Officer Jeremy Henwood

Last week, I reported the shooting death of San Diego Police Officer Jeremy Henwood. Officer Henwood approached a traffic signal and pulled alongside a black Audi to wait for the light to change. The driver of the Audi, Dejon Marquee White, a 23-year-old with a record of minor offenses, then pointed a shotgun at the officer and fired. Officer Henwood died as a result of the shotgun blast. His family and fellow officers from his patrol team were at his hospital bedside when he passed away.

Dejon White had already shot someone else earlier that day before his encounter with Officer Henwood, and probably thought the officer was closing in to make an arrest. But we’ll never know that for sure because White was killed later during a shootout with police. Prior to shooting Officer Henwood, White had left a two-page suicide note. He’d planned to die in a shootout with police.

San Diego police officers outside the home where White was hiding out – SignOn San Diego image

But there’s a one event that most people do not know about this day, and that’s what Officer Henwood did during the final moments before he was shot. Here’s an NBC Nightly News video that shows Officer Henwood doing what all good cops do.

 

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Ted Bundy investigated for more murders

In life, Theodore “Ted” Bundy exuded charisma and charm. He was a good looking man who had no qualms about killing. He was tied to murders in six states, but he claimed to have killed many more, possibly as many as 30. He’d been arrested for murder in Colorado but escaped custody and went on to kill again—three times—while he was on the run.

Bundy not only killed his victims, he also visited the corpses in the hidden locations where he’d disposed of them. There, he’d sometimes have sex with the decomposing bodies. He even professed to be the “most cold-blooded son of a bitch you’ll ever meet.”

But Ted Bundy was eventually caught and received three death sentences in two separate trials for three murders in Florida. And it was the killing of 12-year-old Kimberly Leach that landed Bundy in the electric chair in the Sunshine State’s Raiford Prison. He was executed in January 1989.

Now, even after death, Bundy has made his way back into the spotlight. A vial of his blood, drawn in 1978, was recently discovered in a Florida clerk’s office refrigerator (what, no one noticed this stuff sitting next to the tuna sandwiches, Hot Pockets, and Diet Coke, for 33 years?).

DNA use in criminal cases hadn’t begun when Bundy started his killing spree, therefore, his DNA profile was not in any database. So, Bundy’s new-found blood sample has now been entered into CODIS (Combined DNA Index System) with hopes of solving a few cold cases. In fact, Bundy’s DNA will soon be examined for comparison to evidence from the murder case of Bundy’s former Washington neighbor, 8-year-old Ann Marie Burr. The case was never solved.

Hopefully, with the discovery of Bundy’s blood will come closure for many families.

You know, it’s a real shame that killers like Bundy can only die once.

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*Want to learn more about serial killers?

Dr. Katherine Ramsland

One of the country’s leading experts on serial killers, Dr. Katherine Ramsland, will be presenting a special workshop at the Writers’ Police Academy on September 23, 2011.

You have been found guilty

 

So you’ve been tried and convicted for a crime and now you’re ready to do your time. Well, it’s not like you have a say in the matter. But, the day has arrived. The judge found you guilty and sheriff’s deputies (that’s who takes you into custody after court) have already handcuffed you and are now leading you to a section of the courthouse you’ve never seen. Who knew there were jail cells back there?

You sit in a cell with a dozen or so other people of various criminal backgrounds, waiting for someone to transport you to the county jail. Soon, you hear voices and the sound of chains rattling. Deputies call you out one at a time and begin shackling you—handcuffs attached to a chain around your waist, and leg irons.

The transportation officers load each of you into a van and then padlock the door from the outside. Not a good time for your claustrophobia to act up.

You arrive at the jail where you’re herded into a large room. Then you’re strip searched, issued jail clothing, which you quickly put on, and then herded back into another large room. It’s now time to learn the rules and regulations of the jail. It’s orientation time, and you’d better pay attention. The rules you’re about to hear are important. They’re for your safety. By the way, if you don’t follow the rules you’ll find yourself staying behind bars a little longer than you’d expected.

Now, please sit quietly and watch your orientation video, courtesy of the Chatham County Georgia Sheriff’s Department.

Sleeping With The OohAhCawCawOoh Birds

 

The epic ordeal is finally over. The movers showed up yesterday at 8am, as promised, and began unloading the first of the two moving trucks. And it went well. Our first day of island life had begun. What a pleasure this was going to be…

We’ve relocated several times over the past few years and this last crew wound up being the best of all. Of course, you’ve all read about the first leg of the move and the horror-story that was. But the guys from Mayflower totally transformed the experience.

They were great—walking-on-water-great, especially when compared to Satan’s Movers, the company we first hired (we just opened one of their “professionally packed” boxes—a cast iron frying pan packed on top of glassware). I guess I should’ve realized things weren’t exactly right when I saw the pitchfork-and-flames logo on the side of the trucks.

Yesterday was long. While the movers did their thing, a guy from the pool company was here replacing a pump (I was anxious to get into the pool after all was said and done). I mean, after all we’d been through for the past few weeks (I thought it had been a few years until I consulted a calendar) we deserved to relax in the pool, right?

Well, the moving trucks pulled away with me waving frantically to my new heroes, and the next thing I heard was, “That’ll be $522.” But, it was worth it, right? Sure, we’d already spent $2,000 on the pool…but it’s worth it, right?

So, while the little robot was hard at work scurrying about at the bottom the pool, cleaning and whatever else it does, I went inside to prepare for a much-desired dip. BUT…a large black cloud suddenly appeared from nowhere, and with it came lightning that zigged and zagged all around our house. It was a storm of epic proportions. Then I wondered…had Satan’s Movers followed the Mayflower guys to our new home? Was it Satan himself, the head mover, who was sending down the jagged bolts of electricity? Was he punishing me for firing them?

By the time the storm had dissipated it was nearly dark, and around these parts darkness brings out massive clouds of mosquitoes. And I’m talking…well, they’re out in epic proportions. So a swim was out. I’d have to wait until the next day. But, even during the rains, the wind, the thunder and lightning and mosquito swarm, the little pool robot never flinched. It was still puttering about. As I stood at the back door door gazing at the new pool, I found myself wishing that, I, too, could be a little pool robot, swimming without a care in the world.

Sure, I pouted for a while, but soon found myself enjoying the new surroundings. I also realized that I was extremely tired, and ready for some much-needed sleep. So…after a nice, hot shower I went to bed (two mattresses on the floor). I snuggled in, covered up, and closed my eyes. Yes indeed. I was ready for some total darkness and total quiet. Two things that island life promises. And it was delivering. It was graveyard still outside.

Well, I’d been in bed for only thirty seconds when, just mere feet outside our bedroom window, I heard a very loud (air-horn-loud), “OohAhCawCawOoh!” I sat up, trying to figure out what the heck could make a noise like that. Then it did it again. “OohAhCawCawOoh!” And again. “OohAhCawCawOoh!” And then the same sound came from the opposite side of the house. “OohAhCawCawOoh!” And then, it came from points all around the back yard. “OohAhCawCawOoh!” “OohAhCawCawOoh!” “OohAhCawCawOoh!”

And me, being the astute investigator that I am, realized it must be birds making those sounds. The clue that brought me to that conclusion was that the sounds were being broadcast from tree canopies. Clever, huh?

The bird sounds were coming from the palm trees and live oaks that are in and surround our yard. I felt as if we were in an old Hitchcock movie. So I laid there, eyes wide open and as tired as I could be, with my body screaming for sleep, listening to what must be a roosting flock of OohAhCawCawOoh birds, sent directly to me, courtesy of Satan’s Movers—more payback for firing them.

 

Images of the crew of the S.S. Minnow flashed across the back of my eyelids as I finally began to drift off to sleep…Trapped on an island for years…No way off…Headhunters…Bowling with coconuts…The Professor and…Movie stars… Hey, that’s right. Sandra Bullock has a home here. I wonder if she hears the OohAhCawCawOoh birds?

 

 

 

 

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

The Graveyard Shift extends its condolences to the families of these brave officers.

Officer Robert A. Lasso, 31

Freemansburg Borough Pennsylvania Police Department

August 11, 2011  – Officer Robert Lasso responded to a disturbance call and was shot in the head when he encountered the suspect. He was transported to the hospital where he succumbed to his wounds.

Corporal John Kendall, 63

Louisiana Department of Public Safety Police

August 9, 2011 – Corporal John Kendall was killed when his vehicle crossed the median and struck a tractor trailer and pickup truck traveling in the opposite direction.

Officer Nick Armstrong, 27

Rapid City South Dakota Police Department

August 7, 2011 – On August 2, 2011, Officer Nick Armstrong was shot as he and two other officers questioned four suspicious subjects. During the questioning, one of the suspects opened fire striking all three officers, one of whom died the night of the shooting (see last week’s blog for details). Officer Armstrong succumbed to his injuries five days later.

Officer Jeremy Henwood, 36

San Diego California Police Department

August 7, 2011 – While Officer Jeremy Henwood was stopped at a traffic light, a vehicle pulled alongside his patrol car. As soon as the car was positioned directly beside Henwood’s police car, the driver opened fire with a shotgun, striking the officer in the head. The shooter fled the scene, but was later shot to death in a shootout with police. Officer Henwood succumbed to his wounds the next morning. He is survived by his parents, brother, and sister.

Probation / Parole Officer II Jeffrey “Jeff” Settle, 41

North Carolina Department of Corrections

August 4, 2011 – Officer Jeff Settle was killed in an automobile accident when his department vehicle was rear-ended by a cable company truck. He is survived by his wife and three children.

 

Dope Smokers Beware: Your Fingerprints Will Squeal On You!

“Hey, Ralph, what’s up with all those flashing lights ahead?”

“I don’t know, Norton. Looks like a construction zone, or something.” Ralph leaned forward, straining to see through bloodshot eyes.

“Yep, it does. They’re never gonna finish the roads around here. Been working on ’em since Grant took Richmond.” Norton turned his head to the side and let out a belly-clearing belch.

“Hand me another beer. This one’s empty,” Ralph said, and then took a final puff off a non-filtered cigarette. He tilted his head back a bit and let the white smoke drift from both nostrils. Then he dropped what was left of the smoldering butt in the bottle, causing a slight sizzle when it hit the remaining foam at the bottom. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, aiming the old Rambler between the two blurry white lines.

“You got it, buddy,” said Norton. A grunt. “Man, this top’s on pretty…damn, that’s tight.” Another grunt. “Whew, got it. And that’s the last one, too.”

“Well, we gotta stop and get some more,” said Ralph. “I’ve barely got a buzz.”

“Me, too. I guess we’d better smoke another joint to keep it going,” Norton said.

“Fire it up. The night’s early and we’ve got places to go and ladies to see.”

“Hey, Ralph. Those lights are…holy crap…that’s a police road block. They’re checking to see if people are drinking.”

“Quick, throw out the bottles. No, they’ll see that. Toss the empties under the seat. And stash the dope in the console. Don’t forget to hide the bong, too! And the papers. Hide the freakin’ papers.”

“Hey, Ralph. Whatever you do don’t blow in the machine. They can’t make you. That’s what my cousin Rocky said, and his wife’s brother’s a lawyer, so he knows.”

“Shhh…He’s asking me to roll down my window. Don’t say nothin’. Let me do the talking.”

“Evening, Officer. Something wrong?”

“No, sir, I haven’t been drinking.”

Nope, not a drop.”

“My eyes? Oh, I got allergies.”

“Step out of the car? Sure.”

“No, I don’t want to blow in the machine. I don’t think you can make me do that, right?”

“No, I can’t walk that white line. I broke both my legs a few years ago so my balance ain’t so good.”

“A fingerprint instead? Sure, take all ten. The toes, too, if you want.”

“Touch that little box? No problem.”

Easy money. I’ll be back on the road in two shakes of a weasel’s tail.

“Under arrest? What for? I ain’t been drinking…”

“For driving while under the influence of marijuana? But…”

“In my fingerprint! You’re kidding me, right?”

Ralph looked at his index finger, turning it over to inspect the ridges and whorls.

“My fingerprint?” he said as the officer clicked the cuffs in place.

Yep, it’s a easy as that. Scientists at Intelligent Fingerprinting have developed a handheld device that can detect the breakdown products from drugs such as, cocaine, methadone, and marijuana. The machine applies gold nanoparticles coated with antibodies to a fingerprint, which then stick to antigens on specific metabolites. Fluorescent dyes attach to the antibodies and highlight the presence of any metabolites. And, in short, those metabolites contain traces of drugs, if any.

In the past, it’s been quite difficult to prove that someone is driving while under the influence of drugs (blood tests, usually). Now, with this new device, officers will be able to make that determination in the field, within minutes.

 

Sandra Bullock is almost my neighbor

 

Well, after one year of house-hunting and then enduring the five-day MOVE FROM FROM HELL we’ve finally done it. We found our new home in Georgia. And the search was painstaking…no, it was grueling. Wait, that’s putting it mildly. It was a horrible experience even though our Realtor was fantastic (I felt sorry for her at times, having to deal with me).

But we just couldn’t seem to find the perfect place. Sure, we could’ve broken the piggy bank and bought the darling little abode next to Sandra Bullock’s place, but the $2 million price tag was a tad over budget. By the way, Ms. Bullock stopped in the local grocery store yesterday and was kind enough to sign a few autographs between squeezing the melons and picking out choice cuts of meat. So, at least I know our neighborhood is probably okay (as you can tell from the above photo).

But it’s over, finally. We closed on our house yesterday afternoon, which was another ordeal. First the closing was on, then it was off, then it was on again, and then it was, “I’m sorry, we’ll have to do it on Monday.”

Well…that’s about the time when my fuse reached the end of the line. Yep, I blew my top. After all, we already had several vendors lined up to do their thing—carpet installers, the pool people, painters, plumbers, and pest control. And you absolutely have to have pest control on speed dial in Georgia. Have you seen the size of those Palmetto bugs?

Georgia Palmetto bug

But, after a nice calm discussion with the banker, the closing took place as planned.

After quickly realizing the error of her ways, she handed us the keys to our new house (the 7th in ten years) and we immediately drove there to have our first look around without our agent in tow. We were also able to see a few of the neighbors for the first time.

Yep, living on an island is going to take a lot of getting used to. But…

If it’s good enough for Sandra Bullock, it’s good enough for us…

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

The Graveyard Shift offers its condolences to the families of these brave officers.

Detective Fermin “Sonny” Archer, 48

New York City Police Department

July 14, 2011 – Detective Fermin “Sonny” Archer died from injuries he sustained in an automobile accident while on duty with the U.S. Marshals Service Fugitive Task Force.

Officer James Ryan McCandless, 28

Rapid City South Dakota Police Department

August 2, 2011 – Officer Ryan McCandless was shot and killed as he and two other officers questioned four suspicious subjects. During the questioning, a suspect pulled out a handgun and began firing, striking all three officers. The suspect was killed by the officer’s return gunfire. Officer McCandless was pronounced dead upon arrival at a local hospital. He is survived by his fiancée.

Deputy Sheriff David Jennings Dawson, III, 21

Greene County North Carolina Sheriff’s Office

August 1, 2011 – Deputy David Dawson was killed when his patrol car left the highway and struck a tree. He was responding to assist another officer when the crash occurred.

Trooper Frederick “Fred” F. Guthrie, Jr., 46

Missouri State Highway Patrol

August 1, 2011 – Trooper Fred Guthrie is presumed drowned after being swept into flood waters. The body of his canine partner, Reed, was found floating approximately 100 yards to the west from Trooper Guthrie’s still-running truck. Searchers are still in the area using helicopters, sonar, and other recovery equipment.

Detective Tina Rambo, 35

Ocean County New Jersey Prosecutor’s Office

August 1, 2011 – Detective Tina Rambo was killed in an automobile accident when an oncoming car crossed the center line and struck her department vehicle head-on. She is survived by her husband, two children, and three siblings.

Deputy Sheriff Bryan P. Gross, 29

Converse County Wyoming Sheriff’s Office

July 28, 2011 – Deputy Sheriff Bryan Gross drowned while attempting to save a teenage girl who had jumped into the river after fighting with her boyfriend. The girl was eventually rescued by bystanders, but Deputy Gross was swept away in the swift current. His body was found four days later.

Officer Daniel Ackerman, 31

Buena Park California Police Department

July 30, 2011 – Officer Daniel Ackerman collapsed during a SWAT training exercise. He was transported to the hospital where he passed away. He is survived by his daughter, mother, and sister.

Officer Russell M. Willingham, Jr., 28

Winston-Salem North Carolina Police Department

July 30, 2011 – Officer Russell Willingham was responding to backup another officer when his patrol vehicle left the roadway and struck a tree. He called dispatch to advise them that he was pinned inside the car and needed assistance. A few moments later he called again to say his car was then on fire. When rescue units arrived they found Officer Willingham’s car fully engulfed in flames. He died at the scene.

 

11 literary friendships

A friendship between two great creative minds can sometimes yield a bounty of great work, inspiration and mutual admiration for one other. Of course, it can just as easily spur on jealousy and hurt feelings. Both have been the case in real-life friendships between some of the biggest, most notable giants of the literary world. While we might hope these connections would always work out for the best, there are lessons to be learned from even the most tumultuous of relationships. Whether you’re a writer yourself, a college student or just love learning about literature, take a look at these great bookish bromances for some lessons on how to be a good friend to your nearest and dearest in life.

1. Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald

Already a successful writer when he met Ernest Hemingway in 1925, Fitzgerald was familiar with the greenhorn’s work and eager to help him move forward. Hemingway was not quite so charmed by his eager, self-appointed mentor — who was a bit of a sycophant and a drunk — but benefited greatly from the connections and help he offered. For a time, the two were close friends, working and socializing together in the literary heyday of pre-war Paris. Yet things were not meant to last between the two, as Hemingway could simply not abide Fitzgerald’s rocky marriage to Zelda, rampant alcoholism (a bit ironic, don’t you think?) and his lack of writing discipline. Hemingway became increasingly critical, and his public belittling of the man and his work, especially his unflattering portrait in A Moveable Feast, severed their friendship. Close friends say Fitzgerald was always hurt by Hemingway’s rebuff, but the other man’s opinions never softened — not even after the former’s death in 1940. The lesson? Choose your friends carefully — they may not always respect you as you do them.

2. C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien

It only makes sense that two writers, both famous for creating immersive fantasy worlds, would find common ground in real life and strike up a friendship. That’s just what happened between these two men, who met at an Oxford faculty meeting in 1926 and quickly discovered their mutual love for all things mythical. It was this friendship that helped spur both authors to write their now-famous trilogies. They bonded over their experiences in WWI, the loss of their parents and the desire to create make-believe places to escape from these deeply emotional pains. While always marked by differences in opinion, their friendship grew more distant as Lewis became more successful. Both personal and professional disagreements, including Tolkien’s hatred for the Narnia series, were to drive them apart. This unfortunately severed a close connection that had served the men well for many years. The lesson? Sometimes keeping your opinions to yourself can save a friendship.

3. William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Two of the biggest names in 18th century poetry, Wordsworth and Coleridge often held very different ideas about what constituted great verses, but that didn’t stop the duo from forming a strong friendship. The two met in 1795 and would go on to publish a joint volume of poetry titled Lyrical Ballads, a turning point in their careers and the larger Romantic poetry movement. The two were to remain close friends for many years, working together, influencing and evolving each other’s work and helping push forward their philosophies about writing. The two idolized each other, with each dedicating a poem to the other. Yet there were disagreements between the two (largely about Wordsworth’s poetic ideals) and their relationship was further strained by Coleridge’s opium addiction and resulting unstable personality. Eventually, they would grow apart as Wordsworth’s fame grew and Coleridge sank further into addiction, ending with the latter’s death from a heart attack in 1834. The lesson? Don’t do opium– it will ruin your career and your friendships, even if it does inspire some crazy poetry.

4. Philip Larkin and Kingsley Amis

While they might not be household names today, these poets and writers were some of the top British literary figures during their lifetimes. They were also friends from their days at Oxford, showing each other their poetry and prose and providing encouragement towards what would become successful literary careers. Larkin helped Amis write his work Lucky Jim (which is dedicated to him), and the two frequently wrote of and talked about the other in popular media. The two remained great friends throughout their lives, and with Larkin’s death Amis lamented that they would no longer be able to share, critique and promote each other’s work. The lesson? True friendships are born out of mutual respect and a desire to see the other succeed, even when you’re both competing in the same field.

5. Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus

Key figures in existentialism, Camus and Sartre met in June of 1943 at the opening of Sartre’s play The Flies. The two immediately hit it off, and when Camus moved to Paris they spent hours sharing their ideas, passions and even ridicule of other literary figures. Already having read each other’s writing before they met, their friendship was cemented within the first few months of their meeting, a relationship that would be filled with mutual admiration and respect. Yet a few years into their friendship, cracks began to show and the differences between the men came into stark focus. A battle over a seemingly innocuous political idea formed the downfall of their relationship. Sartre’s literary magazine published a negative review of Camus’s book The Rebel, and Camus felt it was a personal attack on him. Though the review was not written by his, he still responded with an open letter attacking him. Neither man willing to back down and neither willing to reflect on the qualities which had made them so eager to be friends from the beginning, everything dissolved. The lesson? Sometimes it’s better to forgive and forget than to try and win an argument– especially if it is pretty trivial in the grand scheme of things.

6. George Sand and Gustave Flaubert

The friendship between George Sand and Gustave Flaubert is an unexpected one. The two held fundamentally different views on just about everything under the sun. Yet they didn’t let this stand in the way of their friendship, and instead worked around their differences with a great deal of understanding. One striking example of this is that Flaubert sent a draft of A Sentimental Education to Sand to read, even though it mocked everything she stood for politically and religiously. Sand chastised him for being so harsh, and despite his desire to publish the politically charged novel as it was, he promised to remove anything she found spiteful — and he did. The two wrote numerous letters to one another which readers can peruse online — a great archive of their friendship. The lesson? A person is much more than their political and cultural beliefs. Your best friend might just be your exact opposite.

7. Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau

Emerson was impressed with Thoreau from the their first meeting and saw the younger man as a worthy protege. Thoreau, likewise, saw Emerson as a potential guide, mentor and friend, and though the two didn’t always get along they would form a friendship that lasted for decades. In fact, if it were not for the influence of Emerson, Thoreau may not have pursued writing as a career at all. During their relationship, Emerson found Thoreau work, hiring him as a live-in handyman and gardener and eventually helping him obtain a teaching position. The famous Walden Pond, where Thoreau would write one of his most well-known works, was on land Emerson owned. It was Emerson who would push Thoreau to self-publish and help him get the recognition and success he deserved. Sadly, the two had a falling out in 1849, but they still remained on speaking terms. Emerson wrote the eulogy given at Thoreau’s funeral and would continue to refer to him as his best friend until his death 18 years later. The lesson? The love and admiration of friendship doesn’t end, even if participants have to part ways.

8. Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley

Introduced by a family friend, Byron and Shelley were instant friends, and even rearranged their summers so they could spend them together as much as possible. Their friendship proved beneficial to the creative work of both writers. Byron was influenced by Shelley’s intellectualism, and some of his best works might not have been completed without his influence. Shelley was inspired to create a flurry of work in the time he spent with Byron, even borrowing some of his poetic forms in the works he created. While the two had their differences, Shelley made light of them by using them as poetic fodder for his work “Julian and Maddalo.” Their friendship was only to last six years, however, but not because the men had a falling out. Shelley drowned in 1882 when his ship, ironically named Don Juan after Byron’s famous poem, capsized and sank. Byron died two years later. The lesson? The right friendships can inspire you to be better (whether creatively or personally) than you would have been on your own.

9. Mario Vargas Llosa and Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The friendship between Peruvian novelist Mario Vargas Llosa and Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez devolved into one of the most bitter and acrimonious literary feuds in 1976. At a movie premiere in Mexico City, Llosa punched Marquez in the face for reasons that are still a bit unclear today, giving the victim a black eye and severing their friendship. Previously, the two had been close friends, with Marquez even being the godfather to Llosa’s son Gabriel, who was also named after him. While they differed politically, most believe that is was more than likely a woman who split them up. Earlier that year, Marquez had advised Llosa’s wife to divorce him after he took off with a Swedish stewardess. While this advice alone might have been enough to set him off, there is some speculation that Marquez may have consoled her in other ways as well. The two were thought to have finally reconciled in 2007, 31 years later, after agreeing to work on a book project together. The lesson? No matter how long it’s been, it’s never too late to mend a broken friendship.

10. Nathaniel Hawthorne and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

While Hawthorne’s most famous relationship may be his bitter feud with writer Herman Melville, his friendship with Longfellow is a much more inspirational story. The two men had a lot in common. They came from same area, had an early relationship with sea, found success and publication at an early age and even attended the same college and took classes together. Yet despite knowing of each other in school, it was not until much later when they became friends. In 1837, Hawthorne sent his novel Twice Told Tales to be reviewed by Longfellow, then the more successful of the two. Longfellow agreed, and wrote a glowing review of the work, sparking a lifelong friendship. It was not only Hawthorne who benefited from the literary advice and inspiration, however. It was from Hawthorne that Longfellow heard the story about which he composed one of his favorite poems, “Evangeline.” Ironically, Hawthorne’s praise of this same poem got him fired– a mark of the loyalty and love the friends had for one another. Hawthorne passed away in 1864, and Longfellow was not only a pallbearer at his funeral, but wrote him a farewell poem. The lesson? The best things in life are better when shared with a friend.

11. Emily Dickinson and Thomas Wentworth Higginson

In 1862, Dickinson saw an open letter Higginson had printed in the Atlantic Monthly directed at young writers and wrote back to him directly, asking him to read and critique her poetry. The two developed a lifelong relationship, with Dickinson sending over 70 letters and 100 poems to her mentor. The two were an odd match: Dickinson was a reclusive, shy poet, while Higginson made a name for himself as a fiery abolitionist, minster, war hero and women’s right activist. Though Higginson did not press Dickinson to publish during her lifetime, after her death he helped bring her work into print, even co-editing a volume of her poems which was well-received by the public– a task Dickinson would most likely have been glad to leave to such a close adviser. The lesson? Sometimes inspiration, a confidant and a friend come in unexpected packages.

 

* Today’s article is courtesy of  accreditedonlinecolleges.com

Below 100

The number of police officer line-of-duty-deaths this year is well over 100, 108 to be exact, a number that some say should have been lower but is what it is due to officer error. Still, whatever the cause, 108 good men and women are dead. Fourteen brave officers lost their lives in July alone. And no matter how the stories are told, the total is far too high.

So far in 2011…

44 officers have been shot to death

38 died in patrol car crashes or other auto related deaths

The remaining 26 succumbed to aircraft crashes, animal attacks, assaults, duty-related illnesses (9-11), natural disaster while rescuing a citizen, drowning while attempting to rescue a citizen, and more.

The time to reduce those duty-related deaths is now. Yes, there are things each officer can do to help insure their own survival, and the Below 100 Initiative is a great way to start. I believe it was the good folks at Law Officer magazine who came up with the idea after realizing that it’s been over 65 years since the number of duty-related deaths has been under 100 in any given year.

The Below 100 Initiative features five very important tenets:

1. Wear Your Seatbelt – It’s easy to forget to buckle up when you’ve just chased a suspect on foot and he suddenly jumped in a car and took off. You know the scenario all too well. You run back to your patrol car, hop in, and drive off after the prick with your rear tires screaming like two kids throwing tempter tantrums. But it only takes a second to click the belt in place. What’s more important, your life, or a scumball slipping away? After all, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. He’ll swim by again. They always do, probably sooner than later, too. Besides, you have his license number, right? He’s got to go home sometime. So issue the warrant and pick him later that night, while he’s sleeping, or in the shower when his guard is down (he’s not likely armed while taking a shower, right?).

2. Watch Your Speed – Sure, a high-speed pursuit is cool, but it’s also dangerous. And that danger spills over onto innocent people who aren’t expecting two vehicles to come racing by while they’re crossing the street carrying an armload of groceries, or worse, their small children. Also, remember those folks who don’t see or hear as well as they used to. And whatever you do, DO NOT follow the suspect’s tail lights. Keep a safe distance and watch the road. If you follow tail lights and that driver runs off a 100-foot ravine, you’ll surely follow him to the bottom!

3. Wear Your Vest – This one is a no-brainer, too. Vests save lives. They stop bullets. Flesh does not.

4. WIN-What’s Important Now? – Remain focused on what’s happening right now, not what could happen or already has. Distractions can kill you!

5. Complacency Kills! – There are people out there who WILL kill you. It ain’t Mayberry anymore. Sure, we all know those petty, passive crooks who’ll climb in the patrol on their own and ride happily to jail. But most are not like that these days. A cop’s life means nothing to them and they’re not going to drop their weapons simply because you told them to. Again, DO NOT let down your guard. Don’t look away from these people, not even for a second. Be prepared. Watch for ambushes. And, be prepared to do what it takes to survive. If you cannot, or don’t think you can do what it takes to go home at the end of your shift, then it’s time to re-think your career.

Remember, you have families who depend on you. And many of you have little ones at home who’re waiting for you to tuck them at night. So don’t be careless!