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. 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 […]
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 […]
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 Puddle Beneath his Head was Red…
You’re a NYC Transit Cop. You and your Brother and Sister officers are the Marines of NYC policing as you patrol the 660 miles of track and 468 stations of the city […]
Blood of Steel
Is there ever a silver lining to murder? How about a steel lining? Job, such a tiny, compact, three-wheeled word to carry so much freight. But it does. It often carries […]
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