A farewell and then a hello

As I write this, it has been brought to my attention that one of the world’s leading child porn distributors was doing so from his home about 100 feet from my front door. Kind of gives me a queasy sense of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. An absolute maggot.

… Now I would like to start the column I was gonna write five minutes ago and tell you about an end and a beginning, The end is the ending of the fine career of C.S.O. Sgt John Daly, who retired from the department after 32 years of distinguished service. Sgt. Daly was born and bred in St. Mark’s Parish, served his country in the armed forces and his hometown as both an officer and a patrol supervisor. We wish him a long and healthful retirement. The beginning, well we would like to welcome aboard our new Community Service leader Sgt. James Doyle. Sgt Doyle, a former resident of Dorchester, worked for many years as a patrolman in C-11, then as a detective in South Boston and the Homicide Division and as a patrol supervisor in our little slice of heaven.

Dec. 30, 6:11 p.m.
Officer Dunne was performing traffic enforcement in the Freeport St. area when he observed an old Buick with a headlight out and pulled the vehicle over for violation. The driver didn’t have any identification on him at all, but his two passengers did. Both of them had extensive criminal records but no current warrants outstanding, so they were released. But the name and date birth driver gave did not match anyone in the state with an active license. Besides, what 25-year old doesn’t know his own Social Security number? You’re either a 25-year-old moron or you don’t want your identity revealed. In this case I think it was both. The driver was arrested for driving without a license, transported to C-11 and taken to the Booking Desk to await his turn for processing to determine his identity. When the suspect was brought up to the fingerprint portion, Officer Dunne observed some of the suspect’s finger tips were bleeding. It was at this time that the suspect admitted to trying to bite off his own fingerprints because he had several warrants. Soon after it was learned that the suspect had a warrant out of Peabody, four more out of Quincy, and no license to drive. This nitwit was willing to maim himself over five misdemeanor warrants and a V.A.L. charge. A true loser. Tastes like chicken.

Dec. 9, 7:50 p.m.
The C-11 Drug Control Unit was putting the peek on a couple of men in a gold Denali on Grant St. After observing a brief exchange of pleasantries with an unknown man, the detectives decided to talk to all three of them, but the unknown man fled on foot and made good his escape which left the two gents still inside the GMC. But as the detectives approached the vehicle they could see the two occupants’ hands moving as if they were playing a maniacal game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. The passenger was moved out of the car and it was learned that he was in fact sitting on a half-pound bag of marijuana, which I guess is a new way to try and absorb this drug? Then they removed the 27-year-old driver from Arlington and lo and behold, guess what he was sitting on? A Hi-Point .45-caliber firearm loaded with eight rounds, which means that if he had ever driven away and into a pothole, there’s a very good chance he would have given himself a .45-caliber enema! Or an irreversible vasectomy, depending on which direction the barrel of the gun was facing. Sounds like something my child-porn addicted neighbor deserves.