1. The Homestead Grays bridge was clear and gorgeous this morning. I whipped to work in all of 35 minutes. I know you were all worried about this, so that’s why I’m careful to keep you updated on it. Rest easy now. Rest easy.
2. And …… DRINK!
“The status quo is unacceptable. We need to make sure that we’re doing everything we can to move this city forward and move this city in the right direction. This is part of the process,” he said.
Media folks reading, please tell me when Lukey now says “moving forward” during press conferences, are there any little knowing glances being exchanged between the reporters? Please say it is so.
3. For no reason other than YUMMY!:
Ladies, gaze on the hotness that is Daniel Sepulveda and say it with me: [Sigh.]
4. Wow. Lukey and Nate Harper’s pick for commander is all that with french fries on top:
In July 1997, police charged then-Sgt. Trosky with simple assault for breaking the nose of his wife, Cheryl. The charge was dismissed at a preliminary hearing because she failed to appear. The couple divorced in 1998.
He was also charged with driving drunk after the alleged assault. That charge was dropped when a blood alcohol test was deemed inadmissible in court.
As a result of the arrest, he was demoted from sergeant to patrolman.
In April 1989, he punched a Grateful Dead fan he had taken into custody. The incident was caught on videotape, and the clip was shown on national television. Detective Trosky was charged with using excessive force but was cleared by a trial board.
Over his 28-year career, Chief Harper has said, the detective has kept his focus on the job. The chief hailed Det. Trosky’s character, leadership and competence on the homicide squad.
Hey, who knew that good character, leadership and competence were manifested in wife-beating, drunk driving, and rage?
Mistick over at the Trib tries to make it seem all better with:
You can disagree with Trosky or fault his tactics or parts of his past but when you call 911 because someone is breaking into your house in the middle of the night, you want what Jerry Garcia wanted.
You want to see George Trosky come rushing through your door.
Yes, but when he comes rushing through my door will he be drunk, wearing a wife-beater, and then proceed to punch my face in? No thanks.