Keith John HIGGINS

KJ is described as a pipe smoker and a rider of the old Vespa motor cycle.  He was a ‘true gentleman and bloody good copper’.

His mates will remember him from the ‘end of night shift’ bbq’s at Campbelltown and his “easy country” style.

Glen Denholm Well, Mr Higgins would sit in the meal room, addressing everyone not by their first names but by calling them Mr Lewis, Mr Carrol, Mr Denholm ect.

He had an old enamel mug which was always filled with black tea and incessantly smoked Winfield cigarettes with a cigarette holder. This holder was supposed to filter all the tar and nicotine out of the cigarette before it got into your lungs, and it was black, filled with a black tar and looked obnoxious. We all smoked so I suppose it did not matter.

On night work he would go out alone and sit on one of the over passes on the expressway waiting for a break and enter to occur in the hope that he could snare someone. If there was a bust, he would never go to the bust, but allow others to go and he would head to the outskirts. Many is the time he snared a couple of would be crims using this tactic.

Just a really good, honest and lovely man. I can say that I had never seen the man annoyed or even upset, although when a friend of his suddenly resigned and the real story came out later KJ would not believe it.

We are all so lucky to have had him in our lives and the world is a poorer place without this lovely private man. Those who knew him should count themselves very lucky to have been touched by him.

Safe journey old mate, we all will see you, one day, on the other side.