“Just shut up and kiss me.” ~ Beckett

New Picture (10)

Melanie Atkins

I don’t really know how to start today’s blog, because I’m still reeling from last night’s episode. I couldn’t go to sleep after screaming so hard at the TV. My first thought was WTF? Followed closely by the idea that the writers have lost their minds. Completely. Lost. Their. Minds.

The entire plot seemed so contrived, so ill-conceived, that I just lay in bed in shock. Then this morning I read an article that partially restored my faith. Partially, I say, because I’m still not happy with the route they’ve taken with the characters I love so much.

I would not have written it this way. Aarrggh!

The entire episode was a thrill ride, with so many ups and downs and twists and turns, I couldn’t keep up. I won’t go through the particulars about the “case” here, about Loksat and what it might mean, but I do know that I simply didn’t buy the manufactured danger. Bracken is dead, but now someone even bigger and badder that that slimeball hunting Kate? Ho-hum. Here we go again.

Then Rick’s stepmother pops up — his freaking stepmother, Rita, who has apparently been married to Jackson Hunt for ten years, a woman we knew nothing about, who just conjures herself up out of thin air even after Hunt lectured Rick about having no attachments. WTF? I thought he was a solitary soul, a ghost who never put down roots, but he got married? Unh-uh. Doesn’t fit. Then Rita has the gall to give Kate advice. Advice she stupidly takes. I’m sorry. I still believe Rick will be a heck of a lot safer with her than without her.

At this point in the show, my head was spinning. And unfortunately, that was just the beginning of the surprises the powers-that-be had in store for us. I’m keeping my part of the blog short today because all I want to do is rant about Kate leaving Rick. The article I read gave me hope that all will be well in the end, but I’m still angry at the path — or should I say the separate paths? Grr! — that they’ve sent Kate and Rick down.

This is supposedly a 6-7 episode arc, so it will last for a while. Lovely. The showrunners have promised, however, that they are committed to the Caskett relationship — i.e. Caskett happiness — and that at the end of the arc, their relationship will again evolve. That’s the word they used: evolve. Sigh. Maybe it’s the romance writer in me, but I want Caskett love.
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Lee Lofland

This is one time when Good Cop and Bad Cop agree… WTF! I mean, what were and are the writers thinking? Do they have absolutely no imagination or a single new idea between them? Actually, this one was so bad that I’d prefer an entire show featuring a drunk, batsnot-crazy Lanie over the garbage I saw this week.

In addition to psycho Beckett leaving Castle to go off and singlehandedly save the world, we were introduced to Super Rita, Castle’s stepmom. Rita is, of course, the baddest and most secretest agent on the planet, and she has the uncanny ability to show up at just the right moment to save the day, no matter when or where that may be. Yeah, right. I guess the magic runs in the family because Castle has become the only human in the world who can solve a crime. Even the feds have to call on him to solve their cases. Soon, writers, you’ll not need to worry over new character development because everyone will be forced to use the same hero, the one and only Richard Castle. So long Jack Reacher and Kinsey Millhone.

Beckett showed us a new skill last night…cowboy surgery. Yep, they went there and I’m still shaking my head over it. Beckett took a big swig of straight vodka, right out of the bottle (winos everyone now have a new hero), and then used a needle and thread to sew up a huge, gaping gunshot wound on her side/abdomen (apparently the bullet grazed her flesh, carving a path as it went) Then she bravely forged on to do more stupid stuff.

Speaking of stupid stuff.

– Remember the bad guys who were shooting at Beckett as she ran away down a narrow hallway?  They all missed her. For goodness sake, she was running in a straight line through a narrow space. A blind wildebeest with a slingshot could’ve done better. Yet, a gaggle of professional hitmen couldn’t get the job done?

– Why in the world would hotel security permit Alexis and Hayley to watch security cam footage?

– Alexis is now the show’s new computer genius. Don’t you just love her magic software? I heard, and this is between you and me, she buys it at the same shop that sells Lanie all her voodoo forensics supplies.

– The assassin at the airport. After he was shot and killed, Hayley pointed to a weapon on the floor. She said, “This guy had his gun cocked and ready to fire.”

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The gun (pictured above) was a revolver. Revolvers do not need cocking to be ready to fire. And, since revolvers do not have safeties, all a shooter has to do is pull the trigger and…BOOM!

– Beckett lost her gun again. Actually, she lost it twice in this one episode. The first time occurred when she left it on the bathroom sink, knowing people who wanted to kill her were looking for her. The second time was when a bad guy got “the drop” on her. He told Beckett to drop her gun and she complied by slowly placing it on the floor beside her.

– Ryan and Esposito also “dropped” their guns when ordered to do so.

Let me say this…Cops do not, not ever, give up their weapons. Doing so greatly decreases the odds of survival.

– The AG shot herself in the head. So what’s the first thing Esposito does when he sees the body? He removed the gun from her hand and examined it visually, right? Had this been a real crime scene their first step, before removing the weapon from the hand of the deceased, would probably be to call in the crime scene unit to take photos, use a 3D scanner to record the scene, etc. Then they’d remove the weapon from the hand. Besides, when cops handle weapons they always make them safe by emptying the chamber and removing the magazine, if so equipped. Then they begin their examination or processing.

* I goofed. Esposito grabbed the victim’s cellphone, not the weapon. Still, the above information is worth remembering, writers.

– Castle killed another guy last night. Had to. All the cops had surrendered their weapons to the bad guys. How many has he, a civilian writer, taken out so far? Anyone running a tally?

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– If the goal of the bad guys was to kill Beckett and the guy hanging out with her, then why, why, why did they not immediately pull the trigger when they had her standing before them? She was unarmed because she’d already handed over her gun. So why not shoot? Please, if this situation comes up again, just shoot her and put this tired and crappy “he killed my mama” theme out of our misery.

– Bracken was murdered. HOORAY!!! Unfortunately, we now know there is an even bigger villain who’s job it will be to further push viewers and fans away. That’s who this storyline is murdering…US! The folks who used to enjoy this show.

Beckett is leaving Castle so she can ride off into the sunset to wipe out the new super-duper villain. Well, it’s clear now as to where the trouble lies with this show. It’s not the writers. Nope, it’s Beckett. Get rid of her and all the nonsense will disappear. So please, do us all a favor and have Bracken’s boss kill Beckett (calm down, she’s just a fictional TV character). Without her around Castle can go back to being the fun and funny character he once was. Kate Beckett, my friends, is nothing but trouble.

There, I said it and I’m not taking it back.

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2015 WPA: A door kicking, good time

 

There is never a shortage of superstars at the Writers’ Police Academy. Pictured above are Catriona McPherson, Karin Slaughter, and Robin Burcell

 

Fox Valley staff (Joe LeFevre on left) making certain details are in place for the day.

 

Building entry and search workshop included a list of “How-Not-To’s.”

 

Police K-9 waits for his time in the spotlight.

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Safety briefing prior to entering the range for live rifle-fire training.

 

Fingerprint workshop.

It’s no secret that investigators often work very long hours and often go without meals while working to solve cases.

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Writers often ask if it’s possible to lift prints from surfaces such as those with odd textures and those that are wet. Well…

 

Learning to lift prints from difficult surfaces, including wet objects.

 

Clear print developed on totally wet surface.

The 2015 WPA was absolutely fantastic, and we’d love to see each of you in 2016. Details of the next event are on the way. Until then, here’s a little something that’s sure to brighten your day with a smile…

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

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Deputy Sheriff Bill Myers, 64

Okaloosa County Florida Sheriff’s Office

September 22, 2015 – Deputy Bill Myers was shot and killed while serving divorce papers on a subject. When he turned to walk away the suspect fired multiple rounds, striking Deputy Myers in the back and back of the head.

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Trooper Nathan-Michael w. Smith, 27

Virginia State Police

September 21, 2015 – Trooper Nathan-Michael Smith was killed in a car crash while responding to assist another trooper who was performing CPR on a civilian victim of an auto crash.

Trooper Smith is survived by his wife, two children, and parents.

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Officer Kevin Toatley, 35

DeKalb County Georgia Police Department

September 19, 2015 – Officer Kevin Toatley was killed when his patrol vehicle was struck head-on by a car traveling in the wrong direction. His patrol car burst into flames immediately after the crash occurred.

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Trooper Kyle D. Young, 28

Vermont State Police

September 17, 2015 – Trooper Kyle Young suffered a fatal medical event while participating in tactical training exercises.

Trooper Young is survived by his two daughters and partner.

Writers' Police Academy

Is your writers’ toolbox looking a bit tired and used up these days? Do you find yourself recycling stale material no matter how deep you dig for it? Well, if you’ve noticed it, it’s likely your readers are starting to grumble, wishing you’d move on past cordite and terms like flatfoot and gumshoe.

So, here are six brand new and still-shiny facts and ideas you can toss into your toolbox for use in your current work-in-progress. After all, National Novel Writing Month is just around the corner so something new might be just the thing to brighten up a hard to write scene.

Six Facts for Your Writers’ Toolbox

1. Thermal On Demand (TOD) is a new device that allows firefighters to see detailed images—doors, light switches, furniture, victims, etc.—in smoke-filled, pitch-black places.

2. Researchers from Ben-Gurion University have developed a personality profiling technique to assist in identifying potential school shooters. The process uses vector semantics (constructing vectors that represent a variety of known personality disorders and traits) to analyze and gauge the similarities with writings of a suspect/subject. The data analysis is completed automatically via computer.

3. Scientists have discovered a method for dating fingerprints. Using a cumbersome and lab-stationary, imaging mass spectrometer (the device is not a mobile/transportable device), they’ve been able to correctly age prints up to four days. However, the prints tested were single prints deposited on polished silicon surfaces—perfect prints on perfectly-suited surfaces for testing. Experts say their next move is to test over longer periods of time, and to test on more real-life surfaces. But it’s a start. Imagine being able to rule out a suspect because his prints were left at the crime scene two weeks prior to the murder. Or, to arrest a guy because his prints were the only fingerprints left at the scene on the exact day of the homicide.

4. A new device allows the military to better hear incoming radio messages by using bone conduction of vibrations to transport sound, instead of relying on a sound that’s traditionally emitted by speakers. The device is super small, the size of a dime, which is far lighter and less cumbersome than a radio. It’s attached to a wearer’s helmut and transmits messages by turning them into vibrations. The wearer’s skull bones then send those vibrations straight to the inner ear/cochlea, bypassing the ear canal and eardrum entirely. This is an added bonus because the wearer is then free to wear hearing protection and, at the same time, receive important messages.

5. Vienna, Austria is the home of the IMS (International Monitoring System, a first-alert station that monitors nuclear transgressions throughout the world. Receiving daily real-time data from stations in 89 countries, the IMS is able to detect nuclear testing anywhere on the planet. To identify nuclear activity, the IMS analyzes atmospheric gases as well as sensitive seismometers to detect earth movement. Eleven stations monitor underwater sounds and acoustic waveforms. Since sound travels so well underwater, eleven stations are enough to cover the entire world.

6. Smart watches are a source of hacking/mining personal data. For example, a hacker using a camouflaged app could be used to steal information from emails, banking details, passwords, etc. In fact, researchers used motion sensors on smart watches to accurately guess what a user was typing. It was through the use of a homegrown app that caused the data “leaks” produced by the motion sensors.

Castle: XY

 

“Yeah, well, this sort of thing happens to me a lot.” ~ Richard Castle.

New Picture (10)

Melanie Atkins

Spoiler alert! If you haven’t watched the first episode of the new season, stop reading now. Okay, that said… wow! I didn’t know what to expect from season eight after learning that the show’s creators, Andrew Marlowe and his wife, Terri Edda Miller, had decided to leave after seven seasons, even after ABC renewed Castle. At first we didn’t know if Nathan and Stana, who portray Rick and Kate, would return, and then Nathan signed. Stana didn’t agree to come back until she met with the new showrunners, former Castle writers Terence Paul Winter and Alexi Hawley (who also worked as co-showrunner for The Following), and they assured her of the show’s continued character growth and cohesiveness. I’m so glad they both agreed to stay, and boy, was I thrilled with episode one of season eight.

All of the changes hinted at over the summer had me a bit worried before the show aired. Pretty early on during the hiatus, we learned that Gates had moved on to 1PP, leaving her position open at the 12th… and that Kate would take that job rather than running for the state senate. I’m so glad the writers went in that direction. One crisis averted. Of course, with Gates out, that meant Penny Johnson Jerald no longer would be part of the show (even though the door is open for her to return at some point should the story call for it). Enter two new characters, one of whom we met in episode one: Toks Olagundoye portrays Hayley Shipton, a stealth security specialist with a shady past who will reappear quite frequently. The other is Sunkrish Bala, a new tech expert who will also pop in from time to time. We’ll have to see what they add to the show.

Winter and Hawley claim Castle will be “less of a procedural and more character-driven” this year. They intend to focus on deepening Rick and Kate’s relationship, the true heart of the show, rather than on weird cases—as evidenced by Rick’s intense response to Hayley Shipton’s statement about his love for Kate. “You must really love her,” she says, and he comes back with, “Like a house on fire.” Oh, yeah. I adore this new approach and trust the powers-that-be to bring us back to that at the end of this adventure-packed, two-part introduction to season eight.

The season gets off to a heart-warming start in episode one with a delicious little scene between Rick and Kate at the loft on Kate’s first morning as captain. After that, we learn where Gates has gone, that Ryan and Jenny are expecting their second child, and that Rick has revamped his PI office and plans to revive his practice. With Kate taking over for Gates, he won’t be able to follow her around like he has in the past, although he will still accompany Ryan and Esposito to crime scenes from time to time. Alexis is now Rick’s partner in his PI business, even though he doesn’t know it at first, and quickly proves she can handle the job. I like this new development.

The beautiful bracelet Rick gives Kate as the show opens, with their word Always inscribed inside, comes back to haunt him when he finds it in a pool of her blood after she mysteriously disappears on her way to a meeting at 1PP. Then he learns that she did not, in fact, have a meeting, and that she lied about where she was going and with whom she spoke on the phone during a strange call she received during their little celebration.

After that, the chase was on. I was on the edge of my seat as Rick, Alexis, and the boys searched for Kate and found kickass Hayley Shipton instead. The woman quite effectively took down Rick, but then proved to be an asset with information to share. Turns out that William Bracken, the U.S. Senator and presidential hopeful Kate put away in season six for murdering her mother and many others, is behind her disappearance. Rick’s impromptu visit with the man at the prison seemed unlikely and far-fetched, but I bought it because the story moved so fast.

The boys, Rick, and Alexis keep moving, following clues, until Rick disappears as well. His captors want to know where Kate is, and he can’t help them because he has no idea. They torture him by putting huge black spiders on his face, then tying an entire plastic bag filled with the horrid creatures over his head… and I had to look away. Ewwww! I despise spiders, especially big ones, and that really grossed me out. From what I read, Nathan got the director to put them on his face first, so he’d know for sure they wouldn’t hurt him, and then did the scenes without flinching. I don’t know whether to be impressed or appalled by that little nugget of information. Just recalling how creepy the spiders looked inside the bag makes me shiver.

Rick managed to escape before his captors could kill him, only to be cornered again, then rescued by Kate, who shoots his attackers. He questions her, but she only begs him to trust her, tells him she loves him, kisses him, and then vanishes before help arrives. Ack! What the heck is going on? I have a theory after reading a couple of spoilers for next week, but I hesitate to post it because I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s viewing pleasure. One thing I will share is that while XY was told from Rick’s point of view, XX, next week’s episode, will be told from Kate’s vantage point. The writers did this not only for story purposes, but also for logistical reasons. (Stana was still shooting a movie overseas during the first week of Castle filming in July, so the powers-that-be had to work around her absence. This is how they chose to handle it.)

The fast-moving, heart-pounding storyline in these two episodes must have been driven partly by Hawley’s experience on The Following, because the edge-of-your-seat suspense, the tight editing, and even the driving score beneath the action kept me enthralled even though the show now has a different twist. The episode left us hanging, because this is only part one of this two-parter. Kate is still out there somewhere, chasing answers in an apparent effort to keep Rick safe. I can’t wait to find out why she’s put her new job on hold to do this. No, it’s not logical at all, and I can already hear Lee criticizing the new direction the show has taken, but IMHO, it makes for good TV… and I can’t wait for episode two!

What did you think about episode one of season eight? 

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Lee Lofland

What did I think of the season opener? Well, you know I’m not a fan of the never-ending saga of “Who Killed Beckett’s Mom.” I’d truly hoped the beating of dead horses might be a thing of the past, but noooooo.

At least we know Beckett’s kidnapping was only a pretend abduction. And Castle, bless his twisted little writer’s heart, is still the only human connected to the NYPD—the entire department—who can solve a case. I know when I was still working homicides the first thing I did before examining evidence was to ring up Lee Child or Lisa Gardner. After all, as mystery/thriller writers they’d know more about real-life investigations than a trained and experienced police detective, right?

Okay, I guess the secret is finally out, and I’m glad it is. We detectives have been holding this to ourselves for far too long. It’s time that you, the public, hear it from us. We never work a criminal case without first consulting a mystery writer. That’s right, each police investigator maintains a long speed dial list containing the names and numbers of numerous bestselling authors. So forget what you thought you knew about CSI, because the actual checklist for crime scene investigations goes something like this.

1. Call comes in. A murder.

2. Dispatch assigns call to Officer J. Smith.

3. Officer Smith calls Michael Connelly to ask what he should do next.

Yeah, right…

Of course, Lanie didn’t disappoint me. Her opening comments at the crime scene were, as always, dumb. And, the things she said—wounds were from a downward angle, maybe 45 degrees, which means they all were probably shot from up there (she pointed toward a balcony when she said, “up there”)—did nothing to help the story. Not to mention that she couldn’t know any of those details merely by looking at a fully-clothed dead body. Those are findings that would come only at autopsy. It was almost as if the actor’s contract included a clause mandating an appearance in the episode, so writers penned something really quick to give her moment of screen time. Didn’t matter that Lanie’s lines were basically unbelievable.

And…

Esposito is our hero ’cause he’s so big and strong. So strong, in fact, that when he put his shoulder against a door the entire thing fell off its hinges. Dumb, dumb, and dumber. Try that in real life and he’d most likely find himself nursing a bruised shoulder while looking at a door that didn’t budge.

While Castle’s visit to the prison may have looked cool it couldn’t happen at an actual prison. Inmates must submit the names of people who might someday show up to visit. The list is typically a pre-determined number of ten people, or so. Prison officials then approve or deny the people on the list, a process that, of course, takes several days. Therefore, only the people named on the inmates approved visiting list would be allowed inside the prison to visit. Remember, there are scheduled days and times for inmate visits. Private citizens, including mystery writers, may not show up at will for an impromptu visit with a prisoner.

Anyway, the episode was just okay for me. I’ve not yet formed an opinion about the new character and how she’ll fit into the story. I am, however, thinking the PI thing might be the best route to take at this point. I can see that scenario as a brand new show that could work out nicely. In fact, that portion of last night’s episode was more like the Castle we used to know and appreciate. Although, that, I believe, is what felt odd to me—the attempt to blend Silly Castle with Dark Castle. I also found myself enjoying the parts of the show without…and I almost hate to say this, but will…without Beckett, the precinct, and, well, sans the whole NYPD.

You know, PI Castle with all his goofy toys and antics could also breathe some life into what’s become a weekly rehashing of same-old-same-old.

What about you? Was this a good start to season eight, or just more of the same old thing? Do you agree with Good Cop Melanie, or do you side with me?

A prisoners journey: Part 2

 

Inmate J.L. Bird, #12345-678, had always enjoyed living in California. The scenery was absolutely to die for, and the Mexican cuisine was, without a doubt, the best in the country. Somehow, though, the view didn’t quite seem the same when seeing it through windows covered in heavy metal mesh.

The Marshal had been driving about two hours when Bird reached into his paper sack and pulled out one of the boiled eggs. He gave it a couple of gentle whacks against the aluminum seat back in front of him and then began the tedious process of picking away the shell one small fleck at a time. After a quick inspection to be certain he’d removed all traces of the outer covering, he devoured the egg in two bites. The second one, though, he decided to savor, nibbling at it and letting his tongue enjoy the creamy texture of the yolk. Besides, who knew when the next meal would come.

The inmate seated next to him on his left, a man whose exposed flesh was mostly covered in jailhouse tats, slept soundly. His shaved head lolled from shoulder to shoulder depending on the direction of curves and varying depths of potholes. A bluish-black cobra adorned the back of his head, and the words “You Die” were inked across his forehead in large block letters.

The man directly in front of him wore his hair in long dreadlocks that he’d gathered into ponytail by using a series of bright pink rubber bands. Next to him sat the fattest man Bird had ever seen in prison khaki. His breathing was loud and wheezy and each exhale produced a faint whistle. His nerdish-cut greasy hair was the perfect compliment to the three-day growth of deep black whiskers covering his cheeks and upper neck.

Bird passed the time by thinking about how wonderful it would be to stand outside in the midst of the almond orchard they’d just passed. Or to feel the sunshine on his arms and face while tending to the dairy cows at the massive farm he’d seen back near Barstow.

After traveling through a very long stretch of nothingness followed by desert as far as the eye could see, the driver finally slowed and turned left into what appeared to be an abandoned airport. She pulled over next to a dilapidated tin shed and asked if any of the prisoners needed to use the restroom.

Bird waited his turn as the Marshals let them out two at a time to expel their water right there on the asphalt. The female marshal was nice enough to look the other way while her male partner stood watch over the tinklers.

Twelve men later, and a nice-sized S-shaped river that disappeared beneath the van, the side door was closed and padlocked, and the driver headed straight for a cracked runway with tall, dry weeds sprouting through the jagged openings. She hooked a left after passing a series of rundown metal buildings of varying sizes. And that’s when Bird first saw the menagerie of sheriff’s vans and buses, prison vehicles, and an array of heavily-armed officers from various agencies. A couple of snipers stood on roof of an old hanger, and several sunglass-wearing BOP (Federal Bureau of Prisons) officers stood on the asphalt pavement. They each held a long gun of some sort—pump shotgun or military-style rifle. Those guys were not there to play games. No sir.

“Where are we?” Bird asked the female Marshal.

“My guess would be an airport,” she said, and looked to her partner who politely chuckled at her weak attempt at humor.

“How about this, then,” Bird said. “Where are we going?”

“You know we can’t tell you that, Bird,” said the male Marshal. “Obviously, you’re going to take a little trip. So just sit there and be quiet. You’ll find out where you’re going when you get there.”

Bird leaned back in his seat. Fat Guy was fidgeting in his seat and sweating profusely, and his breathing whistles had grown louder and higher-pitched, almost to the point of “only dogs can hear.” He toyed with the black box mounted between his cuffs. Bird wondered what he’d done to warrant the added security.

Movement on the runway caught Bird’s eye. The officers outside began to assemble into a somewhat orderly formation. They were also watching the sky. Something was about to happen…and it did. A dot appeared above the horizon and, within a matter of seconds, it grew into a large passenger jet.

The plane made its approach and touched down smoothly, stirring up clouds of dust and sending a half-dozen tumbleweeds rolling off into the desert. The massive unmarked jet came to a stop in front of the officers. The roar from its engines was uncomfortably loud.

A rear stairway lowered to the ground and a handful of jump-boot-wearing marshals filed out. They spoke with the group of ground transport Marshals, deputies, and other officers, and then motioned to the driver in control of Bird’s van, who eased the vehicle forward until it was within a few yards of the plane. She and her partner opened the side door to the van and told the prisoners to step outside and line up, single file. A second door on the jet opened. This one was on the side, and a set of stairs lowered until it, too, touched the pavement.

As the buses and vans unloaded their human cargo, a steady stream of t-shirt and khaki-wearing prisoners made their way down the jet’s side stairs. As soon as their blue-shoed feet hit the pavement they were whisked away by the officers who were there to take them to their new home for the next 5-10 years, or longer. Some, like Bird, were on their way to court where they’d testify against co-defendants or to listen as their court-appointed attorneys pleaded for sentence reductions or new trials, or for whatever legal business warranted a flight on the Marshals’ mass transit system.

After comparing papers and photo ID’s, Bird’s group was loaded into the jet via the rear stairway, where Marshals guided them into seats that had seen their better days many years ago.

The interior of the plane was hot and the little moveable air nozzles either didn’t work or were missing. The seat trays had been removed and the carpeting was stained and sticky. Many years of accumulated artificial fruit juice, piss, and vomit, Bird surmised. The aroma of pine cleaner did nothing to hide the stench. He wondered how the Marshals stood being cooped up inside the funky-smelling jet day in and day out.

Within a few minutes they were taxiing down the runway, headed for who knew where. As soon as they reached their cruising altitude the pilot made a brief announcement. “You must remain in your seats at all times. You may not stand for any reason. You may not use the restroom during the flight. The air marshals on board are not flight attendants. They are here to insure my safety and yours. You will follow their instructions at all times. If you have any questions, please hold them until we land. Until then, thank you for flying Con Air. Enjoy your flight.” Only the Marshals laughed at the pilot’s attempt at comedy.

Bird closed his eyes, hoping to sleep the day away. But the nose-whistling fat guy wasn’t about to let that happen. He stood and began screaming some sort of gibberish about being terrified of flying and that he was going to kill the pilot. Well, it took all of four minutes and five air Marshals, a Taser, and a few well-placed blows to the head, shoulders, and lower back to silence that nonsense.

Bird closed his eyes again, hoping the steady hum of the jet engines would help him sleep and send him to freedom, if only for a few hours. Soon he was dreaming of life on the outside. Ah, to be at the coast once again…

 

Next up…Oklahoma City, good food, and the nightly all-nude girlie shows—for prisoners’ eyes only.

Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

 

 

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Deputy Chief John P. McKee, 49

City University, New York City Department of Public Safety

September 12, 2015 – Deputy Chief John P. McKee died of cancer he developed as a result of assisting with search and recovery efforts at the World Trade Center on 9-11-2001.

He is survived by his wife.

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Deputy Sheriff  Steven “Brett” Hawkins, 34

Harrison County Missouri Sheriff’s Office

September 13, 2015 – Deputy Sheriff Brett Hawkins suffered a fatal heart attack after responding to an emergency situation.

He is survived my his wife, four children, mother, and three siblings.

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Deputy Sheriff Dwight Darwin Maness, 47

McHenry County Illinois Sheriff’s Office

September 14, 2015 – Deputy Dwight Darwin Maness died as a result of gunshots wounds received eleven months earlier during an ambush attack. He’d responded to a domestic disturbance call, but upon arrival the caller stated there was no trouble and invited the deputies inside the home. It was at that time the suspect opened fire with an AR-15 rifle.

Deputy Maness is survived by his wife, son, stepchildren, mother, four siblings, grandmother, and  stepmother.

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Deputy Sheriff Richard Allen Hall, 45

Chatham County Georgia Sheriff’s Office

September 16, 2015 – Deputy Richard Allen Hall was killed in a vehicle crash. He was making a U-turn when a pickup struck his department vehicle.

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Sergeant Eric Meier, 51

Crawford New York Police Department

September 17, 2015 – Sergeant Meier suffered a fatal heart attack while searching remote and rugged terrain for a marijuana grow operation.

He is survived by his wife and two children.

5 to drive

 

Vehicle crashes, not guns, knives, overdose, or physical abuse, are the leading cause of death among 14-18-year-olds in the U.S. Did you know that nearly half of all teen drivers involved in car crashes die?

Have you taken the time to talk to your teen about the dangers of driving? How about the 5 to Drive rules?

1. No cell phones.

2. No extra passengers.

3. No speeding.

4. No alcohol.

5. Always buckle up.

You say you have not discussed the 5 to Drive Rules with your teen driver? Well it’s time you did…please. And here’s how to begin.

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There, see how easy it was to have the conversation?

* Above data and infographics from the National Sheriff’s Association and National Highway Traffic Safety Administration/Traffic Safety Marketing.
Karen Knotts: the dad I didn't know

 

Karen Knotts went to USC where she learned her craft from Emmy Award winning director Alex Siegal. She did Equity regional theatre across the country. Roles included a prostitute in “Norman is that You?” and a prude in “Mind with the Dirty Man.” Karen’s first TV break was a miniseries starring George Peppard entitled “One of Our Own”. She played a hippy hitchhiker. The part required her to recite limmericks while “smoking pot” while holding a guitar, then throw herself through the car’s windshield. Television roles followed, in “Return to Mayberry” she played a former highschool beauty queen, and in “Vice Academy” a demented prison guard. Karen did well in sitcoms, even being directed by the colorful Carroll O’Connor. Recently, Karen starred in “An Occurrence at Black Canyon,” playing a sexually frustrated artist in 17th century France. Upcoming is Sy Rosen’s “Speed Dating.” Other fun credits are “Twinkles and Friends” (a TV pilot for kids), “Out of the Shadows” (a documentary about illiteracy) and the stage farce “Lend Me A Tenor” in which she won an ADA Actor’s award for Lonnie Chapman’s Group Rep Theatre (GRT).

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When Dad was a boy, there were hard times at home. The family was poor, his father was sick and couldn’t work, and his mother worried every week about how she was going to pay rent. But when he got to high school, everything changed. Dad’s personality which had previously been shy and withdrawn, suddenly exploded. He often said this was one of the best times of his life.

He became a very known and popular personality on campus. His humor was emerging. He ran for, and got elected to class president, and he wrote a column for the school paper called ‘Dots and Dashes by Knotts.’ It was full of fun little tidbits (and humor of course) about other students and high school happenings.

Another great thing that happened was the beginning of a deep and lasting friendship with another popular boy, Jarvey Eldred. Jarvey came from a wealthy family who lived on the ‘other’ side of the tracks. He was handsome, fun, and a great dancer. Jarvey often borrowed the family car and the guys would go out on double dates together. All the girls in their class wanted to date them.

Don and Jarvey developed a song and dance act which they performed at school functions. Later, another boy was added make it a trio, Ritchie Ferrara. Ritchie was an awesome musician, he played banjo, so now they had even more booking appeal. Both Ritchie and Jarvey were dad’s life long friends.

Years later when Dad was hot as a performer on ‘Man on the Street’ (a sketch from ‘The Steve Allen Tonight Show’), he was invited to perform in Cuba (I’m not sure what show, I think it was a variety show). He went down there and immediately got sick, among other things he had a terrible stomach ache. Everyone was afraid that he would have to cancel his appearance. He called Ritchie, who by this time was a doctor. Ritchie immediately flew down. After his examination, he privately diagnosed the case as stage fright. So he went to the store, bought groceries, came back and proceeded to cook a huge Italian spaghetti dinner.

Dad was perplexed, he couldn’t understand the treatment. Then Ritchie started telling stories and they got to laughing, piling in the food, drinking wine, and next thing you know, that stomach ache had vanished! Dad went on to perform on the show. They did things like that many times for each other over the years, and Dad regularly flew out to visit Jarvey in West Virginia. To this day Ritchie still plays a mean banjo.

*You can catch Karen this weekend at the Mayberry Days celebration in Mt. Airy, N.C. She’ll be performing her show, Tied Up In Knotts!, at the Downtown Cinema theater.

www.KarenKnotts.com

 

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Of course, we’ll always remember

Mike Roche: The positives of 911

I was in high school when I watched the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center, open to the public. I like many others, admired the strength and dominance of the structures. They were the skyline of an eclectic city. Their absence leaves a void in the skyline, as well is in the country.

It is hard to believe an entire decade has slipped past me since that horrific day on September 11 2001. I was so looking forward to my daughter’s birthday and rejoining my family. I stood there at Emma Booker School that day as the President read to the children. Those same children that were unwelcome visitors to history, are now seniors in high school. They are now planning to embark on their college careers next year. On that day, one that seemed to never end. I arrived home long after my daughter had slipped off into slumber and was out the door before she had awakened. My days continued like that for weeks. Her birthday came and went without celebration.

Weeks later, we were finally celebrating her birthday with a visit to Universal Studios. I admired the resilience of the visitors to the park that day. We too had escaped the solitude that enveloped the country. Our joy was dampened, when I received the call to report to Ground Zero for a tour at the recovery site. The images, sounds and acrid odor linger with me a decade later. The scars in my lungs are a souvenir of my time spent on that hallowed ground.

While I dug through the rubble, I prayed everyday to help guide me to some discovery that would bring closure to a victim’s family. I believe it was those daily prayers that allowed me to escape without any emotional trauma. I was comforted on a daily basis by those unselfish volunteers with the Salvation Army and The American Red Cross. I cannot begin to explain the difference they made and the strength they provided to all the rescue workers.

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What surprised me most at Ground Zero was what did survive. Stacks of papers from financial houses, bone fragments, clumps of hair and a few articles of clothing. One garment that stood out to me, was a sweater probably worn by a twenty something year old female. When the victim slipped that sweater on that morning, she had no idea how her life would be altered within the next few hours. I am sure she anticipated  an uneventful day as she brushed her teeth and closed the door to her apartment for the last time. She no doubt looked forward to a happy hour that would never occur.

It was a year later that I was sharing a gritty, dusty shipping container with nine other bunkmates in Afghanistan. I witnessed up close the impoverished countryside that had been racked by war for decades. I thought how quickly we take for granted the simple pleasures in life such as electricity, running water, heat, air conditioning, as well as freedom from oppression. Most of all, as I stared at the stars in the dark cold night, I appreciated life.

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I wave the flag for all those victims and for their families that showed the courage to rise above the sucking vortex of life and make a difference in the world. Embrace life!

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While working as both a local cop and a federal agent, Mike Roche has spent three decades chasing bad guys and conducting behavioral assessments of stalkers and assassins. He started his career with the Little Rock Police Department. He was assigned to patrol, street crimes and as a financial crimes detective. After ten years, Mike started his federal law enforcement career with the Bureau of Alcohol and Tobacco. One year later, he transferred to the U.S. Secret Service.

Throughout his career, Mike investigated financial fraud, counterfeiting, threat cases, terrorism and protection of dignitaries. Mike retired in 2012, from the U.S. Secret Service as a special agent after twenty-two years. Mike was noted for interpersonal skills while assigned as a liaison with the FBI, CIA, and local agencies. He is an adjunct instructor at St. Leo University, teaching Threat assessments of Lone Shooters and Risk Assessments of Physical Structures.

Mike Roche is the author of police procedurals, The Blue Monster and Coins of Death, as well the young adult romance/mystery Karma!. His most recent works are , Face 2 Face, a non-fiction work on Observing, Interviewing and Rapport Building, and Mass Killers: How you Can Identify, Workplace, School, or Public Killers Before They Strike.