A Quarter Century Of Swimming With The Coney Island Polar Bear Club
A Quarter Century Of Swimming With Coney Island The Polar Bear Club "Are you kidding me?" yelled the Administrative Sergeant, his voice buzzing through me, echoing down the hall of Christmas decorations towards the Desk Officer. "It's below freezing out there today. What if something happens to you? How will I explain to the Duty Captain that a rookie I've never met went for a leisurely swim on his meal break and was removed to the hospital?" “I see your point Sir, but even under that worst case scenario I'd never blame you or the job for the leaps and bounds of stupidity I engage in off duty. If I dressed down and went for a dirty water dog on my lunch hour, nobody would know or care now that my arrest paperwork has been finalized.” "The problem is you're technically not off duty,” barked the Sergeant. “This is why you must report exactly where you're taking your meal break and make hourly rings to the Desk Officer overn