B-Day, as it came to be known, finally arrived. It was a Friday.
A school day. I identified with Cinderella as I watched Dad get
ready for work. Holster, check. Gun, check. Billy club, check.
Handcuffs, check. . . . Saturday morning I got up early. Dad was
already gone. Back to work. Ushering the Beatles out of town. On
the table . . . there were two small bars of soap, slightly used,
the words "Coach House Inn" still legible. One book of matches with
four missing. And a note from Dad, "From their room." . . . No one
else's dad comes home from work with something that might, just
might, have been intimate with a Beatle.
Growing up, Mel Miskimen thought that a gun and handcuffs on the
kitchen table were as normal as a gallon of milk and a loaf of Mrs.
Karl's bread. Her father, a Milwaukee cop for almost forty years
was part Super Hero (He simply held up his hand and three lanes of
traffic came to a screeching halt) and part Supreme Being (He could
be anywhere at anytime. I never knew when or where he would pop
up.) Miskimen's memoir, told in humorous vignettes, tells what it
was like for a girl growing up with a dad who packed a lunch and
packed heat.
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