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All officers would eventually work every shift, changing every month. Despite a quality experience at the Police Academy new recruits still had a lot to learn so picking their training officers would be a critical step for them. Perhaps the most critical step would be public getting the officers to agree to the added responsibility. I relied heavily on Dan for that. Making arrangements for travel with Max wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. Jonathan just rented an executive jet. Getting Caesar’s Palace to accept him was harder, but once again my father-in-law’s influence prevailed. We left from Memphis on Sunday morning, arriving at McCarron around noon. We had no trouble getting a cab at that indian hour even with Max, but the bellmen were terrified even when I had told Max to heel and we walked into the cavernous lobby. I paid for everything on my personal credit card—the city reimbursing my expenses once I was back at work. After registering for the conference and getting my ID and lanyard, we wandered around the casino and Lucy kept Max at heel the entire time. There was immediate shock and surprise from the other patrons, but that evaporated once they saw how well behaved and trained Max was. We returned to our room at four to shower, shave and dress and then went to the ballroom. Lucy and I entered through the center door as I told Max to SIT and STAY. Lucy and I then proceeded down the center aisle to a table off to the right that was reserved for the dignitaries and the keynote speaker—me. Paul was there waiting for us and he greeted Lucy then me, asking where Max was. “He’s here, but he’s waiting outside. I’m sure you’ll see him in a bit. We sat and I took notice of the stage. As I had been told it was only four feet above the main floor. Lucy and I ordered Cokes while salads were placed at each seat. Dinner was pretty much what I expected—a decent tossed salad with ranch dressing followed by chicken breast, stuffing, and mashed potatoes along with string beans. Dessert was a chocolate fudge cake covered with chocolate sauce with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I’m not a big fan of chicken unless it’s southern fried, but the food was okay and I ate it, especially when Lucy reminded me that we had missed lunch. Once the coffee and tea was served the organization’s president stepped to the podium for some introductory remarks. Then he introduced Paul as the chairman of the program committee. “Thank you, Fred; it is indeed a pleasure to introduce an old friend and colleague. Matt Cahill is currently the Chief of Police in Bascomb’s Landing—a small city amateur in southwestern Tennessee, but I think that all of us already know that, either from the conference literature or from the national news. 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