GIRDLES and FAT LADIES (updated)



The internal affairs investigator came out to the waiting area and brought

me back to his desk. He was short and heavyset, almost dumpy looking.

He had a gut that was so huge he would have to take someone else's word

for

it to see if shoes were tied. I guess that was why he wore penny loafers. His plaid jacket was probably in style when he wore it for his

first… Continue

MICHAEL THE POLOCK



I sat and thought abou t everything. About me, Michael Abromowicz. The

Polock cop. Probably destined to be a cop having been named after the

Patron Saint of police officers, Michael the Archangel. My mother,

Helena (God rest her soul) wanted to name me after Saint Stanislas, the

famous Jesuit and patron of Poland. But my… Continue