I'm doing something very different today and i don't often write in a serious manner, but this was something that i couldn't leave unmentioned.
On January 12th, Sgt. Ryan Russell of the Toronto police force, husband of Christine and father of Nolan, 2, was trying to stop some dirtbag in a stolen snow plough when said dirtbag ran him over and killed him. (He was the first Toronto police officer to have been slain in the line of duty since, i believe, 2002.)
Yesterday, 13,000 people attended his funeral service at the Toronto Convention Centre -- both civilians and police officers from all over North America.
I'm not quite sure why i'm feeling so much sadness over this; it is many years since i lived in Toronto. Maybe it's more of a respect for the Toronto police in general -- ordinary heroes.
Someone, i forget who, once remarked that one thing that Toronto policemen have in common is their size -- a big and tough buncha dudes for sure (they have to be). But i never had any problems in my (rare) dealings with them -- i treated them with respect (as i would anyone), and they reciprocated.