Joe Broadmeadow

Author · Retired Police Captain

Mind Wanderings

  • Picking through the Flotsam and Jetsam of a Life

    I went to an estate sale the other day. It was not in some huge mansion full of antiques or precious jewels. It was a small, 1950’s style ranch in a non-descript neighborhood in Providence. One of those post-war neighborhoods that…

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  • Into the Woods

    It is that time again. Time for me to engage in my own personal form of insanity. As many if you know, in 2014 I hiked 2184 miles on the Appalachian Trail. If you don’t know, ask me. I’ll be…

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  • American Divine Right: Fallacy of a Presumptive Nominee

    The latest headline of the trend-driven media proclaims Clinton as the presumptive nominee. Her delegate totals, if one includes super delegates, puts her over the threshold for the nomination. But if there is one truth in politics, it is that…

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  • Trigger Warnings (Not what I thought they were)

    I read an article about the 248th Brown University Commencement and learned something new. (http://www.providencejournal.com/news/20160529/brown-university-commencement-a-force-to-be-reckoned-with) One of the commencement speakers, Sabrina Imbler, in touting the accomplishments of the Class of 2016, pointed to their demand for “safe spaces” and “trigger warnings”…

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  • My Old Friend: Retracing My Footsteps on the Appalachian Trail

    My wife and I are in Maine enjoying a short vacation in the small town of Bethel. We decided to do a short hike on Table Rock Loop in Grafton Notch State Park. It is just a 2.4-mile loop but…

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  • How to Cook a Zebra

    Killing for fun in the name of sport

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  • The Border of Innocence

    The other day, we were moving some things around in our condo. One of the tasks involved emptying a chest full of photo albums, relocating the chest, and then placing the albums back inside. There wasn’t any time for reminiscing,…

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  • Coconut Macaroons and “Taking a Shock”: Memories of a Young Boy

    It always amuses me the things that spark a memory. Sometimes it is the notes of a song, a sudden aroma, or the taste of something familiar. Today, it was a coconut macaroon. The white flakes encased in golden brown…

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  • The March of Time

    I have never been one to focus on age. I believe it a waste of the limited time we all have. Of course, as a young boy, I engaged in the universal desire to be older. When asked, I was…

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  • Something to Look Forward to!

      As you should all be aware by now (if not pay attention here), Kent Harrop and I co-write a weekly blog called “TheHereticandtheHolyman.” If you have not read it yet, please do. There will be a quiz. (As a…

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