TALES FROM THE BLUE LINE 10

Some called him Le Roy, others called him Elroy. I called him both names, depending upon my mood and state of sobriety. But being called more than one name suited him: Le Roy/Elroy was a multiple kind of guy, who’d go anywhere and do anything By the way, neither...

TALES FROM THE BLUE LINE 9

Heavy raindrops beat the roof of the unmarked squad car I was riding in like a tom-tom. I didn’t like it. No one did. We detectives would see each other on the street or at various precincts, and stop to whine about it. As one could figure, those nights were...

TALES FROM THE BLUE LINE 8

Abraham Lincoln was, by all accounts, a genius. He specialized in the law and was considered to be brilliant. He understood the law, and how it needed to operate and be enforced. He was also the 16th president of the United States. But he made his bones, as they say...

Tales From The Blue Line 7

Christmas time has always meant more action on the family trouble home front. Of course, it doesn’t end there; the anticipation of happiness and celebration during the season can provoke the unhappiness, and downright depression, of those who have problems in...

Tales From The Blue Line 6

The Detective Captain standing at the podium was not well liked. Most days we’d see him in the Detective Bureau assembly at about 3:45 p.m.; tall, slim, hard bodied. He had a big nose and wore thick rimmed glasses. He was openly taunted and even mocked by older...