Today makes one year since my Dad passed, so I'll share a funny story with y'all....... When I was younger, I was always fascinated by the little blue line produced by an activated taser. Dad gave me one when I was about 10 or 11 to carry..... and I always burned the batteries up by playing with it just staring at that "little blue line". Well, one weekend I was with him at his extra job directing traffic at 610 & Westheimer and I just couldn't resist the temptation any longer. As he was leaned up against the traffic light pole in between cycles, I ever-so-innocently put the taser to his thigh and just let 'er rip. Needless to say, they work well. He screamed and almost fell down, and his partner, Bill Lindsay screamed as well; I couldn't figure out why. As I ran away (as fast as I possibly could while laughing so hard I could barely see) I heard Bill, cussing up a storm. Little did I know, since both of them were leaning up against the same metal pole, Bill felt the effects as well; not as much, but just enough to thoroughly piss him off. From the middle island of Westheimer, as I look up, I realize that the stopped traffic in the eastbound lanes has seen everything, and half the people are horrified, and the other half are doubled over laughing... because some dumb kid has just tased two cops. It was a day I'll never forget. Here's to you Dad.