Posted in Hard Things

Crash II: The Invitation

It was a Friday in March and the Spring was just trying to scrub the cold bleakness of Winter from the world.  Cooler days would come back in a last-ditch attempt to keep Winter’s grip.  But it would be without vigor as the inevitability of warmer weather made any real effort futile.  Spring was going to win in the end anyway.  It always did.  The skies were clear and bright with the sunlight that had become decidedly more yellow and warm, promising the awakening that I liked so much about Spring when it wasn’t raining or gray as Springtime in Colorado often is.  I was sitting at my desk, the only one in the lab this early and it seemed that it would be a quiet Friday.   “Light day today,” I thought, picking up a piece of video evidence which had come in the day before.  “A good start to…

Posted in Humanity

The Cat and the Camera

The bag in my inbox was different than what I was used to seeing.  It wasn’t flat and it wasn’t a small manila envelope with tape around it.  This was a real piece of evidence with red tape and marker over the tape to indicate tampering should it be opened.  There as a barcode label as well, official, clean, intimidating. As the new guy in the lab, there was still much that I needed to learn.  I knew the basics but I could sense on a daily basis that there were things I needed to know but didn’t yet.  It was unsettling but exciting at the same time.  A life-long learner, I never got tired of finding out something new.  Especially when I was interested in the subject from which that information flowed.  But, I felt tentative whenever handling something I wasn’t quite sure I should be handling, but no…

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Crash I: Cracks in the Armor

This is part-one of a multi-part series on a particular experience I had. It may or may not prove to be interesting. But the writing of it was and was necessary. I was not expecting to break down when Diane and I came to Home Depot, but I did.  We were there to pick up wall hooks or shelving or some such minor item to fulfill an equally minor need.  When it happened it felt strange, sudden, and utterly foreign in the moment.  I had cried before; I wasn’t immune to feeling emotion.  But there was the oddity of being in that place, so public, hard, and yet feeling such a surge of raw emotion was seismic in its duality.      There were the usual suspects in the store that day.  The gardeners, the ambitious, the handy, the more serious general contractors.  The isle bisecting the shelving with the product…