Tuesday, March 4, 1975, was overcast and 18 degrees at 6:45 a.m. when Deputy Ken Crowley and I reported for roll call at the Wayne County Sheriff's Department Patrol & Investigation Division. We were assigned to work the scout car in Romulus, a nothing-special suburb west of Detroit.
January 25, 2014, was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Surf City, USA—also known as Huntington Beach, California. It was a pleasant seventy-two degrees, with not a cloud in the sky. The weather was especially nice since, just the evening before, I had flown out of Detroit, where it was two degrees with biting forty-mile-an-hour gusts. I had been in Detroit for a week of unavoidable family business with three self-absorbed siblings.