[A repeat from October 28, 2012] I was in the Felony Trial Division of the States Attorneys office for several years.  My daughter was born in the middle of a brutal two week murder jury trial in Room 504 at 26th & California. Donna went into labor at about 2:00 a.m. on a Thursday morning.  I called my friend and partner in the case and said “Charlie – Donna’s having the baby. You’re gonna have to handle things today.” His response “Congrats but be here tomorrow.”   

The next day, I showed up at the office with my arms packed with files and three boxes of cigars.  So picture this — I’m in my office passing out cigars, smiling, yabbering, guys wandering in and out when suddenly a large chap appeared at my door.  He was wearing bib overalls, high rubber boots, thick shirt and a hat.  He leaned against the door frame.  “Is there a Scott Petersen here” he asked.  We all turned.  I raised my hand.  “Yeah.  That’s me.”  “You missin’ anything?” he asked.  I felt pockets.  Jacket.  My checkbook!  It’s gone.  “My checkbook” I said.  He held it up waggling it between two fingers.  “I found it on the street.”    Oh my gosh!  “THANK you” – I said taking the checkbook.  I pulled out my wallet and started to pull out a twenty. “Here – I really apprec. . . “ “No.  That’s okay,”  he held up his hand.  “I’m with Streets and Sanitation.  I want you guys to know” he paused and looked around “we have a lot of good people at Streets and Sanitation.”    I then said “My wife just had a baby.  Can I offer you some cigars?”  He looked at the open box.  “That I will take.”  He grabbed a large handful of stogies and disappeared.

It’s funny how things happen – and there are moments of intense clarity.  Obviously I’ll never forget the birth of my daughter (I was there :). I’ll never forget the trial (guilty all counts). But I’ll also never forget the integrity of that stranger.  Streets & Sanitation . . . . .