Christian Adolph ‘Sonny’ Jurgensen

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Big’un@Big_un

February 06, 2026

Christian Adolph ‘Sonny’ Jurgensen

Pro football hall of fame quarterback, died today, he was 91.
Full disclosure, I was a 50 year fan of the Washington Redskins, From February 1969, at the age of 7, when they signed Vince Lombardi, until they changed the name to ‘The Washington Football team.
I had season tickets and even traveled to Wembley stadium in London to watch a game.
I had the attached picture as a poster on my bedroom wall.

I was sent to an upscale housing development, in the Mt Vernon area (G. Washington’s Mt Vernon)to respond to a noise complaint.
It was approximately 02:00, on a Saturday morning.
It was a warm spring night, therefore I had my cruiser windows down.
As I arrived in the neighborhood, I could clearly hear the ‘squealing’ of automobile tires. I headed in the direction of the noise, and eventually came upon a large church parking lot.
In the lot, was a ‘Thunderbird coupe’ doing donuts, spraying rubber and smoke from the rear tires.
I hit my lights, and quickly entered the parking lot. As I approached the vehicle I gave my siren a few ‘whoooop whoooops’ to get his attention.
The individual driving acted as though he was going to make a run for it. I cut him off and he ended up on a grass ‘island’ with curbing.
At that point he decided to stop.
I exited my cruiser and approached the drivers door of the two door car.
The driver rolled down the window, and I observed that he was a teenage boy.
“License and registration please.”
He presented me the items with trembling hands.
The registration showed that this was a leased car. Which would be an issue, as most leases, at least in the ‘80s prohibited operators under the age of 18. The lease was in the name ‘Christian Jurgensen’
His drivers license showed that his last name was ‘Jurgensen’.
“What’s your father’s name?” I queried
“Christian Adolph Jurgensen” he replied.
“So your dad is ‘Sonny Jurgensen’?”
“Yes Sir”
“Ensure the vehicle is in park, and hand me the keys please…”
He complied.
Looking at his license I could see that he was 16 years old.
A juvenile, oh boy, oh joy. Dealing with ‘juvies’ was a pain in the ass.
Can’t handcuff them.
Can’t put them in the back of the cruiser, they have to ride upfront.
Can’t put them in a cell, they have to be babysat until their patents show up.
Hours of paperwork, special court dates, and they would most likely get a slap on the wrist.

I could smell alcohol.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Just a beer sir.”
“Uh-huh, please step from the vehicle.”
He got out and just to be sure, I had him blow into my field breathalyzer.
.07
Just a little below DWI or as some folks call it DUI. Under the circumstances, with his age and driving behavior, didn’t matter.

I walked him over to my cruiser, cleared out the front passenger seat, and put him in it.
I made him put on his seatbelt then, I went back to his vehicle, and secured it where it rested.
I made sure the windows were all up and locked it.

I then had him give me directions to his house.
We arrived around 03:00.
We entered the front of a large mansion.
“Get your father, I need to speak to him.”
About 10 minutes later, a gentleman in his early 50s came down the stairs wearing a bathrobe.

“Good morning officer.”
He said tersely
“Mr. Jurgensen” I said as I shook his hand.
“I found your son doing donuts in the Episcopal church parking lot. I gave him a field breathalyzer test and he blew an .07. Technically I could have arrested him for DWI. Here are the keys to your leased vehicle, it is sitting atop a grass island, and it most likely has some damage from jumping the curb. Here is your son’s license. What you do with it is up to you. Although, if I catch him again, I will charge him. I hope the rest of your day turns out better.”
“Thank you officer.”

I turned, and exited the house.

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The Day I Retired

Its almost the sixth anniversary...

Some of you may have looked at my photos and thought; what young looking handsome man… He couldn't be old enough to retire …

Thank you Mama

Anyway, I am 60 and I retired at 55 in July of 2017. I was given a retainer for two more months in order to be on call. I couldn’t always get a reliable Internet connection and I can’t take someone’s money for nothing, so I shut that down in Sept 2017…

So you are thinking, what day in July did you retire? I didn’t really retire in July 2017. I quit going to work then…

I retired Thursday, around 1:35 PM, December 15, 2016…

Life was good for @The_CINC and I.

It was shortly before Christmas 2016. Tiny dancer, our surprise baby was a junior in college. We had a 4K sqft house on 7 acres, 40 miles south of Washington DC. It was our second house in 33 yrs of marriage. We had lived there for over 20 yrs. The final house payment was due Nov 10, 2017.

The CINC was at the highest point you can achieve as a civilian Govt Employee without going into the Senior Executive Service. When she was offered SES, the CINC had gotten to the point at which it would have meant more work, more time away from home, for no more money (because of the pay structure) for at least five to seven years. We also knew we wanted to Retire, so it made no sense to invest the time required for an SES position.

She worked for OSD, DOD, WHS (The office that runs the Pentagon, they are the ‘Landlords’) for 34 years. At one point she ran a division that had a yearly budget of $1 Billion.

She would be eligible to retire in April 2017. We really hadn’t decided what we were going to do. My top-secret NSA/DOD clearance was supposed to be coming through anytime. One of my specialties was encrypted secure communications.

I was a subcontractor for IBM and they were paying $50,000 for my vetting. It had been 2 years because I was a traveling consultant that didn’t associate with my neighbors… I was gone all of the time and I couldn’t see any of them from my house anyway..

Once that clearance came through, I could double or triple my salary which wasn’t small in the first place.

Here we were, at the top of our earning potential, few bills, house almost paid for, kids all gone…

Life was good…

Then Thursday, around 1:35 PM, December 15, 2016, happened…

I was in Birmingham AL, working at the US HQ, of a regional US bank that had been acquired by a Spanish bank. I was digitizing and updating their manual and electronic bank and treasury transactions. I had been on this contract for three years. The last 10 months or so I had been mostly remote, working from my lazy boy.

They wanted me to come in for some end of the year meetings and Christmas parties.

I flew in Monday mornings, getting to the office around 10:00 AM. I would work 10 hours Monday, 12-14 Tuesday and Wednesday, 6-8 Thursday and then catch a flight home around 4:00 pm Thursday. I would have 40-45 hours in 4 days by the time I caught my flight home.

I was sitting at my ‘station’, there weren’t really ‘cubes’, just tables with 3-4” dividers that had plugs. It was basically a giant open room, semi closed at each end by meeting rooms. My seat was near the meeting rooms. Behind me to my right was a large opening which led to a spacious elevator lobby.

The bank of elevators were the divider for another large working area. If you really tried, you could easily get 150-200 people in the elevator lobby.

I had just come back from lunch. I was trying to wrap a few things up before heading to the airport. A woman calmly walks behind me and says “Does anybody know first aid?”

I stood up “Excuse me?!?” She pointed to the elevator lobby behind her.

So I walked that way to see what was happening…

I am a trained first responder. I was a police officer at the pentagon and I was a FFX County VA police officer. I am also a trained BSA leader with back country first aid training.

As I entered the elevator lobby I saw an extremely obese man laying partially on his back. A woman by his side rubbing his hand looking concerned. Another man near his feet watching. I looked around, there were about 10 gawkers.

“MA’AM!”

I startled the woman to look at me…

“We have to treat him for shock”

First thing I could think of, get him flat on his back, elevate his feet.

"Go get that footstool"

That gave her something to do and think about.

I looked at the gentleman "Find me something to keep him warm."

I got him on his back. He must have weighed 400 Lbs.

I ripped his shirt open, put my head on his chest.

No Breathing, no heartbeat.

I took his pulse at his carotid artery to make sure.

No, pulse, his face was white, blue lips, his eye lids were partially open, his eyes were already clouding over...

He was already dead.

I looked up for a second...

At least 175-200 people were watching me...

I could hear people sobbing..

Where the hell did they all come from?

So I measured up his sternum, and began compressions..

If you've never really done CPR...

The first time will gross you out. I broke every bone in his chest away from his sternum. It sounded like I was crushing a bag of potato chips.

Another gentleman, kneeling beside me asked "Shouldn't you do the breaths?"

I was doing this for show. I knew he was dead. I have seen and handled many dead bodies. He was already dead, he wasn't coming back.

I looked over at the decedent's face, my compressions were forcing his lunch out of his mouth.

"Turn his head to the side, sweep his mouth, knock yourself out."

About that time a woman came over with an automatic defibrillator.

As I was giving compressions, I talked her through placement of the electrodes. She was so upset, she couldn't read the instructions.

She placed the electrodes, hit the switch, and audible countdown started from 15. When it got to one, it would send the charge.

I kept doing compressions until the Defib audibly said 'CLEAR', at which time, for some reason , I through my arms up like a touchdown. As soon as the cycle was over, I started compressions again.

I was starting to get winded, when I heard the elevators open and EMTs emerged.

one immediately kneeled across from me and took over.

I simply stood up, and walked away.

I didn't want to be there anymore.

I walked back to my station, and packed my stuff.

I was going to the airport.

As luck would have it..

I followed the gurney down to the lobby, one of the EMTs on the guy's chest still giving compressions.

On the drive to the airport, the shakes hit... I can stay extremely calm in the most stressful situations, but it takes a heavy toll later.

After arriving at my gate, I sat down, my cell phone rang. It was my boss from the bank "I just wanted to let you know that the guy didn't make it."

'I know" I said, "I knew that before I left, thanks for letting me know"

I called @The_CINC and told her everything. I then said "I don't want to die in a cube farm. Let's retire"

The Bank, and my employer tried to do some kind of ceremony for me. I told them not to, it was a dumb idea. If he would have lived it would have been a celebration of his life. He died, there was nothing to be proud of.

That was why they gave me the retainer...

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