Two Hundred Year-Old Liquor Laws

And here I was being asked the most stupid questions I have ever heard, the dickhead police prosecutor would ask, would you give a traveler a bed and a feed at three o’clock in the morning, these two hundred year old laws were for the horse and buggy era when...

Letter To Licencing Commission

Alf put to rest the mischievous and petty licensing judge’s pursuit of getting me out of the hotel industry by sending him a letter describing to the judge his vast experience of thirty odd years in the police force as a detective and this took him into all the hotels...

#129: I Find A Friendly Judge

These vindictive bastards set about getting me one way or another, after all the trouble I have had in my life with cops, and in Bemm river I decided I never wanted to hold the liquor license again Anne held it, I knew if a woman held a license the cops were less...