A few months ago I mentioned Sandusky police Lt. Phil Frost in a column after Sandusky city commission candidate, the Rev. Pervis Brown, told me Frost was not well-liked in the black community.
Lt. Phil Frost
The day after that column published I was crossing Market and Jackson streets with three colleagues for lunch at Yesteryears. As I stepped from the curb I saw Frost stopped at the intersection. I was just about to say hello as we made eye contact when he turned north onto Jackson Street and drove away.
"Hey, there's Phil Frost," I said to my group.
We walked to the restaurant and were seated on the patio out front. Sweet beautiful sunny day. Moments later, again, I said, "Hey, there's Phil Frost," as the elite Sandusky police commander drove past again in his nifty Crown Vic cruiser.
We ordered and got our iced teas and coffee, and again, I looked out onto Market Street and watched as big-barrel Phil drove past again. "Hey, there's Phil Frost," I said.
Sandwiches served and one of our group glances toward Market Street, and this time she says, "Hey, there's Phil Frost," as he drives past again.
We finish lunch and walk back to the Register building, standing for a moment to chat. I look over, and one more time, there's Phil Frost -- stopped -- at the four-way stop. He drives away.
I told that story to the thoughtfully opinionated Darwitt Garrett, and without missing a beat he delivered a perfect line back at me.
"Now you got a better idea what it's like to be a black man," said the former head of the Sandusky NAACP.
And there, you have it.