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. […]
Minesweepers of the Subway
My Dad, My Brother in Blue
“…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 […]
Bullets in the Sun, Bullets in the Rain
“They say time heals, that’s a lie, time does not heal…” Retired Police Officer Henry Melchiona The sun never shines in the subway. So an on-duty Transit Cop never sees it unless […]
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