January is National Human Trafficking Awareness Month. By human trafficking I mean prostitution, or pimping.  Prostitution seems to be a forgotten crime that somehow has become cool. Snoop Dogg, 50 Cent, Jamie Lee Curtis (Trading Places), and Julia Roberts (Pretty Woman) made pimping and hooking glamorous and forgivable, a victimless crime, right? That’s not how... Continue Reading →

Recently, through interest in a development toward bigger things, I have been asked about what I do in Probation and Parole. Most don’t know. We are law enforcement agents, with the powers of arrest a lot like police officers. However, we have more authority over those already convicted of a crime. In most states we... Continue Reading →

I had the opportunity to work with all types of people in my time. From the super violent and vicious to the super weird. The weird were always the most fun. Once in a while The Green Mile and I would work with the unit specializing in the mentally ill. Before we got to our... Continue Reading →

Every city has a subdivision that is in the worst part of town, for a while I was assigned to work with that office. It was down by the docks, loaded with grizzled officers who seemed like they had seen everything. Almost every time I worked with them something wild was going on, never a... Continue Reading →

When I was working with the night detective team, they would always want to go to search some of my more active probationers.  This was defined by the odds of finding some sort of illegal activity and therefore some action.  One of my go to guys was Jay.  Jay was a known street gang member... Continue Reading →

My older brother’s birthday is right around Thanksgiving. The holiday makes me think of him.  He was killed by a drunk driver late on a Tuesday night in March, on his way to see me.  I got the news and my life was forever changed.  His killer was a small young female, drinking whiskey and... Continue Reading →

Brian had issues reporting on time for his mandatory office visits.  Meaning, he barely reported at all.  After he missed three or four in a row, I’d have to drive out to his house and try to catch him there.  In late November, he had missed too many.  I contacted him by text and told... Continue Reading →

Keith spent some time in prison and you could tell.  He was jaded and angry all the time, but not closed off.  He would explain to me how much prison had changed him.  A bump in the night for everyone else is just a bump in the night.  In prison, it could be someone coming... Continue Reading →