COLUMBIANA POLICE ROSTER

 

                                                                   

Supervision

Sgt. Richard Barnes
Sgt. Jim Ewing
Sgt. Chris Dailey

Patrol

Ptl. John Jay
Ptl. Wayne Wickline
Ptl. Kevin Kloss
Ptl. David Patton
Ptl. Tab Bailey
Ptl. Wade Boley
Ptl. Ryan Pike
Ptl. Mark Edwards
Ptl. William Myers
Ptl. Marvin Grace
Ptl. Chris Bader
Ptl. Chris Albert

Dispatchers

Maria Green
Debbie Zembower
Deborah Hough
Chris Bader
Rick Whitfield
Sean Kapp
Chris Albert
Tony Pirone
Mary Burt
Janice Sweeney

 

 

      

 

 
                                            


                 
 
                           St. Michael, Archangel of Police

                                             

 

 

 

 

 

 





 


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            WHEN GOD MADE PEACE OFFICERS

When the Lord was creating Peace Officers. He was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel
appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one" The Lord said. "Have you
read the spec on this order?  A Peace Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the
dark, scale walls, enter houses the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform.
They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that
night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.  They have to be
in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half-eaten meals.  And they have 
to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head and said. "Six pairs of hands, no way."

It's not the hands that are causing me problems, "said the Lord. " It's the three pairs of eyes an
officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?"  asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask. "May I see what's in there sir?" when they already know and wish that they'd taken that accounting job.  Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety, and another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, "You'll be all right ma'am," when they know it isn't so.

"Lord." Said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't" said the Lord. "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Peace Officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned Judges to debate the legality of the stop, and still keeps its sense of humor.  This Officer also has phenomenal personal control.  They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Peace Officer.  "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model,"

"That's not a leak." Said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?"  asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades , for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American Flag,  for justice."

"You're a genius." Said the angel.

The Lord looked somber.  "I didn't put it there."  He said.

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