Home? Why must there be a place called Home? Why is there, somewhere in each human soul, a void that can be filled only by remembrance of that special place? In "Broadmoor," four aging brothers, seeking answers and guided by memory, take you with them on a journey back to their childhood, back to poverty and hard times, to betrayal and desertion, and to years of back-breaking labor and struggle to survive. As you follow, you will meet a loving but imperfect family, faithful friends, a few men and women of great honor, and a mother whose character and strength and devotion surpasses all. You will laugh and sometimes cry and, in the end, you will find, as the brothers did, that home is where memory begins and ends; the place where, when all is done, a heart can find sanctuary and certitude and safety and peace. And you will find that, for these brothers, home is a place called "Broadmoor."

In the hallway, during a break in trial, the famed defense attorney spoke to the Postal Inspector.
"You're a helluva investigator."
And the Inspector said, "What do you mean?"
"That interview you did with Frank," the lawyer said.
Recalling the hours he had spent questioning the attorney's client, the Inspector asked, "What did I leave out?"
As he turned to enter the courtroom, to stand beside his client and face the judge, the lawyer sighed, "Absolutely nothing!"

In "Moments in Time," Bill Phinazee and Larry Weaver tell what it's like to be a United States Postal Inspector. Some of their stories are uncomplicated, some are complex, and others are amusing, poignant or chilling. All are entertaining. They tell why a Postal Inspector is respected by his or her peers, feared by law breakers, and known by both as a "helluva investigator" whose investigations leave out absolutely nothing.

Home? Why must there be a place called Home? Why is there, somewhere in each human soul, a void that can be filled only by remembrance of that special place? In "Broadmoor," four aging brothers, seeking answers and guided by memory, take you with them on a journey back to their childhood, back to poverty and hard times, to betrayal and desertion, and to years of back-breaking labor and struggle to survive. As you follow, you will meet a loving but imperfect family, faithful friends, a few men and women of great honor, and a mother whose character and strength and devotion surpasses all. You will laugh and sometimes cry and, in the end, you will find, as the brothers did, that home is where memory begins and ends; the place where, when all is done, a heart can find sanctuary and certitude and safety and peace. And you will find that, for these brothers, home is a place called "Broadmoor."

In the hallway, during a break in trial, the famed defense attorney spoke to the Postal Inspector.
"You're a helluva investigator."
And the Inspector said, "What do you mean?"
"That interview you did with Frank," the lawyer said.
Recalling the hours he had spent questioning the attorney's client, the Inspector asked, "What did I leave out?"
As he turned to enter the courtroom, to stand beside his client and face the judge, the lawyer sighed, "Absolutely nothing!"

In "Moments in Time," Bill Phinazee and Larry Weaver tell what it's like to be a United States Postal Inspector. Some of their stories are uncomplicated, some are complex, and others are amusing, poignant or chilling. All are entertaining. They tell why a Postal Inspector is respected by his or her peers, feared by law breakers, and known by both as a "helluva investigator" whose investigations leave out absolutely nothing.