Of being in the first graduating class of police officers that included women.
There were four other women in this class, out of 2200 applicants for the academy.
She has told me that at first when she was on the streets and went to a call that people's response typically was: "It's a woman!" Now we don't think much about that.
This photo of her shows her running from the squad car before a drug bust to prevent anyone from swallowing the drugs.
although her son, Owen, says he thinks there was just a wasp in the car.
One of the cool things she did was obtain permission to dress up as a prostitute and catch men who were offering to pay girls and women. She didn't think it was fair to just prosecute the women. As she describes a typical night doing this what came to mind for me was that this was like shooting fish in a barrel. She would arrange for the guy to meet her on a side street where other officers would arrest him, and she'd go back to her spot and wait for the next sucker.
She's justifiably very proud of her service as an officer, and with her subsequent work in law enforcement (her entire career when she wasn't doing what was even more meaningful to her, and that was raising her children).
I'm sorta, kinda, in a little way, maybe, aw shucks, proud of her too.
Happy Anniversary, Vicky!
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