* * * * * I remember it was the 1 st of May, 1970, when I flew the first aerial police patrol over the city of Houston. I couldn’t have programmed better weather; the mid-morning Texas sky was a brilliant blue - giving us unlimited visibility - with an air temperature at a comfortable 70 degrees, accompanied by a constant 10-knot wind - blowing out of the northeast - providing a glassy-smooth ride. Sergeant Andy Anderson was piloting the helicopter from the left seat, while I was acting as observer/instructor in the right seat. Sgt. Andy possessed a dark complexion, stood at a lanky Six-foot-four, and was a powerfully built gentle giant. He was a local boy, with a Texas drawl, and didn’t have a mean bone in his body. He had also been a good studen...