Category Archives: Police

A dog’s tale

Not sure how this is going to go over — ed.  Let’s say you have a dog. It’s a rescue dog. This pooch had been abused as a puppy by its previous owner and then grew up to be passed … Continue reading

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Take that flag (and all it represents) and shove it

I just can’t take it anymore. Last night I quit the Red Mustang Registry Facebook group. I saw one too many Confederate flags. And let’s make a distinction – it was the cross of St. Andrew battle flag, NOT the … Continue reading

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World Mental Health Day in the USA

Back in March, something happened in Seattle, Washington. A man climbed a tree and refused to get down. Here he is: The man has a name: Cody Miller. After refusing to get down from the tree, Cody became kind of … Continue reading

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Nostalgia or Reality? The Travails of Someone Who Remembers Too Much

I wanted to write something light today, maybe a story from my younger years not punctuated by my father’s threats of violence or my mother’s benign neglect. In short, without the grand hand-wringing mess of angst this blog has, unfortunately, … Continue reading

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September Song

It’s September and It’s National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month. Don’t get me started. . . BFD So you may ask: why so sarcastic. Here’s two stories that buttress that sarcasm: She didn’t kill herself but it illustrates a larger point: … Continue reading

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The Manifesto of the Disturbed Person or Making a Friend of Death

Warning: this is a long one. Pour yourself a drink and settle in.  ‘Have you now or ever talked about putting pins in outlets as a kid? I had my interrogation yesterday (background here). The HR prick had talked to … Continue reading

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One Way Out

I had a pretty heavy session with my shrink today. She agrees my job is killing me. She wants me to find a way to quit. I’m supposed to talk it over with my wife. I’m wondering what kind of … Continue reading

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