Godspeed You Doctor Officer!

Last month I introduced my new friend Jamie, the first chair euphonium playing gay cop from Georgia, with a doctorate in French literature.

I met him at my old restaurant I was slinging veal marrow bones and French martinis in.
He told me my weight, height and age by giving me the quintessential cop stare.
He got my age wrong only. He thought I was 5 years younger.
We became fast friends, just like the kind kids make on their old familiar street, or in the playground.
In an email I sent to him, I addressed him as Doctor Officer.
I guess he liked it. The handle stuck.

The good Doctor has shown me much of his life:
The sweet, sweet joys he's experienced, then lost. He lost his best friend to a horrible disease. I wrote about this disease in my last post.
The horrible, crippling effects decisions that government and judicial proceedings make that affect individual life.

I feel blessed by meeting such extraordinary creatures that sometimes bring such awareness, express inordinate amounts of love, joy, hope and life seemingly everywhere they go.

Though sometimes they forget.

Dear friends, it is my great privilege, honour and delight to present to you: Doctor Officer