Fox on the Beach – NYPD Chief Steve Bonano, a Person of Service

Back in 1979, at Cardinal Hayes High School in the Bronx, a student was robbed. NYPD Cops in plain clothes were chasing the guy who did it. Another student, Steve Bonano, actually jumped in and helped them grab him. That was all Steve needed to set his sights on joining the NYPD, and living a…

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What Happiness Knows

The sound of the music Not just the lyrics The birds On noisy streets The beautiful air Above the tall buildings Blue skies Beyond the clouds Above the rain The goodness In all beings All things The perfection In own self Happiness knows this Happiness feels this Happiness shares this Happiness is this Joe Fox,…

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Fox On The Beach – If not for the pain that day…September 01, 2022

Days after September 11th, 2001, I opened a hand written letter delivered to my office. At the time I was a two star Chief in the NYPD, Chief of Brooklyn South. The writer expressed his gratitude for what police officers did that day, and remembered those who died. I was a younger man, jumping to…

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Our Thoughts

Sharing a poem that began with some random thoughts on my terrace five years ago, that I revisited recently after a missed opportunity, the day a friend died who I thought to call the day before, but did not. Our Thoughts Thoughts pour into our mind, Nonstop, constantly flowing Ideas of goodness Best intentions Caring…

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Fox on the Beach – Serving Us – August 5th, 2022

Two years ago today, a man died, serving all of us. Did you ever look out from our Rockaway Beach and notice that cluster of cargo ships off in the distance, about 10 nautical miles out? A little more than half of all the imported goods come to the United States from cargo ships. Many…

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Fox on the Beach – Of Our Darkest Moments – June 3, 2022

Several years ago I visited the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington DC for the first time. It impacted me in a way that nothing else has in my life. Recently, I extended a business trip to DC for one full day, just so I could see the museum again, with no place else to go,…

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Our Beauty

Sharing a poem that came to me sitting on my terrace, having dinner. Alone in my thoughts and admiring the beauty on the empty beach, a feeling came over me, that all of the beauty we see, is even more wonderful, because it is there for all of us. Our Beauty I see the moon…

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My Last Hours with my Father

He struggled to lift his arm and place his hand over my badge.  At about three o’clock in the morning, I decided to visit him in the hospital.  He was seventy-nine years old and he would die in three hours. I was on my way home from a late night at work, still in my…

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