Saddened to learn of the passing of Bob Stover, former Albuquerque Police Chief, former Bernalillo County Sheriff, and one helluva guy.
Bob Stover and I were related, somewhere down the family tree. My great grandmother was a Stover - and it has been told that Bobby Stover, the tough talking cop, would, on occasion, sneak a chocolate candy to her.
When Stover was Chief of APD, I was a reporter. It meant no special access, or accomodation.
Case in point:
My personal car was the recipient (I guess I was, not the car) of a parking ticket - having spent too much time at a meter without contributing to the coffers.
In those days, getting a parking ticket, often times meant heading to see Municipal Judge Harry Robins, who would make time to "help" the media, and quickly dismiss the parking ticket.
On this day, I chose to go see Chief Stover, parking citation in hand.
Upon my request to the Chief to "take care" of the ticket, Bobby reached into his pocket and pulled out $3 and inserted it into the envelope.
The Chief "took care" of my ticket - and I never went back to ask a similar favor.
Good times, Chief.
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