{ 2008 01 03 }

some investigation into the latest Police killing

I believe Chris Parman was on the scene. He is the training officer.

The picture at this link:

http://www.pressdemocrat.com/Gallery/Photos//shooting26.JPG

is of a trainee.

Chris Parman appears to be first on left in this link:

http://www.pressdemocrat.com/Gallery/Photos//shooting36.JPG

it is hard to tell because the Police tape obscures his face.

Why does this matter?

In Chris Smith's column in the Press Democrat on December 23rd 2007, Chris
Parman describes an hallucination of his dead father that he experienced
while at a family gathering.

You can find the column by searching for "parman" in the Press Democrat
archive. I've copied the relevant text at the end of this message.

review: a cop who has recently hallucinated his dead father (who happened
to be the publisher of the Press Democrat)is on the scene of the third
fatal law enforcement intervention into a mental health crisis in this
county in the past 12 months...and no one points out the irony? or asks
why this guy has a gun? or why he's training the new guys?

Chris Smith's column from 12/23/2007:

AND THERE WAS MIKE'S FAVORITE ORNAMENT
Published on December 23, 2007

© 2007- The Press Democrat

PAGE: B3

And there was Mike's favorite ornament

Chris Parman is a sensible Santa Rosa policeman and the son of late PD
Publisher Mike Parman, who died too young from cancer a year and a half
ago.

Chris likes to tell, but can't quite explain, the story of what happened
the other day when his family gathered near the Christmas tree at the
Santa Rosa home Mike shared with the love of his life, Dee Dee.

It was a birthday party for one of Mike and Dee Dee's grandchildren. Chris
said that from where he sat, ``I had a view of the staircase, which leads
upstairs to the bedrooms.

``Something caught my eye and I turned and looked at the stairs.

``I saw my dad walking up the stairs. I could see he had his favorite pair
of stinky sweats on and his slippers. He just kind of had a smile on his
face, walking up those stairs as if to say, `I'm tired and going to bed.'
''

Not wanting to get carried away at his niece's party, Chris bit his
tongue. Maybe 10 minutes later, Chris said, his toddler son, Cole, who was
born after Mike died, crawled over to his grandmother's Christmas tree.
When Cole began to play with a low-hanging ornament, grandma Dee Dee
walked over to check on him.

Seeing which ornament had drawn the child's attention, her jaw dropped.
Flushed, she asked her family how the ornament got there. Nobody seemed to
know.

Chris said tears streaked his mother's face as she explained that that
ornament, a World War I biplane, had been Mike's favorite. But it had been
lost.

So when Dee Dee did the decorating, for just the second time without Mike,
she'd had to accept that without his favorite ornament the tree wouldn't
be complete.

Yet, said Chris, there it was.

Posted by generalgrumpypants on Thursday, January 3rd, 2008, at 11:19 pm, and filed under Comments.

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