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After the shooting, Christmas takes on even more meaning. He wanted us to go pick out a Christmas tree today. But he could barely place one foot in front of the other. I didn’t want him trudging through a sawdust-slick Christmas tree lot, but he wanted to so badly and so few things could bring a smile to his face… -
Starsky’s thoughts as he recovers from the shooting. Starsky’s Thoughts #1 You let me curl up on the couch in the middle of the afternoon when my body hurts so much I don’t want to do anything else…you reach over me and loosen my belt and take my shoes off for me to make me more comfortable because you know… -
Hutch thinks about Starsky’s recovery. What my partner lives with on a daily basis most people wouldn’t want to try. After what Gunther’s hit men did to him…bullets tearing his body to pieces…chest and stomach, shredding his insides, back muscles ripped apart by more bullets. Ribs broken by the violent impact of the bullets piercing his body…. They say it’s… -
Hutch observes Nick after the shooting. I couldn’t stand the little bastard, but I had to at least try to tolerate him for Starsky’s sake. He wanted to see his little brother. Starsky had been home from the hospital nearly 4 weeks now and Nick had come out from New York when I told him that his brother really wanted… -
Captain Dobey remembers. Captain Dobey remembers… I got these two straight out of the academy. One an uptight, quiet, rather sullen blonde from the Midwest…the other…a whirlwind of energy, a rambunctious and irreverent curly haired transplanted New Yorker. No two men would have appeared to be more opposites… The way they looked, dressed, talked, the cars that they drove, even… -
After Gunther. Many thanks to Kathy Kellenberger who edited this, taught me how to use Word and added ideas. “Hey Starsk, you okay?” I met my partner halfway between the bathroom and the kitchen. He was looking more pale this morning than usual, if that was possible. I didn’t need to question why. I wanted him to eat something…