What follows can only be described as an act committed by me in a moment of weakness. Not done in a mean-spirited manner but only because I had lost control so to speak, and, well, “the devil made me do it.”
So, this is not a lecture but a tale, The Tale of the Master Burglar, or the burglar’s burglar.
By Ed Meckle, Retired LAPD In the mid 1950’s, L.A.P.D. patrol officers carried .38 caliber, 6” barreled revolvers. The choices were either a Colt Officer’s model, or a Smith and … Continue reading
In the early 1960’s Los Angeles held the title “bank robbery capitol” of America. At the time, one in every 10 bank robberies in the USA occurred in the LA area.
As we clear the station, there is still some daylight left when we receive a call. “Unknown trouble” at the Coliseum rose garden. This type call can mean anything and usually does.
It is about 1960 and I am a policeman working Metro, the division that seems to do a little of everything. This day, I have been assigned uniformed security for the King of Cambodia.
By Ed Meckle, Retired LAPD What follows is a collection of random thoughts, of people, places and things. No rhyme or reason, just remembering… River Dwellers I am a policeman … Continue reading
In early 1965, I got an offer I couldn’t refuse. Not from Don Corleone but from Captain Ed Jokisch. I had been at Metro for five years, the last two as a sergeant—an absolute jewel of an assignment and one highly sought after.
Our hope for some quiet goes out the window early when we are notified of the armed robbery of a payroll messenger carrying just under 100K, in cash. Why cash? I don’t remember, but it was destined for a publishing house on Wilshire Boulevard.