I pulled at my coat and shrugged in the cold weather, it was the winter of '63 and I was about to set out on the biggest adventure of my life. I had just finished a hard day of police work, I was ready to go home and see my wife Hester and my two boys Fraiser and Niles. Maybe try to coax them into playing ball instead of reading their books. But as luck would have it my boss spotted me. He scurried towards me throwing down a cigarette and stomping out its flame. His hair was gray and thinning although I would never tell him.
"Hey Marty, my boy. Just the man I wanted to see." Wallace Spic said with a wide grin, I smiled and waited for him leaning on a squad car.
"How you doin' Wally." I asked moving closer to the car to shield myself from the cold.
"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor.Are you up for it?" he said. Before I could respond he spoke again," I want to you to go to Dallas."
"Dallas,Texas?" I asked.
"Yep. Marty my boy. I want you to take a place in Kennedy's motorcade, represent Seattle.I can have you transferred there for a few days, introduce yourself to the President if you can make a name for Seattle. Huh can you do it?"
"I Well I don't know, I mean Dallas? I love our President but Dallas?" I said although my mind was already made up.
"Come now, Marty you owe me." the last three words echoed in my ears and I nodded.
"I'll go." I said.
I walked home thinking of meeting the President, and never expecting the tragic events of Friday, November 22,1963.
