What do you do after you are the first female police officer to patrol some of Stockton’s most dangerous streets solo? You write a book.

That’s exactly what Susan Sampson-Mc Anelly did. It is a compelling read considering her notation that Stockton has the dubious honor of being a four-time murder capital of the United States.

The fast-paced easy-to-read book was co-authored by 1976 East Union High graduate Kevin E. McDonald. His father used to own all of the land on North Main Street where Isadore’s is now located as well as the new subsidized senior housing complex. He opened the restaurant called The Rusty Kettle and was the manager in 1986. His father owned the adjacent carwash from the early 1980s to early 2000s.

The following is an excerpt from the book:

• We were hungry too!

• This is the one that takes the cake! I probably should have got an award for this one, or got fired, I’m not sure which. I was working the paddy wagon again, yes, again. It was dinnertime and I didn’t have much of time. I had already learned my lesson about leaving 10 guys in the wagon and going to eat. I decided that I would just buzz through the drive-through at the Jack-in-the-Box, on the south end of Pacific Avenue near Harding Way.

• I pulled into the drive-through and talked to the clown. (They still had the fake clown heads as their speaker boxes where you would order your food back then.) I ordered 2 tacos and pulled forward just like normal. There were a couple if  cars ahead of me. It seemed like it was taking a long time to get my order. I really wasn’t paying too much attention to it as I was busy listening to the police radio and looking in the rear view mirror to make sure that no one was coming up from behind to open the door and let the criminals out of the paddywagon.

When I got up to the pay window, the girls said, “ That will be two hundred twelve dollars and eighty-seven cents, please.” $212 dollars for 2 tacos!”, I exclaimed! “You must have something wrong!” “No”, she replied, “You have 40 tacos, 10 Jumbo Jacks, 30 ten large fries, 10 onion rings, 5 chocolate shakes, 4 strawberry shakes, 1 vanilla shake, and the list went on and on…”

“I didn’t order all that stuff!”…Oh…it just dawned on me, those clowns in the back of the wagon ordered that stuff! Oops! “I can’t pay for all that stuff. Those guys in the back of the wagon aren’t even supposed to be talking,” I explained. They ordered as least two of everything that was on the menu board!

She called the manager over and he was very nice. Thank god that he didn’t demand that I pay for this stuff, because I didn’t have $212 on me. I still love Jack’s tacos.