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On Wednesday, August 4, 2021, 08:18:46 PM PDT, Joanne Segovia <joanne@sjpoa.com> wrote:

Unfortunately, due to the new County mandates concerning masks, we have no choice but to cancel all events in the Hall for the remainder of August and through September.  We want you to know that we did not reach this decision lightly.  We have talked to other Unions and reached out to our attorney’s, and this is the only responsible way to proceed.

We will of course, refund your deposits, and/or reschedule your event. Please reach out by replying to this email or contacting the POA office for how you would like us to return your deposit. In any case, please reply so that way know you have received this message.

We thank you in advance for your understanding.

Joanne Segovia

San Jose Police Officers’ Association

Executive Director

The family was appreciative of all The SJPD family in attendance.

Full military honors. May he rest in eternal peace.


 

 

 

August Birthdays

Bui, Mike
Busch, Dennis
Byers, Dave
Campbell, John
Demers, Buck
Diehl, John (Deceased)
Dishman, Billy
Dulong, Dave
Esparza, Fred (Deceased)
Ewing, Don(Deceased)
Fanucchi, Roscoe
Galios, Chris
Gay, Brian
Hahn, Chuck
Hazen, Skip
Hernandez, Ernie
Holser, George
Johnson, Craig
Johnson, Gary
Katz, Dan
Kinsworthy, Lloyd
Kurz, Eric
Lane, Andy
Martinez, Karen
Mello, Steve
Norton, Phil (Deceased)
Pitts, Phil
Priddy, Loren
Reeves, Curt
Rendler, Bill
Roberson, Mike
Rose, Wendell (Deceased)
Roy, Charlie (Deceased)
Sanfilippo, Roy (Deceased)
Scanlan, Pete
Smith, B.T.
Smith, Lew (Deceased)
Tokiwa, Robin
Tozer, Dave
Tuminia, Pete
Wall, Chuck
Wiley, Bruce
Wilson, Lee (Deceased)
Wilson, Stan
Windisch, Steve Sr. (Deceased)

August 16, 2021

From the President:As you may have learned by now, the POA Hall will not be available for the August and September PBA meetings. We look forward to getting the okay for October.Heartfelt condolences to the families of Officers Juan Reyes and Mel Ubarre and PBA member Sgt. Glenn Terry.It was good to see a contingent of retirees at the annual BBQ of the Association of Retired San Jose Police Officers and Firefighters that was held at Coyote Ranch.The PBA is still in need of Stan Tice’s current mailing address so we may send out his June birthday gift card.A happy birthday to the August group of members! The winners of the $25 gift cards are:
Ernie Hernandez Bass Pro
Brian Gay Lowe’s
Roscoe Fanucchi Target
As always; if you may have a question, concern or comment and would like to reach out, my email is:
uunnoo@sbcglobal.net
All the best,Ernie Alcantar
PBA President

A TRIBUTEOLD SCHOOL 

l am obliged to offer a modest tribute to Glenn Terry, a man I consider a perfect representative of a distinctive SJPD fraternity, one whose members, in the days before structured academies and field training programs, were the unsung heroes of our department. I am referring to the patrol sergeants, men who took on the responsibility of ruling and schooling scores of untested and deficiently-prepared rookies as they bumped, thumped, and humped their way through those exhilarating first years of San Jose after dark. What these line managers took on during that time of rapid expansion was more than they should’ve been asked, but they answered the call and played a major part in limiting the harm caused by the city’s grossly negligent, hope-and-prayer approach to police training.

Remembering Glenn Terry’s team those many decades ago, the analogy that comes to mind is that of a dog walker leashed to an impossibly large pack of high-spirited mutts, most with a ready bite, some with a confused sense of direction, and all with a nose for trouble. I’m talking about a pack with testosterone enough to best Rosie O’Donnell in the octagon, conceit enough for a Joe McNamara autobiography, daring enough for a Hunter Biden weekend in Vegas. To the average mortal spying its approach, crossing the street was a no-brainer. And yet there, at the civilized end of the leash, unruffled and firmly in control was Glenn Terry, undaunted by his pack’s size (seventeen men), youthfulness (average age twenty-four), and inexperience (probation plus/minus months).

In reining in his pack Glenn Terry did not employ friendship or jocularity. With a team so vulnerable to blunder he understood that effecting controlled exploitation of its considerable and much needed energy and aggression required detached leadership. This he executed by treating us like men and setting down a list of straightforward priorities that had everything to do with good policing and protecting our jobs, and nothing to do with his self-esteem, pet peeves, or career aspirations. He trusted us to meet his well-reasoned expectations by handling the calls properly, catching the serious felons, and, when negotiating the chaos indigenous to east side swings, keeping the mayhem to a justifiable minimum. With his steady guidance and genuine nature he quickly earned our trust and attracted respect of a kind that cannot be conferred by promotion.

Had we been less fortunate our unruly pack might’ve been leashed to a distrustful, ever-lurking hard-ass, but the restraint would’ve ended with the next shift change without our having learned much or improved our self-discipline. By somehow knowing just how often to be around (and when to support, advise, scold), Glenn Terry got all seventeen of us safely through those many tumultuous nights, made sure no one got canned, and helped many of us take a giant step toward becoming real cops.

Though our paths seldom crossed I thought of him frequently, and always whenever hearing a report of a “211, just occurred.” Like a Pavlovian mutt, I’d immediately find a good spot and look to make a good car stop. Not the perfect car stop that might never come, but a good one, just like the old robbery detective so often stressed. Everyone make a good stop and improve the odds for SJPD; that was the mantra he used when advocating glorious teamwork over personal glory. It was just one of the ways this taciturn, old school policeman revealed where lay his heart.

Lastly, had I been at all uncertain about offering a final salute to this quintessential patrol sergeant it would’ve dissipated upon recalling his oft-repeated, sage advice: “When in doubt, whip it out.”
-Anonymous-

BBQ of the Association of Retired San Jose Police Officers and Firefighters Ed Marini, Ken Yules, John Porter, Dennis Busch, Dan Archie, Kerry Smith, John Shuman, Rich Arca, Bucky DeMers,
Brian Hyland, Chuck Hahn

George Padilla

Bob Kosovilka and Family

Ken Jacksteit and Gary Johnson

Buy Bernardo, Firefighter Todd Spellman, Fire Chief Dale Foster

Happiest City in America – San Jose California

 

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Joe grew up in a small town, then moved away to attend college and law school.

When he graduated, he decided to come back to the small town because he could be a big man in this small town.  He really wanted to impress everyone and opened an office.

The first day, he saw a man coming up the sidewalk.

He decided to make a big impression on this new client when he arrived. As the man came to the door, Joe picked up the phone.

He motioned the man in, all the while talking. “No. Absolutely not. You tell those clowns in New York that I won’t settle this case for less than one million. Yes.  The Appeals Court has agreed to hear that case next week.
I’ll be handling the primary argument and the other members of my team will provide support. Okay.
Tell the DA that I’ll meet with him next week to discuss the details.”
This sort of thing went on for almost five minutes.

All the while the man sat patiently as Joe rattled instructions.

Finally, Joe put down the phone and turned to the man. “I’m sorry for the delay, but as you can see, I’m very busy. What can I do for you?”

The man replied, “I came to hook up your phone.”

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I am a Seenager. (Senior Teenager)
I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later. 

I don’t have to go to school or work.
I get an allowance every month I have my own pad. 
I don’t have a curfew. I have a driver’s license and my own car. 
The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant and I don’t have acne.
 Life is great. I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds.
 Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers. Now they drink like their fathers.
 I didn’t make it to the gym today. That makes five years in a row. I decided to stop calling the bathroom the “John” and renamed it the “Jim”. 
I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning. Old age is coming at a really bad time.
 When I was a child I thought “Nap Time” was a punishment. Now it feels like a small vacation. 
The biggest lie I tell myself is ”I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it.
 ” I don’t have gray hair; I have “wisdom highlights”!  I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven’t met yet.
 Of course, I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice. 
At my age “Getting lucky” means walking into a room and remembering what I came in there for. 
I have more friends I should send this to, but right now I can’t remember their names.
 Now, I’m wondering: did I send this to you, or did you send it to me?

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