Black on Blue Appreciation

Sunday afternoon, as I was running errands in midtown Manhattan, I walked past a group of six or seven uniformed police officers standing in a circle a block down from the Rockefeller Center on 6th Avenue.  I called out to them thanking them for their service to New York City.  With wide, surprised smiles, they thanked me profusely.  I’ll confess, dear reader, that I felt a catch my throat and not just because I was suffocating under my mandatory COVID mask.  After the months of rioting, looting, heckling, and slander, even Molotov cocktails thrown in police cruisers, seeing these officers’ sincere gratitude for a kind word was humbling.
Despite the constant m ...