I have been to a funeral of a friend I have known all my life. His Name was Sam Bradley. He was the police chief of a little back water town here called Brookside.
That ol killer cancer snuffed out his life.
Had I went into his town and broke the law, he would have wrote me a ticket or possibly locked me up. Even though we had known each other all our lives.
But he would never have abused me or used excessive force, not on me nor do I believe anyone else. I never saw it in him! Not that he could not be tough as a pine knot if need be.
But Sam is gone and they are no more Sam's. to dam Bad.
Beerbelly
