This column ran in 2011, but I am dusting it off in recognition of Congressman Norm Dicks’ plans to retire.
I stood by the open cockpit door of the little four-passenger Piper and imagined myself the very image of a nonchalant charter pilot. Then my passenger, Congressman Norm Dicks, stormed up, hot with anger, and my cool demeanor evaporated like water on the sun-drenched tarmac. He had just been told that I was his ride to Hoquiam, and I swear I saw smoke coming out of his ears.
That was back in 2000. I had just left Tacoma P.D. …