From “Nasty” Frank Brown

To: Stan Bressler
From: “Nasty” Frank Brown

You will be held accountable for “The fun and times of a former property officer’s 20 year’s stint at the NBPD—

Let us play “Remember When—“

1. A “long” time ago (I can’t recall who it was) an officer brought in a “singing” drunk—he was placed in the drunk tank. Remember? 425 32nd St???) After awhile it got on the w/c’s nerves—failing to get him to shut up-the drunk began to sing, “I won’t sing anymore if you give me a sandwich.” The w/c woke up a trustee and told him to give the drunk a very, very thick peanut butter sandwich!

2. Then, there was John Outlaw (no kidding) also a drunk—his left arm was cut off at the elbow. He could do more with what he had than most with 2 arms. I felt sorry for him though—every time his wife visited him, first thing she said was “Well, have you repented yet?” Poor old John—no wonder he drank.

3. You must remember old Paul Pierce the painter! In the “old” days we used to get quite a few heavy drinkers—for trustees—before they began to treat them as alcoholics, the drunks would get 30-60 days or 90 days!

Being a painter (while I was there) he must have painted the old station at least 3 times—he was the only non-city employee that I knew that could walk across the street to the paint store and sign for the paint and supplies. When his time was up he had a locker where he stored his supplies until his next stint @ NBPD.

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I have a lot more of these, but I’ll end it with the big, and I mean BIG marijuana bust from a boat moored at the 30-minute time limit dock at about 3 or 4 in the morning. The beat officer saw it and was walking down to see if help was needed, when he got a whiff of marijuana— and since the boat looked like it was sinking from the weight, he called in for the narcs. Being the property officer, I got stuck with storing over 100 bales of the stuff in the evidence room. It only took 2 or 3 days before some of the records clerks were beginning to get sick or had headaches from the ventilation ducts—well, we got a court order to dispose of all the bales, save one. We took core samples from all the rest numbering them from the numbers on the bales. We took the bales out to Devore (remember the US Festival) and burned all of it. Some of the guys who helped got sick from the fumes and were off for a few weeks.

Believe it or not I was living in Sheridan, WO, when I got a call to testify in this case for “chain of evidence.” But later the DA called and said the defense would stipulate to the “chain.” I never found out what happened after that.

Take care, “Nasty” #64 5/10/13