Thursday, December 24, 2009, 1700 Hrs. I’ve spent the afternoon cleaning the place up. If you guys are reading this as you’re “turning” the place trying to figure out what happened — I don’t want you guys to think I … Continue reading
Category Archives: Women
Christmas Eve, 1400 Hrs. — BLOG 69
Thursday, December 24, 2009, 1400 Hrs. I was too sensitivity for this job. My sensitivity often got mistaken for weakness and not appreciated by fellow officers. I’ve always been Idealistic and a loner, and for the most part I’ve managed … Continue reading
Christmas Eve, 1000 Hrs. — THE FINAL BLOG 68
Thursday, December 24, 2009, 1000 Hrs. It’s cold and clear Christmas Eve. A curious sky this morning. I haven’t written much in a long time. I need to tonight. I’m going to work tonight just like I have on every … Continue reading
Inspector Kirk Brookbush Killed in SFPD Helicopter Crash — BLOG 67
Wednesday, January 19, 2000 Just got back from the funeral at St. Mary’s Catheral for Kirk Brookbush who was killed on January 13th, when the SFPD helicopter he was flying crashed in a barren field on a foggy, drizzly night … Continue reading
25th Reunion of the 122nd Recruit Class of the San Francisco Police Department — BLOG 66
Saturday, September 13, 1997 Haven’t journaled in a long time. Just don’t have the energy anymore. But tonight was meaningful, the 122nd Recruit Class of the SFPD held its 25th Reunion at the Marines Memorial Club and Hotel on Sutter … Continue reading
Loma Prieta Earthquake/ Continue — BLOG 65
Tuesday, October 17, 1989 We then got called to respond to Candlestick Park where the game had been called off and the crowd was leaving. We rolled Code Three out Third Street. I guess the bad guys in the neighborhood were … Continue reading
The Fog is Rolling in Now — BLOG 59
Wednesday May 6, 1987 100 degrees in San Francisco today! But the fog is rolling in now . . .Just a horrible day. I have to make some decisions about what I want to do for the rest of my … Continue reading
Leslie just Left, Part Two — BLOG 57
Sunday March 6, 1983 Leslie touches my heart. I love her kids. Her daughter Michele is four and looks just like her. Paul is two and looks like her-ex. We’ve taken the kids out — and Paul likes me. Michele … Continue reading
Leslie just left, Part One — BLOG 56
Sunday March 6, 1983 A gray overcast Sunday afternoon. Been a busy week. Queen Elizabeth was in town and we had a full week of storms. But Leslie just left. I’m just sitting on the beanbag chair looking out at … Continue reading
A Mellow Sunday Afternoon — BLOG 49
Sunday March 9, 1980 Today was the first really nice day of 1980: I just stood in the bay window taking it all in on a quiet Sunday afternoon as the sun went down. These are precious times — in my … Continue reading