THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VIII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VIII

I left the compound as I’d come in, feeling about the same. Although the Beach Patrol part of my life with the San Clemente Police Department was unsettled, it was at least predictable and there also seemed to be no inherent danger in working with the personnel, the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VII

The one thing I’d come to understand about whatever it was I was supposed to be doing for the Western Whitehouse, at first with Haldeman and now no doubt with Mardian, was immediacy. When people in their positions wanted something, they wanted it right now. Physically...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

Chapter V Chief Murray and I stood, looking at the specially equipped and painted Boeing 707, with a big American flag painted brilliantly on the vertical part of its tail, until Kissinger, Haldeman, and Ehrlichman disappeared into its side door. The plane was called...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER III

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER III

I spent the next four days working out, as best I could. I had the endurance to run five miles straight, but I hadn’t regained the speed I one had before being shot and operated on so much.  My fears about the coming academy stretch were active, particularly at...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter II

The uniform shop in Santa Ana was located on the main drive passing through the center of the rather over-populated and kind of ragged city.  San Clemente was much smaller, tighter and kept its streets, sidewalks and plant life in much better shape.  Of course, San...