Jigger Justice


Six in the morning and the phone is ringing on my bedside table. I reach for it and answer without even opening my eyes; such is the learned talent and skill of a police officer “on call”.  In 1974, many detachments lacked the number of officers required to work 24/7 shifts. “Quiet” times were always covered by off-duty officers taking calls. Continue reading “Jigger Justice”


The Toad

ToadThe earliest citation of “before you meet the handsome prince, you have to kiss a lot of toads” can be found in a 1975 publication of “Better Homes and Gardens” magazine. Since that time, numerous iterations in word and graphic format have reinforced this adage among teens and young adults. Although originally gender specific by its wordage, the premise is currently prescriptive for all romantics in search of a compatible soul mate and long term relationship. Continue reading “The Toad”

Reach Out

via Daily Prompt: Impression

We pass each other on the street
No eye contact is made
Attraction may permit a glance
But for all else we act afraid

Or at those times with voices raised
In anger and frustration
Why can’t those others see your view
And show appreciation

Let’s change to venue that is safe
There’s not the same aggression
You bob and weave and smile and laugh
To make a good impression

And when that effort is displayed
Most often it’s returned
Think back and count examples of
How few times you were spurned

How different are those strangers that
Arriving on our shore
Are met with eyes averted when
They clearly wish for more

The lead is yours and clearly rests
Within your personality
Enrich your social circle more
Extend some hospitality


Race for the Gun

Authors Note: The names of individuals in this story have been changed to protect their privacy. While the events detailed did occur in a small northern community during my posting to Thompson Manitoba, Deer Creek is a fictitious name.

Thompson, circa 1988. Recently transferred from the Winnipeg Drug Section to Thompson, Manitoba and newly promoted to the rank of Corporal, my duties were focused on drug enforcement for all areas of the Province of Manitoba north of the 53th parallel. While most of this geographic area was comprised of wilderness interspersed with mining concessions, small towns and First Nations and Metis communities, it accounted for 60% of the landmass of the province and was the patrol area for myself and two other constables. Continue reading “Race for the Gun”