(cont'd from yesterday's post)
She's haunted in her sleep now by that nightmare.
Sixty years ago Minneapolis Police Lieutenant Kim Lund began her audacious life in a small blue-collar town. As a teenager, she was captain of the cheerleaders and yearbook editor, racing motorcycles and snowmobiles.
She followed the path indicated by an aptitude test and got a two-year criminal justice degree. Jobs in police work were rare for women. But eventually her toughness and hard work brought respect and promotion to her in the MPD.
In dangerous environments of gangs, robberies, drugs, she gained her experience. Finally she landed in the 3rd precinct, the most ethnically diverse precinct with the highest crime rate in the city. Bike give-aways and lemonade/popsicle stands were an effort to bond with the neighbors in this tense community.
That's where she worked on Labor Day of 2o20 when the chaos began which would end the only kind of life she knew.
(cont'd tomorrow)
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