This Book has stories about Little Bobby and me, along with numerous others and some of the calls that we went on during the period of time of about 13 years with the Squad and also away from it. I first met the Mascot in June of 1955 to about 1963 when our lives took different paths, and we drifted away from each other for the next 47 or so years, except for special occasions when we met up at certain functions, including many major calls of the later 60s, and 70s, the riots in 1967, when Martin Luther King was killed, the 14th Street Bridge plane crash in the Potomac River.
