The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
You thought it was never going to happen? You doubted me? Years of investigative training and experience and even then you thought this guy would never get this one. Oh sure he has solved multiple homicide cases with little or no evidence. Tracked down countless suspects who left the trail equivalent of a ghost. Sure... Continue Reading →
Thirty Miles. It's the length of the Island of Guam. That's a U.S. territory for those of you that slept through history class in high school. That's all I remember about it now. Thirty miles. Something about us invading it, then losing it, then getting it back again also lingers in my mind when I... 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 →
“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 →
This is the 4th coffee shop I have sat in in the last hour. I can't seem to find my focus today. That's a rare thing for me. Granted I have less important things to do nowadays, so focusing is not a life and death issue anymore, but still, it's a rare (and unwelcome) thing.... Continue Reading →
"The kids are coming over tomorrow morning." But I wanted to write tomorrow morning. It was a split second thought. A little piece of nonsensical crap that shot through my mind with the force of a bullet. I regretted it the moment I thought it, and I wanted to take it back, but just like... Continue Reading →
We all have random thoughts. Things we think about without knowing what the hell could have triggered them. Most of them are just normal day-to-day stuff. Things we think about every day about things we encounter every day. I am not sure that there is anything day-to-day about me anymore. I'm sure there used to... Continue Reading →
As a writer who likes to write about childhood memories I often wonder if my memory is getting it right, or am I just making it up as I go along? Who knows? It's a mystery. A long time ago I read a book titled "The Memory Book". Wait, no, it was called "Your Memory... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a... Continue Reading →
