Back in 1996 I had an opportunity to work alongside the U.S. Secret Service’s presidential security detail. Bill Clinton was scheduled to speak at the T-dome and a “jump team” flew out to brief the police officers assigned to assist. My partner, a young agent with the Secret Service, and I spent hours on our feet facing out towards any possible threat.
Despite my impression that the event was an exercise in organized chaos, Clinton’s appearance went off without a hitch. After a stressful day, the presidential detail and the local cops shared some good times before they caught a