Author Archives: Scott Warnock

With sadness and joy, my brother Guy and I started going through my grandmother’s things. Sadness that she passed away, but joy in what she brought to our lives and the fact she lived to 103. Up to the end, she was still the independent, feisty, and often an irreverent presence we grew up with.Continue reading “Promises”

I was sitting in an airport waiting for my flight when a woman with a service dog sat next to me. I asked, “Can I pet your dog?” “Sure, she’d love that. Thanks for asking me; so many people don’t.” I gave the Yellow Lab a scratch behind the ears. She seemed to like itContinue reading “Dogs”

It was the summer of 1972; I was 15 years old and had just finished my sophomore year at Novato High School. Before the school year ended, the drama class received an invitation to try out to be extras in a new movie about the ’60s. The ’60s, from our perspective, was ancient history. ManyContinue reading “I was in American Graffiti”

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a long time ago, in early February 1964. I was seven years old. I was at my grandparent’s ranch in Sonoma, CA, and we must have been there for the weekend. We lived in nearby Novato, only about a half-hour away. It was early morning, asContinue reading “Invasion”

The USS O’Callahan was the ship and the only ship I was stationed on in the Navy. It is a US Warship designated as a Fast Frigate, formerly designated as a Destroyer Escort. Sometime after I got out of the Navy, Pakistan leased it. Pakistan became a nuclear power, and the US did not renewContinue reading “The O’Callahan Incident”

Back in the mid-80s, I was in my mid to late ’20s and worked for Novato Police Department, a department of about 70 sworn officers at the time. I worked patrol, was a motorcycle officer, a school resource officer, and a detective. I digress. When I was a motorcycle traffic officer, I loved all thingsContinue reading “CHP Application…”

I was a voracious comic book reader of Archie comics. I was 12 years old, and it was 1969. I showed my mother a section in the comic book where you could write in and add your name to a list inviting pen pals. I remember my mother telling me that she was restricted toContinue reading “Poggy”