“…a bond that will never be broken nor a journey forgotten.” After my dad died in 1979 I’d think of him often. But it was always as my dad. Not recently. Now […]
My Dad, My Brother in Blue
Blood and Brotherhood
When the bloodied and ashen cop walked onto the train, the passengers screamed. She had eight months on the job, a cop working her subterranean beat…under the city of New York. Very […]
The Dash…of Life
The train’s motorman released the control handle, hydraulic brakes froze the wheels but the train hurtled on. Tombstones carry a dash between date of birth and date of death: Jan 1, 1955-Feb […]
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