"My God," I said on seeing this over the weekend, "how many people you hit with that thing?"
He reckoned he picked up this baby in 1985. It got twenty years of service after that. When I was police, this gentle and soft-spoken man had been a cop longer than I'd been alive.
And over it his home on the Eastern Shore this weekend, a few of us, including about half a dozen from my old squad got together and ate crabs, drank beer, and told stories. A good time was had by all.
And here's a shot from the pier at night. The stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Delmarva.