] My dad had a friend --- I'll call him Casey --- in the NYPD. He was a union rep, and, though he hated bad cops personally --- would do anything he could to stay out of a car with them in it, give them the cold shoulder when their paths crossed on the street --- he'd get the union to defend them when the department came down on them. Anyhow, the lamest lame thing cops did was the three-quarter payout. If you got an injury in the line of duty that prevented you from continuing your career, you get to retire early with three-quarters pay. Lucky you. Of course, the policy was designed to reward the bravery and protect the families of good cops who took a deblitating bullet. But the definition of deblitating injury slid so much, that, by the end of my dad's career, people who got hurt at home were coming in to work, faking injuries, and getting their buyout. Worse still, guys who were just sick of being cops, or hated the neighborhood they were regularly patrolling, would just fake a back injury --- since back injuries are almost impossible to disprove --- and cash their chips in. Anyhow, this naturally made both of them sick. When Casey had long retired, both of his sons had proudly succeeded him the department. One Sunday night he gets a call from Number-One Son. Number One has torn his knee up badly playing flag football. Casey looks to Heaven, looks to Hell, closes his eyes, and tells Number-One to pour himself into his uniform the next morning, walk as straight as he could to his car, and take a dive on the first call he got. And that's what he did. Anyhow, I never really acknowledged it to myself, but I guess I think that's what Erickson did. I don't know why. _________________ I work in a Pulmonary Lab and since 9/11 I have seen a lot of guys from the FDNY wanting to have bad pulmonary tests...and you know what,I don't blame them...NYC screwed them.....maybe this should be in a different thread.