Online PO-leece scanner

Posted on May 28, 2009 by Varg

I have only been listening for a few moments and have already heard about some guns in the Iberville projects and some grandma trying to visit her grandson who she has custody of on Tuesdays and Thursdays…

LIVE New Orleans Police – NOPD – Scanner

4 thoughts on “Online PO-leece scanner”

Mark Folse says:

May 28, 2009 at 8:35 pm

Um, so why do Picketing, Sit-In and Aiding and Abetting a Sit-In have police radio codes?

Damned outside agitators is why, I’m thinking bubba.

And why gambing by cards, handbook, lottery or pinball but gambling with dice?
Clay says:

May 29, 2009 at 5:41 am

Listened to the description of the burglary of Mahoney’s. Someone cut the telephone line so the alarm wouldn’t report then stole them blind while they were closed.
Varg says:

May 29, 2009 at 8:39 am

I see about a dozen or so 107s a day.
Karen says:

May 29, 2009 at 2:54 pm

Just heard about a shooting near my house. Good times.

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