Musty(as he was called in the old days by those of us who thought of Musty as a friend primarily because he liked to fight when he did not agree with you.As the years rolled by I would check on him when I was in the first ward area. The police would try to arrange a spot for him in the basement of the police building (an oldthree or four story downtown building.)provide him with a small bottle of red and give him coffee and a donut in the AM. I lost track of him as I moved on in the PD but every so often his name would come up. Good memory from the days gone by. PS the PD was in an old school.My mother attended school there.
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