See, I forgot to mention last year’s other big blast of hot air and swirling garbage: our mayoral election.Īnd the guy who got re-elected has never been very fond of Ceepak or me. With the new boss on paper-shuffling duty, Ceepak and I were poised to become the SHPD’s first team of full-time detectives. So, after pulling us all through Sandy (don’t worry, some day I’ll tell you that story, too), when things had more or less settled down in the new year, Ceepak initiated a search for his own replacement.Īfter interviewing dozens of candidates, the township council hired another new Chief of Police. By early October, he was tired of pushing paper, untangling paper clips, and wearing these “Buy One Get The Second At Half Price” suits his wife Rita found for him at the Men’s Wearhouse. See, late last August they made Ceepak the Chief of Police. It’s early June and everybody’s excited about the upcoming summer season.īecause of bummer number two: John Ceepak is no longer my partner. No one was allowed on or off our eighteen-mile-long barrier island, except, of course, the governor of New Jersey and the President of the United States.Įight months later, our battered seaside resort has pulled back from the brink.
All of Sea Haven was shut down for two full weeks.
Or, as I like to say, the suds on the Bud.ĭespite all the “Life Is Good” T-shirts on sale at the Shore To Please Souvenir Shoppe, life has not been so great lately down the Jersey shore in “sunny, funderful” Sea Haven.įirst off, there was a hurricane (that turned into a super storm) named Sandy, which, until last October, was also one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs. Of course, these days, that’s just the icing on the cake. For a cop, there’s nothing worse than hearing an old friend say “I didn’t do anything, Danny!” two seconds after you pull her out of a nearly lethal cat fight.
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