Back from the Beach and Guest Post

While I was away from blogging a few months ago, I did appear as a guest writer over at RainDog Blue's place.

It was his blogiversary; seven years!

If you ever want to read what American policing is like, RainDog is one of the best at providing a front row seat.

You can read my post over there entitled Free-Range Kids, by clicking here.

Note: I have been back from the beach for a few days and somehow am the only person in the family to contract a stomach bug. Stay far away from me! 

Men Communicating

The following occurred a few weeks ago...

The other day I was in the men's room at work. I was just about to use a urinal, when I noticed someone had not flushed the previous time.

Or maybe two... or three... or TEN times before.

As I was about to flush so that I could relieve myself in peace minus the stale funk, I heard a student talking on his phone in one of the stalls behind me.

I try to be cognizant of my surroundings, and it is difficult to ignore someone's phone conversation when they are that close, so I was forced to listen.

Well, the student was speaking with someone about a job, volunteer work, an internship, or something related, as he had a courteous and professional sound to his voice. He was also setting-up a meeting, as they were discussing driving directions.

I paused before depressing the flusher on the urinal and debated: "Do I want to be rude and disturb this young man's important conversation?"

That was met with the selfish thought: "Wow, this pee odor could peel paint and sure needs to be flushed!"

I decided to hold off on flushing.

Take one for the "man" team.  

I inhaled like a pearl diver before submerging into a clear ocean, as far from the source of the stink of course, and took care of my business.

As I was just about to walk from the urinal, the student in the stall was exchanging additional information with the other person on the phone and then I heard...


Yes, the sound of an industrial strength commode rattled the men's room. The student had flushed his toilet, but did not miss a beat and continued talking on the phone.

I laughed to myself.

I exhaled what was left of my vital air supply, and flushed my urinal twice for good measure.

So much for my attempt at being courteous, right?

What is the old saying?  "No good deed goes unpunished."

On Hope Solo or Hope Stevens

Last June, police in Kirkland, Washington arrested US soccer star Hope Solo (Hope Stevens is her married name) and charged her with two counts of domestic violence.

Ms. Solo adamantly denies that she was ever the aggressor and tells reporters that she was the actual victim in the incident.

The charges were later dismissed by a judge on "procedural grounds," but the prosecutor filed an appeal, hoping to continue the case. Oral arguments on the appeal are expected this September--which will allow Solo to play during the World Cup that started this weekend.

What exactly happened the night that Solo and family members became involved in a confrontation?

That is unclear.

It is interesting to read the official report that was released by law enforcement.

It describes Solo on the morning of arrest as a combative, belligerent, and intoxicated individual as she was processed by local authorities. Displaying these behaviors not with one or two officers, but with the handful of law enforcement personnel that she encountered at different locations while in custody.

Question for you Ms. Solo:

Do you really expect me to believe that you were NOT combative, belligerent, and intoxicated during the June family altercation when you displayed the combative, belligerent, and intoxicated behaviors to law enforcement shortly after the arrest?

This seems like just a continuation of her actions.

Combine this with the previous domestic incident involving her current husband (former NFL player Jerramy Stevens) on the day before their marriage, along with her "almost arrest" for disorderly conduct in January when that same husband was being investigated for DUI, and I do not have a positive impression of the US team's soccer goalie.

The description of Solo at all of the incidents seems to be consistent: combative, belligerent, and intoxicated.

It is sad that her sport's status could allow her to impact so many young fans in a positive way, yet she is consistently in the news for the wrong reasons.

I hope that she receives the help that she evidently needs.

But until then, I doubt that Hope Solo's encounters with the criminal justice system will cease.


You can review ESPN's story on Solo by clicking here or read the police report on her actions at the booking facilities by going here

Knuckle Duster

A friend sent me this article from back in March about representatives from New York City's Department of Records--they are digitizing over 30,000 photographs (from the late 19th century to the mid-20th century) from the NYPD's crime files, and making the images available to the public.

The photos range in subject matter--from cat rescues to award ceremonies to homicides.

In browsing through the collection, the following photo caught my attention.

Hoodlum Fav: Combination Gun, Knife, and Steel Knuckles
You don't see an Apache Revolver too often. Also called the "Knuckle Duster" gun, it was manufactured in Belgium around the turn of the last century.

The Knuckle Duster was a favorite of gangster types in the early 1900s, as it offered multiple options when fighting, carried 6 bullets, and was easily concealed (no barrel; folding trigger and blade).

Obviously, they also liked the intimidation factor of the weapon.

With no barrel though, range was limited--meaning very poor accuracy.

Reportedly, a major issue with the gun was unpredictability.

A user might pull the trigger to fire the Apache, but instead the weapon would explode in the person's hand.

Wait... firearms need to be reliable?


I can see where that led to the Knuckle Duster's demise.

Talk about how a loud boom and a trip to the ER could just ruin a weekend for Mr. Gangster.


You can view NYC's police photo collection, by clicking here