Woodrow is third generation law enforcement. He is following in his daddy’s footsteps just like his daddy followed his daddy.

This is not exactly a stellar generation for the crime fighting family. Woodrow would have been better off in the grocery business or putting down sod.

I’ll give you an example of Woodrow’s crime fighting: The town council gives the police department grant money to buy shotguns for each of the patrol cars. During the three shifts, Chief Stoppelbein explains procedure for use of these shotguns.

"Each of you will report to the weapons range at the posted day and time for familiarization training with a weapons expert from the sheriff’s department," explains the chief. "Until you’ve been certified, I do not want any of you carrying a shotgun on patrol."

Chief Stoppelbein is giving the same talk to each of the shifts. As he walks into the squad room to talk to the guys on the third shift, Woodrow is messing with one of the shotguns.

"Put that shotgun down," barks the chief.

"Shucks, chief, these shotguns are no big deal," says Woodrow as he attempts the U.S. military rifle maneuver know as "the Queen Anne Salute."

The other guys hit the floor. The chief walks over and demands that Woodrow hand over the shotgun.

"Now don’t get all excited, chief," says Woodrow. "I’ve handled these babies all my life and there’s not a thing in the world to worry about. It’s not even loaded."

With that announcement Woodrow holds the shotgun at port arms and pulls the trigger. There’s a loud report and, again, everybody ducks.

All the cops look up to see a two inch hole in the ceiling of the squad room.

Woodrow is suspended without pay for three days. He also pays for the roof repair. When Woodrow returns to duty, the chief orders him carry the shotgun unloaded. Anytime you see Woodrow there are two shotgun shells in his shirt pocket. He complains that Chief makes him feel like Deputy Barney Fife.