Cold Case In Ellyson

The director of the police academy I attended was one tough hombre. He really did scare me, probably because I was so out of my element there, but he was a make you or break you kind of man. Super smart, too. Witty with a deadpan delivery. I have already told you that I love to read the classics, but occasionally I’ll get my hands on something more contemporary. Back then, I read A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. This may be the only book I ever read where I laughed out loud at times. And the beauty of the book is it’s not a funny book. It’s Irving and his story-telling prowess. Something told me the police academy director might just like that book.

One day I got up the nerve to bring it into class. It was a thick, hard bound book. I walked up to his desk and said, “I think you might enjoy this.” He took it from me with neither a thank you nor a smile. Weeks later, with a hint of a twinkle in his eye, he said he read it. He realized I pegged him as something more than one tough hombre. Oh, and he still has my book.