My best friend for eighteen years was a cop named Ken Pierce.
For eight of those years, Kenny P. and I worked together. He was a lieutenant and then a captain on the sheriff's office (and later retired as Major). I was a deputy. We also lived in the same apartment complex where he found each of us poolside accomodations for providing security.
On the street, we served the occasional felony warrant together, with him stepping in once to prevent me from arresting the wrong… Continue