September 20, 1991 |
Returning home each night from his shift as a police field sergeant, Craig Crosby grew ever more frustrated that the Los Angeles Police Department had no way to accurately measure its crime-fighting efforts. Sitting in his den, bent over the gray-lit screen of his home computer, the sergeant eventually developed an automated system to gauge officer deployment and measure patrol effectiveness.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 23, 1993 |
A carjacker jumped into an auto occupied by a woman and three young children in Canoga Park and fought with the female passenger as he drove three blocks before stopping the vehicle and calmly walking away, Los Angeles police said Friday. Nobody was injured in the bizarre incident that began Thursday about 4:40 p.m. when a 22-year-old Woodland Hills woman parked her Toyota Tercel in the 7500 block of Vassar Avenue, Sgt. Craig Crosby said.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 9, 1993 |
Two Los Angeles police officers were injured Friday by a suspected drunk driver who slammed into a patrol car in a Reseda intersection and then fought with three more officers as they took him into custody, police said. Sgt. Craig Crosby said all five officers suffered injuries serious enough to have them taken off duty for at least three days.
April 7, 1996
It was quite refreshing to read Cmdr. Bill Russell's candid and direct comments on the LAPD's computer system (April 2). Notably absent were the usual excuses for nonperformance and resource woes. The Police Department was fortunate in receiving a donation of equipment and engineering support from the Mayor's Alliance for a Safer Los Angeles (MASLA) to "jump-start" its archaic and neglected technological infrastructure. Absent the completion of a network engineering commitment by an outside firm, the enormous task of designing, engineering and implementing a major network reverted back to a handful of department personnel without network experience on this scale.
March 8, 2005 |
First LIGHT catches hundreds of coruscations of barred surfperch as they zip through waves at Rincon Point near Carpinteria. Standing on the threshold of a wet wilderness, waves rising and flattening and breaking again on the sand, I work a fly in a trough between the breakers. The tap comes suddenly, followed by a quick strip-strike to set the hook, and my six-weight rod pulsates as the fish struggles to get free. I release my 13th catch of the day into roily brine.