Yesterday, I swore Freddie in as a United State Probation Officer for the District of Nebraska. He previously spent 17 years as United States Pretrial Service Officer for the District of Nebraska. Before that, when he was a little kid, he was my neighbor in Lexington along with his three brothers.* He is one year younger than my daughter Marne and one year older than my daughter Lisa. The kids were good friends.
If I disclosed what I know about the four hellions–meaning Freddie and his brothers–there is a good possibility that Freddie would have to give up his federal law enforcement credentials, surrender his service weapon and then enroll in the witness protection program. But, I won’t.
Instead, I will happily watch as he takes on the especially difficult responsibility of supervising felony offenders in a large part of the Third District of Nebraska. He has had that territory as a Pretrial Officer, so the transition, part of our planned consolidation of Pretrial and Probation, will be smooth. That said, the job is daunting. Freddie will look after offenders on supervised release in an area compromising nearly 40,000 square miles and covering two times zones. Freddie is a strong, tough, supremely fair, no-nonsense, very smart and extraordinarily experienced young man who is unusually well-suited to handling difficult people in potentially dangerous situations in remote places and without backup. There aren’t many US Probation Officers who face the challenges that will confront Freddie.
By the way, Freddie hates attention and he hates being called “Freddie.” He goes by “Fred” except when I think or write about him. In my thoughts, Fred will always be Freddie. He will just have to get over my use of the diminutive. After all, it’s better than Fredericka! Now, there’s an idea . . . .
Anyway, be safe Freddie.
*Freddie’s parents are saints. Only saints could have dealt with those four boys.