The Devil Made Me Do It

Sense of humor, yep more trouble than it’s worth, usually. Not always.

After the third shooting I had lost all my faith in the issue .38 revolver. I wanted something bigger.

At that time I knew the San Antonio PD was issuing the S & W M-58, a 4″ bull barrel revolver, with fixed sights, in .41 magnum. I handled one and decided it was for me. I even bought a duty type holster and unless you knew what to look for, you couldn’t tell the difference between what I had, and what I was supposed to have. At that time, the only weapon Honolulu cops could carry was a S&W .38. Well, it could be a 2 inch barrel if you were plainclothes or off duty. Otherwise, 4 inch barreled .38 only. Period.

My sector of work at that time was down town, Hotel Street, and it rocked and rolled in those days. Pimps, pushers, hookers and every form of thief, liar and conman in between.

The sector sergeant was also a shooter, he knew I would say he didn’t know I was carrying an unauthorized weapon, so he looked the other way.

It was probably 2-3 am and I was talking with the sergeant. I had been working on a “working” load for the .41 and finally gotten one that shot true and hard.

I had spent the morning at the range and was displaying a target. It had been shot at 15 yards, double action, 2 shots after a draw. The target had all 18 rounds in the black. Not a real tight group, but still 18 .41 caliber size holes in a pretty small area.

J.J. one of our local pimps, happened to walk by and spotted the target.

“Shit Mr. Pritchett”, he loudly exclaimed “I thought you was good. Hell, I can shoot better’n dat wit my three fitty sebin” (OK, I don’t speak pimp really well).

I looked at him, and the devil jumped up and grabbed me.

“Shucks JJ”, yes, I actually said “Shucks” “you got to put it in perspective”.

I took his arm, turned him so his back was to the sarge. I then laid the target on his back, brushing flat very firmly so he knew where it was located. I then loudly announced, “Look at that Sarge, all 18 hits right between the shoulder blades. Yes, sir, a kill shot every one of them.”

JJ spun around with a loud “Mother Fucker. You crazy Pritchett.” And then he started walking backward, giving quick looks over his shoulder and without ever turning his back to us, yelling “Crazy Mother Fucker. Talking about shooting people in the back. Crazy Mother Fucker”, for the entire block.

Since we were standing just short of the intersection, that meant he had to go almost the entire block, to get out of my “sights” so to speak. And a whole lot of people between him and us wondering what the heck was going on.

Sarge stood there, a stern look on his face, and tears of restrained laughter rolling down his cheeks.

“Consider yourself given a stern warning”, he managed to choke out before collapsing against the wall and laughing for many long minutes.


Just Sayin’

Many have asked me about the recent court ruling on “open carry”. As I have told them, it won’t change a thing. At least not in my life time. I have also stated that I am not in favor of open carry in the city. Never have been.

It appears the State of Hawaii does not want it’s citizens to be armed. No permits are issued for concealed carry, very few “guard” company’s get carry privileges, and it gets harder to “acquire” a firearm every year.

Our home in Hilo is 7 miles from the Pahoa police station. That is 4 miles down highway #130, 2.5 miles up Ainaloa Drive, and .5 miles down Tangerine Drive. All open, wide, paved road except for the last .5 which is unimproved cinder roadway.

The other night, after dark, a vehicle pulled into our driveway, turned off its lights, and sat there. When my wife turned on the exterior lights, the vehicle reversed, still without lights, and drove to my neighbors driveway and entered, still without lights. When approached by my neighbor, the vehicle driver called out “I must have the wrong house”, backed out and drove off. Still without turning on the vehicle lights.

Suspicious? You damn right. So my wife, and my neighbor, called the Hilo Police and requested officers to check out a “suspicious vehicle”.  This was at 7:10 in the evening.

The officers, 3, arrived shorty after 10 pm. Yes, 3 hours later. Let me repeat that,                                                               three hours later.

Two officers got out of their vehicles, the third never even bothered, and they interviewed my wife, and my neighbor. Both officers appeared bored, uninterested, and barely took any notes. In fact, both my wife and neighbor, interviewed by 2 separate officers in different locations, told me officers were yawning while “interviewing” them. I used quotes on that last, because it could only be called an interview by the largest stretch of imagination.

The police are incapable of responding fast enough to prevent anything, have no legal mandate to protect you or your family, and don’t seem very interested in doing what we as citizens perceive as their job.

I am not in favor of open carry in the city. Never have been.  But sure wish it was allowed in the “country” where I live. A woman, or anyone else for that matter, at night, where police are more than minutes away, should be allowed to protect herself and family.  Period.

Self defense and defense of family is not a privilege. It is a God given right. 

I’m just sayin’.

Headline Rip

More news ripped from some sort of headlines.

PETA asks Maine Legislature for permission to create roadside headstone for lobsters.             How many lobsters will see it? They don’t drive.

Did you know the EPA has an office of “Noise Abatement and Control”?                   Neither did I. And considering the amount of noise I hear coming from vehicles 11 floors below me, this .gov office isn’t any better than the others. Since it’s funded until 2023, guess there won’t be any change soon.

“Drivers Beware: Issuing Traffic Tickets Just Got Easier For Honolulu Police”          Just freakin’ terrific. Easier. Remember, they still have to catch you.

New Dress Code for California School District: Must Cover Genitals, Buttocks, and Nipples;

Hell, I remember when you couldn’t wear slippers to school. And you still can’t wear an NRA  t-shirt.

How do you celebrate turning 100 ? How about jumping out of a plane.                          A World War 2 veteran did just that recently out at the Dillingham Airfield jump site. Recently I posted some memories of skydiving. More power and many more years to this fellow.

Thanks for the visit. Comments are always welcome.Threats will be dealt with privately and love poems published.

Rain (part 2)


Here you can see how far the water force pushed mud and gravel under the garage door.


And this will give you an idea of how much mud I have to move to return the driveway to it’s original level. Gonna take machines, I ain’t doing it by shovel.

I don’t have any pictures of when it was really bad because I was  sorta busy at the time.

So that’s what I did on my mini-break. How about you?

Rain Rain Go Away….

Well, when last we talked I was going to Hilo to make sure nothing blew away in the Hurricane. Little did I know I should have been more worried about it washing away.


This was my front yard Saturday about 2:30 pm.


This is the front of my garage door early Saturday morning. Before it started to rain, hard.


Normally there is a pair of Huskies laying here, but with the 2 inches of mud on the porch they stayed in the backyard.


Looking at the center of this picture you can see the ditch in the bedrock that funnels all the rain water, right down the middle of the driveway to the garage door. I’m going have to have the driveway re-graded, down to the bedrock, and re-sloped to move the water to the side of the house.







Big Wind A’Comin’

Well, everybody is in the “batten down the hatches” mode due to Hurricane Lane coming.

All of our job sites at military bases are closed until Monday.

My company offices are closed until Monday.

So I’m grabbing an early flight to Hilo to weather out the “storm”at home. So there won’t be any entries until next week.

So here’s a short one, to keep you interested.

Don’t Editorialize

More than once my mouth and sense of humor has gotten me in, well if not trouble, at least in bad spots.

All too often I forget to hook that filter between brain and mouth.

I was working at the Country station, KDEO. “ AM 940 on your radio dial”, and I was the midnight to 6 am man, Saturday and Sunday.

You don’t expect many listeners between 4 am and 6 am, least of all on Sunday morning, and never any members of the station management.

On that shift, you usually don’t have any commercials, except PSA’s (public service announcements), from 2-5 am  and your 1st actual commercial is usually 5:10 am or so.

It was a taped commercial, for Snapple, and at the end I had to deliver the tag line, live, “Snapple, made from the BEST stuff on earth”. But that brain-mouth filter didn’t fall into place fast enough and I added an additional line, “If you want something made out of STUFF.” With a whole lot of emphasis on the word stuff.

When the station phone rang I looked and it was 5:13 am, Sunday morning. I answered and the program director said, “We don’t editorialize commercials. Clear?”

Got that message loud and clear.


More Dust

Spent the weekend bingeing on “American Gods” from Netflix.

Visually stunning. Acting incredible. Story incomprehensible. If you ask me, I can’t tell you what the story is about, who the characters are, and what the hell is happening. I have read several other things by Graham, but this doesn’t transfer well to the screen.

Think I’l read a book. Maybe one I’ve already read. At least then I’ll know what the hell is going on. How about a story from the past?


I don’t remember the exact date; I’d been in the department 2 or 3 years so that would be 1972 or ‘73. It was during the midnight shift, the 11 pm to 7 am, and I do remember it was late and a slow night. I was working around the airport on Nimitz highway when I get a call about a vehicle accident at Lagoon Drive and Nimitz.

Three cars were involved, one turned into the oncoming lanes and hitting head on  the two oncoming vehicles. The first car had only one person and the other two each had two or three people each. The reason it was unclear how many was in each car was there seemed to be bodies everywhere. The impact threw the driver of the first car through the windshield, no seatbelt, and into the path of one of the two oncoming cars.

A passenger of one of the other cars was also thrown out of their vehicle and was hurt badly. Passengers from all the involved vehicles had gotten out of the cars and were sitting down, in a couple of cases bleeding, in the street.

I was the second patrol to arrive on the scene. The first patrol there was driven by Floyd, a guy I had known for several years, and in fact we had been in the military police together. He had become an EMT before joining the police and had kept up his training. He was working on the injured driver when I arrived.  An ambulance arrived but like everyone else was shorthanded and there was a combination driver/emt manning it.

The driver jumped out and started giving aid to the people sitting in the street. But it was Floyd that was doing most of the work. He was somehow keeping two people alive without help. He had them side by side, so he didn’t have to move much to tend to both. It was a lot even for him.

The ambulance driver said the others were ok, other patrol units were on the way, but the two Floyd had been working on needed to get to a hospital as soon as possible. So Floyd and I did what we thought was the best solution.

Floyd and the EMT grabbed gurneys and we loaded the two injured into the back of the ambulance. Floyd and the EMT got in the back and I got in the driver’s seat.

I had never driven an ambulance before, but the emt/driver was needed more in the back, so this was a first. I didn’t know much about the vehicle, but I knew where the lights were, and the gas pedal, and the quickest route to the nearest hospital, so away we went.

I probably was driving like a man crazed because we made it to St. Francis hospital really quick. Fast enough that both the injured were still alive and breathing. Floyd and the EMT were doing a heck of a job considering how little room there was in the back, but they did it. We got there and both the injured were removed from the ambulance and taken inside to the ER.

The driver of the first vehicle did die later that night, but he arrived at the hospital alive and that was what mattered to me.

Then Floyd and I found our problems just getting started. We had left both patrol cars at the scene, and another driver had taken the ambulance away while we were inside the hospital. They had kind of abandoned us and hadn’t told anyone we were still there. So it took a while to get another patrol unit to come and pick us up.

When we finally did return, we were both confronted by an angry sergeant who wanted to know why we had left the accident scene, why I was driving a vehicle I wasn’t cleared to operate, and just when did we expect to finish these reports. He didn’t want to hear about taking the victims to the hospital, that was not our job.

We weathered the verbal storm, finished our reports, talked with the traffic investigators, and went back to patrol.

I really felt the Floyd had performed “above and beyond” that night. There had been no supervisor on the scene before we took off so his actions were not witnessed by anyone but me. So I wrote up what I thought was the correct form to give Floyd a commendation for his actions. I was probably the first patrolman to recommend another patrolman for a citation. The lieutenant and the area sergeant both told me, very loudly, that it “just wasn’t done”.

I guess they were afraid that all the patrolmen would start recommending each other for numerous citations and such. But I did it anyway.

I wrote it up and submitted it to the Chief of Police. Another one of my brilliant ideas that came back to bite me in the ass. Not only did Floyd not get a citation, I got an ass chewing and a reprimand for driving the ambulance without the proper license and a good going over by the watch commander for “going over his head”. And laughed at by a whole lot of people.

I still think Floyd should have received a commendation for his heroic actions that night and for the life he saved and the life he almost saved.

Floyd, if you ever read this, if you remember that night, well done.