Dad wasn't officially a detective, but may as well have been. He worked
Special Investigations (I guess now they call it Internal Affairs) --
mostly investigating new recruits -- when I was old enough to be aware
at all of what he did.
Jeffrey Kaplan wrote:
> On Fri, 01 Jun 2007 20:57:54 -0400 J Messeder said:
>
>
>> We could start a whole new thread with this one. I have heard it said
>> (My dear deceased daddy was a retired New York police Sgt., and I'm
>> thinking he knew whereof he spoke) that the main difference between a
>> really good crook and a really good cop was the choice each made which
>> side of the badge to stand on.
>>
>
> I believe it. Either way, it's a choice. I said my Mom was a Boston
> cop, right? Sgt. Detective when she died (illness, not job related).
>
>
--
/The erasure of a human subspecies is largely painless -- to us -- if we
know little enough about it. A dead Chinaman is of little import to us
whose awareness of things Chinese is bounded by an occasional dish of
chow mein. We grieve only for what we know./
A Sand County Almanac, /Aldo Leopold, July 1949/
