works for one of the vendors. The video shows the guy walking in the basement where my post is. He walks past my work area in one camera shot and should be seen immediately in another camera shot continuing down the corridor, but he doesn’t. There is a 10 second period of time when he is in a blind spot. After that 10 seconds, he walks in the view of the next camera, putting the Kindle in the back of his pants. He continues down the corridor, walking past a State Trooper, who he turns and glances at as he passes. There is another camera view way down the hallway which shows this guy stopping at my work station, picking up my Kindle, looking it over then putting it in the back of his pants. He even steps over a barricade to get to it.

The video is excellent and shows a couple of very clear pictures of his face. I could tell what he was wearing and a general age and build as well.

Now I know this is partially my fault. I shouldn’t have taken such an expensive piece of equipment to work. Forgetting to put it away was my fault; but damn, he knew it wasn’t his no matter how stupid I was.

Later on this morning the Security manager, gave me a copy of the videos and told me he found out what local vendor this guy works for. I told what happened to one of my colleagues, “M”,  and ask her opinion of what I should do next. Once she heard where he worked, she suggested that I should go there. Actually she offered to go there with me during the lunch hour to have a little “chat” with this gentleman. This sounds like an excellent idea to me and we make plans to do just that.

At lunch time we go to his place of business and ask around. We find a very helpful worker there. I show her the picture and ask her if she recognizes the guy. She said she did and said he has been working there for a few weeks and is out on a delivery but will be back in about an hour. She even gives us his full name and address. At this point we don’t really give out much information about what we want. We just say we would like to talk to him. Now I know if two uniformed police officers showed up at most any job and ask for someone, the word gets around pretty quickly that something isn’t normal.

I then dropped off “M” as she has other duties to get back to. I still had a little time, so I went back to this guys workplace and just hung out in the lobby. I parked by cruiser near the back of the lot so it wouldn’t be immediately visible to anyone pulling in.

Around 12:50pm, a van pulls in. The same lady that helped us earlier comes running across the parking lot, out of breath and tells me that he has returned and she can take me to him. We go outside and he comes out. He looks all unaware as I thought he would. I ask him if he can come to the side and talk with me privately. Remember I’m trying to help this guy out. I could have just went into his work place and started telling what happened and cracked out the popcorn and candy and we could have watched the surveillance video, but I didn’t.

Once we are alone, I ask him if he made a delivery on the previous day at city hall. I confirm with him what time he was there. I’m expecting the whole bullshit about it wasn’t him and he wasn’t there and all of that, so I go right into it.

“This is what I know. While you were walking in the basement of City Hall, you walked past my work post and saw something on top of it. You climbed over the barricade and grabbed my Amazon Kindle, shoved it down the back of your pants and continued down the corridor, passing a State Trooper. I want my property back.” As I’m saying this, he is very quiet and his head is hanging lower and lower. “I don’t know how you have to work it out with your afternoon deliveries, but I want my property back. I will be at my post all afternoon and I expect to see it returned. If I don’t have it returned, then I will be forced to file a formal complaint, which means eventually your employer here and the Temp service that sent you will find out and that will probably put you out of work.” To my surprise he admits it and says he doesn’t have an excuse. He just wants to ask one question.
“If I return it this afternoon, what happens afterward.” My response to him is, “If my Kindle is returned to me in the same condition it was in when you took it, we are done. Nothing else will happen on my end.”

I could see his face brighten up. He said he would bring it this afternoon and thanked me for giving him the opportunity to return it. Now I’m not the most giving type of person and I tell him I understand times are tough, but I still want my property back. Realistically, I just want to tell my wife the story with a positive ending and not have to spend the money to replace it. He reaches out to shake my hand, which I reciprocate and we part ways.

I figured I would be at my post for another three hours or so and I told him that. Wouldn’t you know, they finished about 3:15pm and I haven’t seen the guy yet. I even walk back past my post a couple more times, just in case he was walking in the basement again. Nothing.

I head to our report room and pull a complaint number so I can get started on the formal complaint. Just then “M” calls me and says they have the Kindle. Apparently the same guy pulls in front of city hall and drops off some woman to bring the Kindle. I speculate he is afraid I will arrest him, even though I gave him my word.

My co-workers/friends, “M” and “A”, speak to this woman and tell her that they  know what she is there for and they take the Kindle and say they will deliver it to me. I appreciate them being my “Road Dogs”, willing to jump in the fray and help me in my moment of need. I didn’t even have to ask…they volunteered.

I appreciate the help that the security and fraud manager gave me. This was the Friday before the July 4th Holiday 2011. I know if he would have given me the run around for even a few hours, my Kindle would have been in the wind, never to be seen again. I thank him dearly for his help and I bought him lunch when I got back to work.

Moral of the story: Don’t steal, you don’t know whose property it is and what resources they may have to get it back. Other moral of the story: Don’t forget and leave out your electronic equipment.

Now I can look back and laugh a bit but at the time it truly sucked.

Take Care,





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The title pretty much says it all.

I’ve probably been carrying concealed for about 20 years now and only recently have I asked myself the same question. As you can probably tell from pictures and videos of me, I’m not the smallest of fellas. I’m not the biggest either, but the thought of buying clothing a size or two larger than normal didn’t cross my mind until last year.

A few years back, I began running. Now I’m not talking about any Olympic caliber running, but something akin to the Jeff Galloway style of run/walking programs. I’ve enjoyed and have run several races including the annual Crim 10mile road race (4X) and the Brooksie Way Half Marathon (3X). In doing this I lost a bit of weight and went down a few sizes depending on the garment. I got rid of some of the larger clothing some time ago and was about to get rid of some more when the above question hit me.

For most people this would almost be sacrilegious…buy clothing bigger than I need. Well as a concealed carry practitioner, that is exactly what we should consider.

If you wear an inside the waist type of holster, you will need to have pants/slacks larger to accommodate the weapon and holster that you are carrying. Recently I’ve been using a Raven Concealment systems IWB holster made out of kydex.

If you wear an ankle holster, pencil thin straight legs  and most jeans are out. Boot cuts might be the order of the day.

For the ladies, for fitting clothing may not be the best for you either. I know many ladies carry their firearms in their purses, but that leads to another problem: weapon retention. What if that purse gets taken or removed from your person somehow. No what will you do. I personally believe body carry is the only truly secure option.

Ultimately it is your option. You have to do what is best for you and what works best for you. I do want to admonish you to put some thought to it as you make a choice. Your life may depend on it.


Stay safe my friends



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