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 […]
My Beat, Subway to Sand
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. […]
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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