Three Sisters Ponds: My Journey from Street Cop to FBI Senior Executive - from Baltimore to Lockerbie, Pakistan and Beyond

In September 2000, I was sitting on a bench facing the Mediterranean Sea in the French Riviera town of Nice. I had flown there during a three-day break in the Pan Am Flight 103 bombing trial in Camp Ziest, Netherlands, where I was expected to testify. As I sat on this bench eating lunch, I suddenly found myself overwhelmed by emotion. It was an awakening: I realized that my being there was the fulfillment of one of my many life dreams and goals that were launched thirty-one years earlier from another bench facing the Three Sisters Ponds in Baltimore's Druid Hill Park. Now, from a bench in the French Riviera, I began to chronicle the manifestation of those dreams and goals, accomplished through my thirty-six-year law enforcement career as a Baltimore City policeman and FBI agent.
I'm hoping my story catches on with anyone who dares to dream and set challenging and aggressive life goals.
While writing Three Sisters Ponds, there were areas of my story where I felt compelled to express myself poetically.