His Name Was Klaus By Tom Eck His name was Klaus—Klaus Wohland. It was an unusual name in our little southern California Catholic grammar school, filled with O’ Brien’s, Shaughnessy’s and O Callaghan’s, with a sprinkling of Moreno’s and Garcia’s. Klaus came to our seventh-grade class from Germany. He was a full head taller
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SQUEEZING “THE JUICE”—A Study of LAPD (Police) Evidence “Management” By Tom Eck On June 12, 1994, Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman were brutally murdered outside of Nicole’s home in Brentwood, California. Nicole’s throat was slit in a “Columbian Necktie” fashion and Goldman suffered over 33 stab wounds.The two bodies, left in pools of their
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Pondering Of A Cathouse Lawyer By Tom Eck The state capitol of Nevada in Carson is just thirty miles from Reno, the “Biggest Little City in the World.” But more significantly, it rests only three miles from a gaggle of houses of ill repute. It was in Carson that I began my law practice,
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The Lakeside’s “Mister Bojangles” By Tom Eck Find some music with a good beat here at Lakeside, you can almost always see 87-year-old Paul Katz, affectionately referred to as “Mr. Bojangles.” While he may not be able to “jump high and click his heels,” his rhythm and smile make it unmistakable that he
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Trading Tomorrows By Tom Eck In the song Me and Bobby McGee, Janis Joplin lamented, I’d trade all of my tomorrows/For one single yesterday/Holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine.” At that time, I thought very little about my yesterdays, believing I had an infinite number of tomorrows. But as years passed by, my tomorrows
The Wall By Tom Eck It was a beautiful wall. Completed just two years ago without the assistance of Mexico, as demanded by then presidential candidate, Donald Trump, it had done a marvelous job of shutting out the feared wave of illegal aliens from Mexico. It was electrified, fueled by the sun, emitting just
Substitute Flatulence By Tom Eck I was warned about them. Disrespectful, unruly… and even dangerous. And those were the compliments. “The class from hell,” my colleagues described them, as I sat in the Teacher’s Lounge, awaiting my first foray into a substitute teaching assignment I was now beginning to regret. I entered the
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