It is over cast and temp dropped so you get to here my ASH story.I was discharged june 9th of 54 and married the 10th of July ,54 so I signed up at San Jose State to finish college,i needed a job and heard the Sheriff's office was higher Disabled Vets so I got the job on the swing shift.In the spring of 55 on the 1S1[SO,Swing shift,first district close to the office] got a call for a 5050[now 5150] at Fire Station #1 off north first street .When we got there a very strong babbling ,unwashed women was being subdued by Fire personel.She was claim her children were burning to death at a address that did not exist and on and on so we got her in car and I handed my handgun to the driver[who died up here by the way] and got in the back with her sitting behind the driver as we did not have screens in those days in the 52 Ford.She was semi calm until "Ripper" called dispatch and stated we were 928 enroute ASH ,at that point the went bananas and tried for the driver I grabber her and we went to the floor with the raised drive shaft under may back and a firm hold on a smelly crazy women and Ripper went Code 3[red lights and siren ]at that point encouragein me to hold tight.When we got there they knew were coming and took her off me and four men got her in a jacket then the came to help me as I was semi paralyxed.had been to ASH before and when she heard the word it had set her off.