At 10:50 this morning, I was driving my daughter Nellie (age 10) home from

Huntington High School, where she has a music program, to my house a

half-mile away. I’d left Ollie (age 8) in the house on his own for the 10

minutes this took. At the intersection with Oakwood Avenue the light was

green, but a Suffolk County police patrol car was stopped in the

intersection. Just in it–not blocking my path. Another cop on a

motorcycles was in front of the patrol car. I stopped; then, my light still

green, crawled over the intersection, passing in front of the motorcycle

cop. He exploded. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? GET BACK THERE! GET

BACK AND WAIT TILL THIS PARADE HAS PASSED! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IS

GOING ON HERE? GET BACK! GET BACK AND PULL OVER THERE! _THERE_! I had a

wellnigh uncontrollable impulse to get out of the car and punch this

ill-mannered moron on the nose. However, (a) my daughter was in the car,

(b) my son was home alone, and (c) I had a contractor coming to the house at

11:00 for an estimate. I kept right on driving (the cop screaming at me

from behind) and went home. I am still seething, though. Is that what they

teach these guys–these “public servants,” PAID OUT OF MY EXORBITANT TAXES

(Suffolk police recently got a huge new wage & pension deal)–at Police

Academy? Whoever that arrogant, cretinous jerk was, I should like to say

something to him. Unfortunately, I cannot say it on a family website. It

concerns him and his flashlight. If he’d like to hear it face to face, he

can find my address in the Huntington phone book.