Life Discussed Over Cuban Coffee.
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My son & I in Key West, Florida.
Welcome,,,
I’m a 63-year-old father who spent 4 years in the Marine Corps; then went on to a successful career in law enforcement. I retired from the Miami Beach Police Department after 25 years of service. I’ve had good luck being able to travel to a few countries.
In this blog, some of the posts will be on police issues and family safety. On the police-related posts, I will do my best not to create a post that reflects my opinion only. To say that my approach to policing is a bit “Old School” is an understatement. The badge in my family goes back three generations. I will post on police issues with the intent to provide facts that most people may not be aware of.
Not always will the topics be of a serious nature involving police or family safety; the other topics are just my opinion and can be discussed over a cup of coffee.
If a post helps someone, then it’s all been worth it. I’m not going to flood this blog with war stories, nor will I focus on crime all the time. I won’t try to impress you, I won’t lie to you, the topics that I will post on, I know well.
City of Miami Beach, Florida
1984 - 2009
Oliver Corley In Los Angeles
From The Police Academy To The Pension Line.
A harsh testament to the reality of police patrol.
Note:
There are no social media links here to Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. I’m certainly not “LinkedIn” to any group. There is no subscription form for this site. I don’t collect email addresses. Here is where you will find me. My presence here is discovered by word of mouth mostly. Check back in from time to time for recent posts.
The blog name “See The Man” came from one of my favorite television shows as a child.
Adam-12
TV Series 1968 to 1975
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“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.”
“The solidity of our soul is not formed in the vastness of the arena, it’s formed in a space that often has room for only one.”
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;