The following drawing is the first picture I drew of the parks along OC rivers, many years ago, I was married to Officer Steve Phillips back then, he called me by my middle name, Carolyn, he hated being a cop, he love being an FBI informant; he rolled over on Sheriff Corona, and went into 'witness protection.' Corona went into prison (tee hee). The obit says that Steve was hit by a car, his x presided at the funeral, racking up her second dead motorcycle cop pension. I didn't say anything, BUT, they had been separated for six years when he and I were married in Mexico. She was not worth telling, even though the US accepts Mexican licenses, she was a WPD dispatcher, figures; I mean there is a certain mentality that goes with being a career cop of any sort.) I never told anyone, mainly because I didn't know any of his real friends, they were all FBI agents, and high ranking Army Officers. My friends are all Civil Rights attorneys, who do not especially like cops, even good ones like Steve. I heard that he lives in Montana, under a very different identity, I'm guessing he is married to someone who has no idea that he was the hero who got the ball rolling on getting rid of Corona.
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