I know you have not heard from me for awhile, but I have been very busy. First of all, I’ve been busy at work. A few days ago some lady called the PD and reported that when she was a young girl, about 20 years ago, she overheard her father confessing to her mother that he had just killed someone. This was initially dismissed with a simple info report by the officer, and then assigned to me with an “I’m sure it’s nothing” comment from the Captain.
Well, “nothing” turned into some very specific details of an unsolved murder from 1988. The only good thing about it is- if the dad did kill this guy, we don’t have to go to court, because dad died of a heart attack last year. This might seem to be solved quite neatly (if the guy did it), however this may lead to a very bad precedent for the District Attorneys Office; for instance, why pay all that money to have a trial to convict someone of murder? They are going to die sooner or later, and according to the Uniform Crime Report, the death of the suspect is a clearance... that’s as good as an arrest! Think of the money we can save! In fact, everyone who is suspected of murder can be thought of as on Death Row, but just out on bail. We just let God carry out the sentence. When they die of, say, prostate cancer at age 87, the DA can make a big press release about how another murderer was brought to justice. My idea makes near as much sense as most of the other decisions coming out of those three-ring circuses we call “Court rooms.”
OK... deep breath, back off the soapbox... I also went to Westport and got back on the surfboard. Here I am at the “Groins,” hanging ten on my longboard.
I have no idea why it is called "The Groins;" perhaps "The Buttocks" was already taken.
While there I stopped in at “The Surf Shop,” and spoke to my old surf instructor Barry, who is still driving the very cool olive green Malibu convertible (I have to remember to get him a SWAT shirt). I then noticed that there was a police car parked in the same spot during the three days I was in Westport. I went to investigate, and found that it was a dummy in the car.
No, no, no... I don’t mean to say that the officer was one round short of a full clip, I mean he was plastic. In fact he looked like an old, wrinkled version of a Resusci-Annie.
I was told that this was the brain child of someone in city government who thought that it would save money.
I better not tell them of my “Death sentence” idea...
PS: A link to the Westport.cam; you can see a live shot of where I surf.