GEORGE IS TEN-98
BY KIMBALL BROWN
Well George, you're finally retiring. When you first arrived at
Firestone it was as the replacement for our much loved Bill the mechanic.
Bill spent his working life on his back, scooting around under our
poor abused radio cars trying to put band-aids on them for the next
shift. When we first saw you most of us didn't know whether to greet
you or put you on the wall; long hair, thin as a doper and an
unconventional outlook for someone working with a bunch of Neanderthal
cops. But gradually, you won us over. Maybe it was because of your work ethic.
Working on our cars by 7am, you were more of a long range, big picture
kind of mechanic. When you figured a car was in trouble, you sent
it to the County garage for an overhaul. I was utility deputy then
and it seemed I spent half my time ferrying cars back and forth
from there. I didn't like it initially, but gradually the reliability
of our black and whites improved. We all noticed. You can't help but notice
when you're Code 3 and your Plymouth doesn't flood out going around corners.
Also you won us over with your great attitude. Yeah, we kidded you a lot at
first, but you gave as good as you got and won our respect. I was no longer
at FPK when you started rolling on requests for assistance calls as "Deputy
Ramos", but that is such a Firestone response that I guess you were influenced
by us, too. George, you're going to pass into FPK legend and you deserve a great
send-off. I can't be there but I hope you're going to be around for a lot of
reunions. Good luck and God bless.