Monday, February 8, 2010



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I was a New York City Police Officer for several years in the 1960s. Each day I would go to work at the 18th Precinct (AKA: Manhattan North) and find out where I was working. Some days I would work in the office typing reports for the Plainclothes Detail who arrested prostitutes in Times Square. Other days I would be assigned to fill in to replace someone who was off and had been working in a "Radio" car. In the winter the very worst place to work was the piers on the Hudson River. I have never been so cold in my life. The wind blew straight off the Arctic ocean into Manhattan. I would wear many layers of clothing and it still would not help. I would find ways to stand between the uprights on the pier to stay out of the wind. The temperature was easy but the wind was a killer it would take every ounce of warmth from my body. My partner Don even bought a pair of electric socks any they did not work either. Maybe that is why I never liked duck hunting. Way too cold. I could hunt pheasants because I could keep walking to stay warm. No place to walk on a pier in the Hudson River in the 1960s.

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