I have learned a lot from McClane, so when I decided to ignore the blog for a while after I got back from Rome I thought it would be awesome. You know, like how McClane ignores his kids. Sure, he carried around pics of his little tikes in his wallet and smiled wistfully at them from time to time, but that doesn't really substitute for a simple phone call. In his defense, their non-English speaking housekeeper was probably confused every time a drunk loose cannon called and sputtered non-nonsensical cop jargon into the phone.
Either way, I am back now. I feel like the cop that got his badge taken away, suspended from the force, but then got the bad guy playing by his own rules. Then the captain would shake my hand and say, "Your methods may have been unorthodox, but welcome back to the team. I am promoting you to senior detective." A triumphant return - that is me. Except when I slam down my badge in the name of what is right, it is a plastic badge I bought at the Halloween store at the mall and the police chief is my dog, Barney. Man, I am so lonely.
