{"product_id":"cops-kid-a-milwaukee-memoir-0299188809","title":"Cop's Kid: A Milwaukee Memoir","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0299188809\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/strong\u003e Miskimen, Mel C.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition:\u003c\/strong\u003e New\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eB-Day, as it came to be known, finally arrived. It was a Friday. A school day. I identified with Cinderella as I watched Dad get ready for work. Holster, check. Gun, check. Billy club, check. Handcuffs, check. . . . Saturday morning I got up early. Dad was already gone. Back to work. Ushering the Beatles out of town. On the table . . . there were two small bars of soap, slightly used, the words \"Coach House Inn\" still legible. One book of matches with four missing. And a note from Dad, \"From their room.\" . . . No one elses dad comes home from work with something that might, just might, have been intimate with a Beatle.Growing up, Mel Miskimen thought that a gun and handcuffs on the kitchen table were as normal as a gallon of milk and a loaf of Mrs. Karls bread. Her father, a Milwaukee cop for almost forty years was part Super Hero (He simply held up his hand and three lanes of traffic came to a screeching halt) and part Supreme Being (He could be anywhere at anytime. I never knew when or where he would pop up.) Miskimens memoir, told in humorous vignettes, tells what it was like for a girl growing up with a dad who packed a lunch and packed heat.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mia Karts","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51735497146656,"sku":"NEW0299188809","price":21.06,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0980\/7426\/3840\/files\/61XCaEYwE9L.jpg?v=1779486287","url":"https:\/\/miakarts.com\/products\/cops-kid-a-milwaukee-memoir-0299188809","provider":"Miakarts Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}