The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
There goes my deposit. I've done it a hundred times. I check to see if the spaghetti is ready by throwing one of the strands on the wall. If it sticks it's ready. That's what the cool people do isn't it? I'm sure I read somewhere that it is. It was on the internet so... Continue Reading →
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about dogs and people and how they affect each other. Especially the ways both lives are changed when a dog and a person connect. I find myself comparing the two and wondering which one is the one to strive to be like. People or dogs? It was Blue's... Continue Reading →
Years ago, when I first became a cop I started a handwritten composition book with the above title of this post. Anyone who I arrested for a serious crime or otherwise caught my attention was put in that book. It took quite a bit to get you in there. I arrested hundreds of people that... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at a coffee shop reading when this young girl who I had seen many times before, asked me a question that I get quite often now. She wanted to know why I am always reading real books and not e-books on Kindle or Nook, or on my... Continue Reading →
There is no such thing as time travel, or at the very least, if it is possible it will not be discovered in my lifetime. I know this because if that were true I would have come back from the future already a dozen times in my lifetime up to this point to stop me... Continue Reading →
It's September again and time to focus our efforts on supporting those whose lives have been touched by childhood cancer. Today and every Wednesday this month, supporters of this cause will meet in McAllen, Texas to take a walk together and bring some publicity to this fight. In its sixth year now, The Gold and... Continue Reading →
A couple of days ago I was leaving the house to go write at a coffee shop. Wait. That's a lie. Sort of. Okay, not really a lie. Well, I mean I was leaving the house. I was going to go write at a coffee shop. But I was not leaving the house because I... Continue Reading →
It is a fearful thing, to love what death can touch.-Yehuda HaLevi My sister died a few days ago. We didn't see each other much. My dad was married twice and had a whole set of kids before me and my immediate brothers and sisters were born. They were all grown before we came along... Continue Reading →
“How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others,... Continue Reading →
