60 Second Stories By Kal - Behavioral Analysis Units

I love a good mystery. So much so that I watch most all those 'CSI' and 'Criminal Minds' type shows. I like gathering all the pieces of the puzzle together and solving the crime. I would have been awesome on one of those FBI behavior analysis units - bouncing idea off my co-workers as we narrow the noose around the neck of the 'un-sub' we are tracking down.

I miss having my dad around. We both loved these kind of mysteries and competed to see who would find the killer first. Even as a kid he bought me any of the 'two-minute mystery' books he could get his hands on for me. I even had the complete set of 'Hardy Boy' novels and learned how to track animals in the woods by reading my 'Boy Scout Manual'.


I once discovered the girl who I was dating had stolen my mother's car by lifting her keys when she was over at our place. After the theft there were many clues but the clincher was when I found a 'strawberry milk to go' container in the back seat once the car was recovered. That was the only beverage she drank. That could have been coincidence but I needed more rock solid proof.

I had taught basic forensics in Junior High Science (like how to take and match fingerprints) so I knew how to deal with the strawberry milk evidence I had. I invited her over and got her to handle a glass. Then I compared the two prints by examining the matching whirls and ridges. After a few minutes, I had her.

The police laughed that I had solved my own case and gave my mother the choice about what do do about the thief. With her soft heart my mom let it go and that was the last time I saw this girlfriend.

After many years when we were talking about the incident, she said it was a good thing I didn't marry her. I had to agree. I might have ended up a body in the basement. But I am not afraid. Fluffy The Wonder Kitty has my back as you can see from this picture.