Note to Readers: The events described here occurred well before I knew I would spend my working career investigating and writing about white-collar crime. Perhaps these events played a subconscious role in my career arc. Personal names in this story have been changed to protect privacy. The photos are stock photos, not from my time on the job.
I will not forget my last summer job during my college years. Ever have to work a job that appeared to carry the risk of being thrown into the Mississippi River in a pair of concrete boots?
I was working for the City of Minneapolis as a “paving test aide.” Not exactly an evocative title, nor a particularly illuminating one. Still, it is a rather precise name for the role. With several other young college men, I was a quality control inspector for materials being used to pave the city’s streets in concrete. It was a civil service job that paid well. Most of my young summer colleagues were engineering students at the University of Minnesota. I was a journalism major, but I had studied enough science in college to pass the civil service examination in chemistry that was required for the job.
It was my third summer in the job at the City’s Paving Test Laboratory. The first two summers I worked exclusively in the Lab, putting sample concrete cylinders from our various street construction sites under pressure to see how much they could take before they would crack (to ensure the concrete being poured at the jobs met strength standards), and testing samples of rocks and sand from the City’s stockpiles to see that they did not contain too much moisture before being added to the cement and water to make concrete. Too much moisture in the concrete mix weakens the concrete. The work was quiet, routine, and relaxed.
I started again in the Lab at the outset of my third year, but about a month in I was transferred to the other wing of the role: supervising actual construction of streets in the field. And this is where I ran into trouble. Continue reading “In the Eye of Concrete Crime”
years apart. He went East for his high school education in private schools. She graduated from the local public high school.
track and field events, while also playing the offensive end position on two undefeated Yale football teams in 1923 and 1924. In the latter year he was named to the nation’s All-America football team and voted Yale’s best all-around athlete.
Investigate the January 6 Attack on the United States Capitol has already publicized evidence of presidential crimes, the Attorney General has been silent on the status of investigations into the former president’s conduct regarding his effort to have the election of President Joe Biden overturned, which led to the insurrection at the nation’s capitol on Jan. 6, 2021. Meanwhile, according to a
commonly trained that legal reasoning is a learned skill much like that in scientific work. It is based on principles of deduction, according to which judges make decisions about laws by logically figuring out how the principles established in earlier court decisions–precedents–apply to the current dispute before them. In this perspective, judicial decision-making–especially in the higher courts with the best trained lawyers–is a matter of technique.  It produces the correct legal answers based on facts and reason, free of bias and personal belief. Competent practitioners, therefore, should reach the same, right, answers.
consequential–even somewhat anodyne–meaning is that American racists are attracted to the Republican Party because it has long favored tough-on-crime policies and low taxes/small government policies, which have always translated into harsh punishments of and weak federal support for poor people, among whom minority populations figure disproportionately. This view can seem to insulate the Party itself from charges of racism and racial animus.
data, people trained in a science that has long drawn heavily on Latin words and roots, routinely mess up the use of “data.” You know what the singular word for “data” is? It is datum which, I agree, does not roll easily off the tongue. But we don’t need a single datum. We need an “are.”
swim races against other area teams, I dive into the water and swim under it, scraping the bottom of the pool. I take a snaking route and soon go right past her legs, perhaps barely brushing them with my own.  I don’t dare surface. Holding that long breath, I swim on, still snaking around the expanse of the pool bottom, until I’ve passed many other pairs of legs. I come up for air only after I am safely shrouded by the other kids’ torsos between me and her.
planes were leaving Boston Logan International Airport on their routine schedules, many of them heading as usual to New York City. As they lifted off the runway, these planes would fly low over my son’s new school, where he was in his first week as a high school freshman.
