“Patrolman Leander Brower of the 109 Pct., Long Island City, was arrested at noon today for a holdup…” I’ve been spelunking the news pages of the ages and found fascinating items, both […]
Sex, Guns and Gronc
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I'm a former Marine and retired NYC Transit Police Detective. I offer a photo journal blog that is mostly about beach life, the wildlife and the semi-wild human denizens of the shore. I find the former can teach much to the latter at Leebythesea.me
Hugging Life
Dope-slapped twice, have we awakened? I was a Marine at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, in the fall of 1962 when the world faced extinction in the Cuban Missile Crisis. It was the same […]
A Pup, from Sand to Sea
It’s been said, “The measure of a civilization is how it treats its weakest members.” Variations on this have been attributed to Ghandi, Pearl Buck, and Pope John Paul, among others. But […]
A Peek at Ass-Backwards
“There was an eclectic group of us, containing among others, a gynecologist, a lawyer, an R.N, a retired teacher, a real estate agent…and me…the retired cop…the crew of Gilligan’s Island.” “When everything […]
Crack, Guns…Recycling?
When I was a cop in NYC in the eighties, it was a big hoot to learn that crack houses, to avoid any attention from the city at all, made sure the […]
Companions and Commitments.
Can we come together on two things? Cheryl went to a Vegetarian Food Festival in Manhattan recently. Vegetarian Fests are not my cup of…beef broth. I do go on such journeys with […]
A Wagging Tail…Poetry in Emotion
Two things: 1) If you love dogs, you really can’t own them. 2) Dogs, maybe other pets too, have ESP. My mind is stuck in the last hour of traffic from […]
White Whine, Anyone?
Anyone want to add a couple of inches…anywhere? Boston does. They’ve had over eight feet of snow this year and need two more to set a record. Many say, “Go for it!” […]
Sex…Beneath the Surface
“He was only humping me.” A female subway rider. As you descend into the subway you feel the air rushing up as it’s pushed ahead of a speeding train. It’s almost like […]
The Stupid Years
The sound pierced the air like a bullet. A vocal, “Mr. Winters!” blast of enthusiasm echoed in the street. I turned my head toward the exuberant call from across Fulton St. A […]
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