Kids are supposed to love, honor, and respect their parents, right? Then why, all of the sudden, am I starting to feel more like Rodney Dangerfield than Ward Cleaver. More...
It's 1952, and I'm a rookie in training at the Metropolitan Police Department in Washington, D.C. I'm working with Sergeant Grossman, a field training officer. More...
Oh eight, oh eight, oh eight. Sounds like a significant day in the Mayan calendar or when one of those nutty California cults will sit in a parking lot and wait for their master to return from space. More...