For Rob, this special day felt like... like... a vacation, which, of course, it was. It is one thing, however, to be on vacation and quite another to feel like one is on vacation. Rob felt it. It was a rare and glorious day. The sun was warm, and the air was crisp with the smell of salt. The sky was a sparkling Pacific blue to die for. Surfboarders dotted the horizon. Dozens of vacationers waded in the tide pools and shallows inspecting behind every rock, nook, and cranny for starfish or mussels, for sea crabs and for treasures, for dreams and for wishes. Dory boat trailers stood silent and...

It was a strange day, a strange day, indeed. The Chief of Police was sitting in the wrong chair. He was in the defense chair, and he just plead guilty to murder. "Let me make sure that I get this perfectly clear," began the judge with a careful and slow voice. "Say, again, how you plead to Murder in the First Degree? Did you murder Keith Simmons?" Chief of Police Frank Hardwin was fifty by a week. He was big and gregarious, and he was loved by everyone. But he had a demon. The whole town knew he loved a married woman- and the whole town understood. Unfortunately, the woman's husband did not...

Volume One was so successful that I want to personally thank all those who have read my attempt to relive the glory days as a police officer with the City of Portland. Volume Two adds more true stories about patrol on the streets of the City of Roses. Volume Two culminates with the infamous Biker War that rocked Portland. It was exciting

Charley Scrimshaw was born to a family to whom their Indian heritage had been all but forgotten. When Charley applied to the Portland Police Bureau, he dropped the last half of his name and simply went by the name of Charley Shaw. Following a violent automobile accident, Charley is retired and once again takes his full name, Scrimshaw, and attempts to reclaim his family's forgotten roots. Charley struggles with his new-found identity as an American Indian and suffers from a bi-polar disorder supposedly linked to the car wreck. When the mayor's wife is murdered, Charley Scrimshaw is called in...

Ride with me on patrol in Portland, Oregon. When I applied for the position of police officer, an interviewer asked why? I replied, "Because being on the street in a patrol car is where it's at " I still feel that way, but I can no longer be on the street in a patrol car. Wish I could. It is the good thingsfor which our memories long, and being a police officer was nearly the best thing in the world. The stories in this book are all true, or as close to being true as they could be without reading like a police report. All the officers in the book were employed by the Portland Police Bureau...

Immediately after Pearl Harbor, Johnny O'Leary enlisted in the Marine Corps and was sent to the South Pacific. Join him as he fights his way through two years full of jungle and Japanese. He is stabbed, shot, left for dead, and commissioned. He also receives a letter from his high school sweat heart. Much of this book is based on fact. My father really did all these things in the book. His name was John Henry Collins. He came home, after the war, and married my mother. Until John Collins became our father, we were living the life of a small, divorced family living in poverty. Thousands of...