This morning I was in the Wal-Mart parking lot with my two year old. As we walked out of the store to my car, I heard yelling and then saw one man slam another into the back of a Jeep and punches were thrown. It was violent. So much so that I decided I better …

I grew up outside of Kansas City in the 1980’s. The Kansas City police had a tough job as violent crime was beginning to rise to a point where it would eventually become the murder capital of the country. The cops seemed big, tough, and in total control. Yet, we loved running into a policeman …