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Starsky’s visit to the Wall brings up memories for Hutch as well. Companion piece to The Wall. September 16, 1985 We’ve been partners for over fifteen years now and in that time, I think we’ve talked about more things than I can count. I know as much about his family as he does, and he could say the same about… -
The past begins to haunt Starsky and he feels called to make a pilgrimage. Contains graphic depictions of war. September 16, 1985 I’m forty now. It’s a turning point, a demarcation between one part of my life and the next. I never expected to be the one to get all introspective and intense over a birthday — that’s more… -
Who knew a simple trip to the market could be so dangerous? “Open the fucking register!” “God, Tommy, stop shooting! You shot that guy. You shot him. He was just standing there, man, and you fucking *shot* him!” “Aw, shit, Hutch! Hutch! I’m hit!” “Hang on, buddy, I’m coming.” “Like hell you are! Don’t move or I’ll shoot you, too!”… -
Understanding Hutch comes from understanding his scars. I used to wonder sometimes, as we were lying together, spent from our passion, what really went on in his head. He was enthusiastic, generous, tender, loving — but he was also tentative at times, and almost fragile. Like he wasn’t sure how I was going to react. And he always seemed to… -
Twenty-five years later… I’m standing in the hall outside the auditorium, waiting for a dead man I haven’t seen for 25 years. I have jelly legs and dizzy spells. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know how I came to be here. I can’t even remember what I’m doing in this state. There was a bomb —… -
First times can be full of questions … “What are we going to do now, Hutch?” “What do you want to do?” “How am I supposed to know?” “Aren’t you the expert here?” “Why would you say that?” “Weren’t you in the Army?” “What’s that got to do with anything?” “Isn’t that a fertile breeding ground for experimentation?” “Is fertile…