Dave Oberhoffer started a law-enforcement career in 1979, having survived the Vietnam War, and owning an Irish Pub. His San Francisco Police Department assignments were: Walking a foot-beat, numerous sector car assignments, and Vice and Narcotics work. As an Inspector, he was then assigned to the Special Investigations Division for five years. This was followed by work as a Squad Sergeant running a team in the housing projects on Potrero Hill. As a Lieutenant, he ran the Records Division, the Crime Scene Investigation Unit (CSI), and was a Watch Commander in four different districts, retiring at the San Francisco Airport. After retirement, Dave had a cup-of-coffee as a small-town Chief of Police, and then taught Law Enforcement Studies at several Bay Area Colleges.
Sometimes an innocent clash of cultures can be more dangerous to your life and your career than a cornered drug dealer with a straight razor. The Mission District was a ground-level United Nations mixing bowl, and it seemed that every...Read more
A foot-beat assignment is the quintessential best and worst job in my business. You make hundreds of contacts that help you, amuse you, and make your life productive and fun. However, the downside is, you get to arrest the same...Read more
The Gods must love technology! At least the ones that politicians, liability lawyers, political activists and bureaucrats pray to that is. I took my oath of office shortly after the invention of fire, but before the Wheel 2.0 was patented...Read more
Technology is a wonder... And I sometimes wonder if it’s for us, or a’gin us. In street parlance, (which is understandably much akin to prison language given the perpetual cross-over connections), a rat is someone who “squeals” on someone to...Read more
In my line of work, you get to meet all the wonderfully diverse and different types of human beings. Occasionally, you’ll get to talk with them, enjoy their company, and then put handcuffs on them. Looking back at the span...Read more
Bobby Shoe-Shine. That’s what all the Street cops called him back waaay long ago. He’d show up at the Station's Sally Port door before the pay-day line up, and for the money, you’d get the best spit shine that could...Read more