I've told the story before, but as a way to underline what I feel is a re-run of what happened to Detroit, I'll talk about cole-slaw again.
I was working with a black partner. We stopped off at Kentucky Fried Chicken and picked up a couple meals. Went back to the precinct. Started eating lunch in the station lunch room.
He started chewing in a funny way, then pulled out some cut up pieces of rubber-band.
I said, "Oh, you got my cole-slaw."
We traded and I decided to bring my own lunch after that.
Spitting in an officer's Starbucks coffee? Nothing new.
Turning the U.S.A. into Detroit?
The jury is still out.
Your Rubin Reporter,
A message from Dave.