When police knock on doors, it is seldom good news for those inside. I know; I knocked on doors. Easter 1981, NYC Transit Police Officer William Martin enjoyed dinner with his family. […]
When police knock on doors, it is seldom good news for those inside. I know; I knocked on doors. Easter 1981, NYC Transit Police Officer William Martin enjoyed dinner with his family. […]
The bullet hit the brass button on officer Melchiona’s hat—driving that button into his brain. PBA delegate Henry Melchiona sat in Donovan’s Pub with Brother Transit cops Joe Corcoran and Patty McDonald. […]
Lou Hollander is a caring, sensitive man who experiences joy and pain intensely. Speaking with Lou for this essay, one thinks of a ride on undulating tracks—sometimes on the dark subways, sometimes […]
Funerals suck. They especially suck when the sun shines on a spring day. A day meant for laughter with family, with friends, in the joy of life. The joy that the deceased […]
Blasted from us. She was among the few, the brave. She was a Marine, a cop. She raised her hand and swore to defend America, she raised her hand and swore […]