The Joker:

Serving an arrest warrant is one of the most dangerous things an officer of the Law can do. Suspects, perpetrators, criminals, or anybody else, does not appreciate going to jail. It is a tense situation.

Generally, a decision is made based on the crime experience of the one being served. A non-violent felony offender with a short history is not usually considered dangerous and therefore one man or even a constable is given the task of making the arrest. When, the offender is considered “armed and dangerous” several Law enforcement officers form a team to do it. Problems come when the department does not have the resources and manpower at the time to accomplish the task. Sometimes, one has to just do it.

6/24/2019 around 8 in the morning. The day shift has begun and the boys are out on patrol. Although it’s Wednesday, it’s busy. The phone is ringing off the hook.

Dispatcher: “Tom, the state is on the phone about serving a warrant”.
Chief Busic answers the phone: “Yeah, uh huh, ok, alright. Bye”.
Dispatcher: “Who and how many do you want me to send”?
Chief Busic: “I’ll do it”.
Dispatcher: “YOU’LL DO IT”? “THIS ONE IS BAD”!!!
Chief Busic: “I see you’ve not stopped listening in on calls”.
Dispatcher: “Now Tom…”
Chief Busic: “Put on another pot of coffee will ya, that stuff is nasty”.
Dispatcher: “Tom, I think you should……………..”
BOOM !!! Chief Busic Let The Door Slam.

Walking across the oil and anti-freeze leaks in the parking lot, Chief Tom Busic got into what looks like a police cruiser but is really an old mechanical nightmare whose time of service to the City should have passed long ago and headed out to Highway 441, also known as “The Beltline”. Making the sharp turn at the old “Granny’s Grocery/Jenkins Grocery/Joe Archer’s Store” The Chief would soon be at the destination.

19 years as a Police Officer has taught the Chief one thing: “Never let down your guard”. Many a good officer met their demise from “Laxin” as they call it. The sleepless nights, stressful days, the inability to relax on vacation, the constant view of misery and destruction caused by drugs and criminal activity wear on a man. It gets into your soul like a cold draft that you can’t get out of an old house. It affects you and all those around you. You can’t just be a police officer by yourself, your family has to go along also.

Parking the cruiser predominantly in the front yard always signals the occupants that something is up. In the case of criminals, they always know what that something is. Chief Busic walks up on the porch and raps on the door. Mr. Robert C. Smith of Emmalena Kentucky answers the knock. Up until August 20th of last year, Mr. Smith was a “State Inmate”. We do not know for what he was serving time. Some words are exchanged and Mr. Smith is escorted down to Pineville and placed in the Bell County Detention Center where he currently resides charged with a parole violation with no bonds listed.

After the booking, Chief Busic returned to the station. Getting a cup of coffee he turned to go into his office. The dispatcher was furiously trying to handle all the calls that were coming in. The coffee was the same stale pot that was there when the Chief left. As the dispatcher was saying: “Yes maam, we’ll get someone out there ASAP, just hold on” he was reaching for his half eaten donut. When he couldn’t find it, he turned. Chief Busic had a bit of chocolate icing on his shirt.

Thank You Chief Busic. We are all glad you are safe.

Go Team Middlesboro!!!


Dispatcher after the donut was gone: “F%$$&*, ah no maam, I was asking about the truck”.

Lady: “What Truck”?

Dispatcher: “The Stolen Truck”.

Lady: “It’s the lawn mower they stole”

Dispatcher: “Oh yes, of course”.