The nice police officer who took me and one of my classmates told me as he drove us through Brooklyn’s 84th Precinct. I admit that knowing Mr. Ledger’s address might have been more valuable to me before I met Micah. Perhaps some of the single young ladies who frequent the blog might be interested? I hear he’s breaking up with his wife . . . .
Okay, so the purpose of going on a police ridealong was not so I could become a celebrity stalker. I am not exactly sure what the point of it was (it probably would have made more sense back when we were talking about covering the police beat), but that is not to say that I didn’t enjoy it. I got to wear a bullet proof vest. I got to cruise around the streets of Brooklyn much faster than if I had been driving myself. I got to witness the crazy things that police officers get to deal with, like people accidentally driving down the court house steps. Oops!
No pictures, at least I didn’t take any. The nice officer did take pictures, which he said were for their records, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion he wanted to show his friends. “You can’t make this stuff up,” he kept saying to himself. I believe him.