HOW I BECAME A COP

I’m a big believer in Divine intervention.  What I mean is that oftentimes we try to plan and calculate our important life decisions, but what usually happens it’s the chance encounter or the ‘lucky’ incident that dramatically affect our lives.  Take my life, for instance.  I became a Los Angeles police officer by what I think was divine intervention.  I was still in the Marines and had returned from my first overseas deployment.  I was stationed at a large naval base on the east coast.  I had decided to leave the Marine Corps and go into law enforcement.  I was due to be separated from the Corps in one week.  I was late for chow and took a shortcut to get to the mess hall.  Just by chance I ran into my old battalion Sergeant Major who I had served with overseas.  Neither of us had known the other had been stationed at this base.  After I advised him I was getting out of the Marine Corps, he asked me what I was going to do.  I told him I wanted to go into law enforcement, and I was going to apply to either Philadelphia PD or NYPD.  I also mentioned that they, like most police departments on the East Coast, had a one year residency requirement.  The Sergeant Major then asked me if I had ever thought about the Los Angeles Police Department.  He might as well have asked me if I had thought about a police department on the moon.  When I brought up the fact that not only did I not know anyone in Los Angeles, I thought I might have a tough time finding a job there while I waited for the one year residency to kick in.  He then floored me with the fact that not only did they not have a residency requirement; he had a high ranking contact on the department.  One week later, I was an honorably discharged Marine and flying across the country to Los Angeles.  I spent 22 years working as a police officer and later as a detective, and as they say, the rest is history.

FORENSICS: IT’S WHAT YOU KNOW AT THE TIME THAT COUNTS

When I was a young homicide detective we had a case where a young woman had been strangled and her body was left in a vacant field.  The body was naked except for her panties.  An examination of those panties revealed some small plant-like material inside them.  My partner and I took the material to a botany professor at a very prestigious university nearby.  After examining the residue, he advised us it was pink heather.  Additionally he told us it was a small plant that grows back east, not in southern California.  He also said it was it was used for garnishment in floral displays.  This really caught our attention.  The victim’s boyfriend was employed at the time at a flower shop.  Once we had this information we raced up to the flower shop and detained the boyfriend.  We took him back to the station where he eventually confessed to the murder.  The next day we got a call from the botany professor.  He was extremely apologetic and advised us that he had been incorrect in his analysis.  During the criminal trial of the boyfriend, the court ruled that the confession was admissible because the detectives were acting on the information they knew at the time, which was based on the expert botany professor’s analysis.  Every time I go into a flower shop, I still think of that case and pink heather.