I always wanted to be a Marine. The Corps was born, as the Continental Marines, in Tun Tavern, Philadelphia, on November 10th, 1775. Of course, the U.S. Declaration of Independence was signed […]
Once a Marine…
When We Come Together
As a young Marine turned subway cop in ’66, the ’69 Woodstock gathering of flower people turned me off. It was essential to just support our troops. But as the decades passed […]
My Beat, Subway to Sand
I have sinned on this sandy beat of mine. Well, I committed two beach misdemeanors. As you know, I’m into presence on this delightful beat; anything that detracts from presence is a […]
Messages, We Live Them
The captain looked sharp in full uniform…though he was deceased. I attended his wake. I worked with Harry Hassler in Transit Police Dist 20 in the 1970s. We were both cops. But […]
This Didn’t Need to Happen
I introduced myself to the deceased. We were both cops. He lay in his casket, suit-and-tied up. A NYC Transit Police Dept patch was near him. I’d never met him but we’d […]
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