Soldier Blue

Chapter 2  I was Better but I Got Over it         Supervising the Robbery Unit as a Detective Sergeant was probably the most fun you could have with your clothes on. The best thing about Robberies is there's always a witness. Some are better than others, but everybody sees the bad guy, or at least some portion of him and can assist in their own case as much as they are willing. Believe it or not, many report being robbed and then shut the door on the case when the detectives start asking questions they didn't anticipate. It happens.. just sayin'. Some alleged victims are just wolves that got out wolfed.   At times we would get the occasional request to assist another jurisdiction searching for a robbery fugitive. Such was the case this day when we got a call from the New York City Police Department.       It was July and it was freakin' hot. I answered the phone about 9 o'clock that morning in the R...

  Chapter 1 You Can’t Ride a Bicycle on a Dirt Road   How many people ever get the opportunity to try to ride a bicycle on a dirt road? My guess is not many. Let me tell you, it’s more effort than result. The tires bog down in the loose sandy ruts and if you do get going a bit, you probably won’t stay upright for very long. The front wheel sinks into the soft sand in places and won’t turn. It becomes impossible to pedal and what happens is you get off the bike and push it more often than ride it. The bike was there to take away the burden of walking, and make the trip faster by covering more ground quicker. The result is that you ended up pushing the bike through the soft sand and walking anyway, doubling your workload. How often do we try to do things that just don’t fit with who we are? Forcing situations that don’t feel normal usually have bad results. Was the bike the proper tool for this job? Was it the best choice? Apparently not, since all I di...

Perdition Road Woody Boswell Forward Chapter 1 - You Can’t Ride a Bicycle on a Dirt Road Chapter 2- I was Better but I got Over it Chapter 3- Shiver Me Timbers to a Watery Grave Chapter 4- No Tell Motel Chapter 5-   This  Isn't  the End of the World, but you can see it from Here Chapter 6- It’s as cold as a Mother-In-Law’s Kiss in Here Chapter 7- There’s more than One Way to Skin a Cat besides Cutting of his Tail Chapter 8- Is that Daylight, or the Train? Chapter 9- If Brains were Dynamite that Boy  Couldn't  Blow his Nose Chapter 10- He’s got more Problems than Carter’s got Liver Pills. Forward      I remember as a child, sitting on the front porch of my mother’s home with my sister on Sunday afternoons waiting for our father to pick us up for our weekly visitation with him. I was 8 and she was 6 when my parents divorced. We wore our school clothes usually, which ...