Alamo Heights Police Department

Check out their new headquarters on Broadway!
It’s the house that speeders built!
Driving a junker on Broadway at just a single mph over the speed limit will help outfit them with funds necessary to get only the finest for our men in blue. They really are harsh out here. I’ve heard one of the officers takes pride in the fact that he’d give his own mother a speeding ticket. If you look like you don’t belong around here, there’s a good chance that you’ll get stopped and hassled.
The response time is pretty fantastic. They’re usually at a location in AH in less than a few minutes.
They used to offer the Alamo Heights Police Youth Police Academy, which is one of the coolest interactions I’ve ever had with the police. We got to ride along with the cops while they busted the bad guys. We learned what drugs are, and we even learned how to sweep a house for a perp! That’s a big 10 – 4. If they still offer it, sign up!

Honestly, now. How many times have you cursed the 30-​mile-​per-​hour speed limit in Alamo Heights — or worse, the Alamo Heights Police Department, as an officer ticketed you for exceeding that ridiculously sluggish speed?
Well, today I had a very positive interaction with those maligned keepers-​of-​the-​peace-​and-​speed-​limit, and subsequently just HAD to Unilocal about it!
This morning, my vehicle stalled while I was on my way to a haircut appointment. A suddenly disabled car is upsetting enough; but add to that, a very busy time — about 8:30 a.m. — at a very busy intersection (Austin Highway at Broadway), and you have an adrenaline rush of the worse kind.
I had my hazard lights blinking, and people were swerving around me — probably saying nasty things under their breath — as I tried to call for emergency towing. Lo, out of the blue came uno, dos, tres Alamo Heights Police officers: one blocked traffic while the others pushed — and I steered — the car across traffic, safely into a parking lot!
In addition, the officers checked up on me from time-​to-​time until the tow truck showed up, nearly an hour later!
Now, it has occurred to me that they might have wanted to keep tabs on ME, to make sure I didn’t just abandon my vehicle — or cause other mischief while I was awaiting transport (never can be too careful with fat middle-​aged women, right?). I’m going to assume the very best, though, and suppose that these dedicated public servants are also Good Samaritans, who were concerned about a citizen’s welfare.
So, a heart-​felt «THANK YOU» to the city of Alamo Heights, the Alamo Heights Police Department, and — most especially — my three rescuers. And I promise to grumble less, from this point forward, when I have to observe the Alamo Heights speed limit.