I once confessed in this very column about the only time in my life when I consciously quit something. I was the Deputy Sheriff/Jailer on duty the night that a fellow deputy Captain Tommy Fox was shot five times and murdered in a bar in Batesburg-Leesville, SC.At the age of nineteen, I was not even old enough to legally carry a firearm. I knew that night that law enforcement was not for me. Call it what you want, but for the first and only time in my life I quit. In today’s vernacular, they might want to call it something ...