He'd Confessed Everything - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt

He wasn't an easy guy to track down. He was good at getting away, blending in, hiding. Like that time in 97 after the Bank of America heist. His accomplices were easy enough to find, one ofter the other. But the leader had easily slipped the flailing reach of the long arm of the law. Without a trace. It was like he had just evaporated, like he...well, you get the idea.

Thus it was a day for celebration in Precinct 79 when Captain Morganstern triumphantly paraded him from the squad car, through the Division and into Interview Room 5. Detectives and and beat cops alike knew the story. They'd heard about the elusive reprobate for years. He was almost an urban legend in the cop shop. And yet here he was in the flesh on the other end of Captain Morgenstern's handcuffs.

The interview took hours. Cigarette smoke, and the stench of stale coffee and body sweat seeped beneath the locked door. By the time all was said and done the sun had long since sunk low in the western sky. Morgenstern buzzed Commissioner Black to let him know the session had come to an end and the Commissioner said he'd be right down. He wanted to congratulate him in person.

But when Black arrived at Room 5 Morgenstern was alone with no sign of the inveterate criminal. The Commissioner's face said it all. He didn't even have to ask because Morgenstern knew exactly what he was thinking.

"We couldn't hold him" said Morgenstern, sheepishly. "It's not like he'd confessed everything."

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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