For the past few years, MPD Sgt. Jesse Garcia and I have had an ongoing debate about stupid (my word) things police officers do.
In the last year, there have been endless opportunities for me to needle Garcia. We enjoyed honest, spirited debates about the police, race and pop culture. He was very thin-blue line, he loved policing, but he knew I wasn't anti-cop. I'm anti-chucklehead police responses.
While the popular former Minneapolis police information specialist didn't always enjoy my ribbing, he never got ticked off enough to stop sparring. Often Garcia would concede defeat by saying: "I always say, 'If you treat everybody like your mother, you won't have any problems.'"
Good advice for police everywhere.
I'm going to miss hearing that. Garcia died Thursday, five months after disclosing he had stomach cancer.
My heartfelt condolences to Garcia's mom, Donna Collings; his sister Monica Garcia; her husband, Michael Gabriel, who has been JGar3's steadfast companion in his final months; his teenage son Jesse Garcia IV and the rest of the family, including baby Vienna. She'll have photos of herself being held by her proud daddy but sadly no memories of him.
When I learned Sunday that Garcia had accepted hospice, I knew he was getting ready to leave us. About two weeks before that, when Garcia didn't get back to me I took that as a bad sign. I'd called to tweak him about the Metro Transit officer who used a wrestling type slam while arresting a young black guy who had not paid to ride the light rail. A member of Garcia's inner circle had encouraged me to keep JGar3 fiesty by riling him up during phone calls.
He had been optimistic about being around for years in most phone calls. But during what may have been our last chat he made a "doing the best I can with the time I'm here" remark.