Parkside Sentence Examples

Parkside isn't a 'big city.'

I've chased more bad guys running Bird Song bed and breakfast than when I was a Parkside, Pennsylvania police detective.

Dean "attended" college, served in the military, and was employed by the Parkside, Pennsylvania Police Department for fifteen years.

He added, I was a detective in Parkside, Pennsylvania.

Finally someone from back in Parkside told them.

Detective David Dean sat in the Parkside Pennsylvania Police Headquarters with his feet in his lower desk drawer.

The uniformed guys downstairs had drawn lots to see who got stuck informing the next of kin, and since that time, speculation on the disappearance of Jeffrey Byrne had been the chief topic of conversation at the Parkside Police Department.

Parkside was a small city of 40,000 located 50 miles northwest of Philadelphia.

Sackler crossed the room to the trashcan, retrieved the prior day's edition of the Parkside Sentinel and read aloud.

Jeffrey Byrne, age 38, of 156 Maid Marian Lane, Parkside, apparently drowned in the early morning hours of Tuesday, May fourth while on a business trip in Norfolk, Virginia.

Motel personnel conducted a search and a motel employee later found the Parkside man's clothing and room key on the public beach across the road.

He was the husband of Cynthia Cosgrove Byrne and the father of Randy Byrne, a Parkside High School senior.

Parkside had held up well, faring much better than some of its sister cities in eastern Pennsylvania.

Parkside's economy was less than spectacular, but at least it didn't require dependency on the fickle business of mines, steel or manufacturing for its fiscal survival.

While Parkside was officially beyond the limits of sensible commuting, enough hardy souls made the long daily trek into Philadelphia to label the town an outlying bedroom community.

Clusters of sixties and seventies-style subdivisions had blossomed during the post-war era of rush to the 'burbs. These look-alikes that originally carried names like Camelot or South Pacific were at first scorned by Parkside's gentry but had slowly gained a level of respectability.

She had received notice from Parkside's police officer McCarthy the prior day, Tuesday, late in the afternoon.

At least in Parkside you're around friends.

She named a salary figure close to the small amount Dean drew from the Parkside Police Department.

My sister lives up in Parkside and sometimes I hook a ride up with Jeff so's I can visit.

From a pay phone in the lobby of the large building, he placed a call to the Parkside Police Department.

Punching the buttons on his car radio, he finally found music that didn't assault his senses and pushed ahead toward Parkside, ready to call it a day.

A few weeks later Dean was discharged from the service and he gravitated back to Parkside and, temporarily he thought, to Collingswood Avenue.

He was remarkably spry, healthy for his age, and had broken the hearts of half the widows in Parkside.

Not only was Rita the fastest typist in Parkside, she was the neatest.

While the pair was a definite annoyance to the Parkside police, the two were seldom a serious problem...

Dean had a later appointment so he limited his ride to the area around Parkside.

Given more time, he'd have preferred to put the bike on the car's rack and chew up some countryside miles, tour­ing the hills and farm lands that surrounded Parkside.

The exception was this year when Parkside had a legitimate shot at success.

Dean never mentioned this bit of detective work to anyone, but he could guess who had torn the page from the Parkside Library edition.

Just making the Parkside High baseball team had been a miraculous ascension from being the-you-take-him-we-don't-want-him-boy when the kids chose sides in sandlot games.

Parkside was leading seven-zip with one inning remaining.

Ethel lived in the pride of Parkside, a new six-story luxury apartment building southeast of town.

The level of activity at Norfolk Police Headquarters made Parkside's much smaller operation look like the front porch of an old folk home.

Just tell her the Parkside Betterment Society voted for Billie and Willie to improve the city by getting lost.

The latest entry dated Monday showed a mileage figure and the starting point of Parkside, Pennsylvania.

They left the seashore and, after a quick bite to eat, Hunter drove Dean back to the air­port for his return plane trip to Parkside.

The story of the inefficiencies of the Parkside Police caught his attention.

I play for Parkside, strictly double 'A' at best.

They reached a compromise and Baratto began to half-tell his story until Dean found an all-night truck stop, miles north of Parkside.

He then told her the Parkside Police Department would close the investigation from this end unless something new came to light.

You read the newspaper—not the New York Times—you read the Parkside Sentinel.

They don't stock the Parkside Sentinel in all the libraries around the country like they do the big city papers.

Dean knew the Parkside Sentinel would be going full steam later in the day, so he stopped by the red brick building on his way to work.

Monica Cutler had performed every duty but setting type at the Parkside Sentinel for the past 20 years.

Harry Turnball was a young and energetic truck driver who delivered the Parkside Sentinel.

We'll give old Fred something to do—besides chasing widows around Parkside.

They want Parkside to be involved.

The two men chatted amiably on the trip from Parkside.

Like everyone else, he'd hoped Parkside was out of the case and was disappointed to learn the FBI was expecting Parkside's con­tinued assistance in the investigation.

Only Sackler and Dean of the Parkside crew would know the new location where the Feds would store Baratto until they figured out what to do with him more permanently.

I'm sure you want to get back to Parkside.

After an hour of circles he spotted a numbered highway he recognized, although he was much further from Parkside than he'd suspected.

The newspaper sub­scription was called in on April eight, the first day he's back in Parkside!

Dean was out of the house before Fred arose and the morning passed uneventfully with Dean, Harrigan and Tom DeLeo addressing the usual assortment of Parkside offenses.

He remembered the young man mentioning he had a sister in Parkside.

He kept sorting through the facts as he knew them and argued with himself on the long drive back to Parkside.

Dean had no way of checking Byrne's mileage and if by chance he had detoured east on Interstate 84, probably 30 miles further, instead of taking the more direct south-easterly route between Scranton and Parkside.

He rents an address, not too close to Parkside but not too far away, like maybe Scranton!

It's the closest city with a World Wide branch to Parkside.

If you're Byrne, why order the Parkside paper way back in April?

Dean had given Fred the business the entire trip from Parkside but the old man remained undeterred.

It was still early and Dean figured they'd get back to Parkside in time for a few hours of biking.

All we have to do is find it, spend ten minutes yelling at an old lady and then get back to Parkside.

He didn't bother to point out that Bala Cynwyd, Cece Baldwin's address, was near Philadelphia, the opposite direction from Parkside.

The man's from Parkside and Cleary subscribed to a newspa­per from there.

Dean still hoped to get some biking in during the remainder of his day off but the weather turned decidedly unpleasant as they pulled into Parkside.

You should come up to Parkside.

His conversation with Cece Baldwin bothered him all the way back to Parkside.

Dean was within ten miles of Parkside before he noticed a blue Ford that had stayed behind him for an unusual length of time.

How come Parkside is springing for this trip?

Dean let Cynthia Byrne rest a while longer while he tele­phoned the news to Parkside.

Only the Lord knew what Linda Segal, The Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, would do with this turn of events.

But it looked like Parkside could wash its hands of Wasserman's death—there was no way he'd float­ed out of their land-locked jurisdiction to the Chesapeake Bay.

He told her of his conversation with Parkside and she was appreciative that word was being conveyed to Randy.

We're hundreds of miles from Parkside.

There was the Whitney Motel back in Parkside.

Dean called the Parkside Police Department and caught hell from Leland for not keeping him posted on the Wasserman autop­sy and current details.

News of the break-in on Collingswood Avenue had traveled with the speed of an Olympic sprinter through the Parkside, Pennsylvania police department.

This silence did little to get Linda Segal, the Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, off his back.

It's Norfolk's case—not Parkside's or mine.

In the meantime, Dean had all he could do to keep up with Parkside's police day-to-day activities.

Homer Flanders, Tic-Face to some of his friends, was found resting in a quiet corner of the Parkside bus terminal, his throat slit like a sec­ond grin.

The Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel went bonkers.

While killings in Philadelphia were fun reading, a murder in Parkside was a far different matter.

Parkside was no safer than the worst of the worst—we might as well be living in Philadelphia, or, God forbid, The Big Apple!

The Parkside men in blue were noth­ing but a bunch of incompetent misfits who should all be fired, so continued the tirade.

There was no stopping the chaos that reigned over the entire Parkside Police Department until Wednesday when in rode feder­al agent Jonathan Winston.

Parkside was nothing more than an innocent battleground for disreputable elements of our society, at war with one another.

Parkside would remain untainted and a favored place to live and raise healthy, God fearing children who would become model citi­zens like those to whom he spoke.

All this was made possible by the untiring work of the Parkside Police Department.

It would be a nice way to leave Parkside High.

A new name was on the mailbox for apartment C. There were no piled up copies of the Parkside Sentinel lying about.

I figured no need to push my good luck so I drove back here to Parkside.

The annoying little details of the Byrne case were still squirm­ing around in the morning, and in an effort to put one of them to bed Dean stopped by the Parkside Sentinel on his way to work.

In spite of the cloudy weather and the threat of rain, Dean ended the daylight hours listening to the hum of his bike tires on the country roads west of Parkside.

Things like that happened in a town the size of Parkside.

According to the Sentinel, Parkside had won the divisional baseball title, thanks heavily to Randy, so she should be home from State College.

Besides, Nota was the only member of the crime family who knew Dean's face and by all accounts he'd left Parkside some time ago.

Now all of Parkside would know where David Dean shopped for his wardrobe.

Once again, she didn't answer directly but described a well-known seafood restaurant on the New Jersey shore, at least two hours from Parkside.

Then she added, "That way, it'll be early enough for you to drive back to Parkside."

He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.

I'll be joining 'em—you'll be holding down the fort here in Parkside, Pennsylvania.

He telephoned the Parkside Police department but they had no news.

I'm glad to see Parkside is looking out for its citizens, regardless of the hour and whether they deserve it or not.

Lock up all the bad guys or at least keep them away from Parkside.

The next day, Dean remembered nothing of the long, early-hour drive back to Parkside.

While Fred had chatted amiably during the course of the two weeks, he confined his discussions to methods that might be used in finding and identifying Byrne, and never complained about having to remain in Parkside.

They tried a couple of times to telephone Mrs. Porter back in Parkside but weren't able to get through.

He had no intention of calling the Parkside Police station.

It was a double sheet from the Parkside Sentinel.

It was the issue listing the graduates of Parkside High School.

Fred prattled excitedly about the Parkside newspaper and baseball cap and how the two finds represented proof Jeffrey Byrne was alive.

I'm calling it a night as soon as I try telephoning Mrs. Porter back in Parkside.

It was the newspaper, the Parkside Sentinel.

A new residence district known as Parkside was developed south of Golden Gate Park.

Byrne, a nine-year resident of Parkside, was born in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

Parkside's economy was less than spectacular, but at least it didn't require dependency on the fickle business of mines, steel or man­ufacturing for its fiscal survival.

While the pair was a definite annoyance to the Parkside police, the two were seldom a serious problem, principally because they were too stupid to get away with much, and their size—six­-feet-five and at least 500 pounds between them—made escaping detection difficult.

He began to doodle, listing the names she was calling not only him, but the entire, inept, Parkside police force.

But all his disappointments, if not forgotten, at least were put on hold when he qualified for a Varsity letter and the right to wear the maroon sweater of the Parkside Bulldogs.

You read the newspaper—not the New York Times—you read the Parkside Sentinel.

Monica ended their romance immediately after meeting Harry Turnball, a young and energetic truck driver who delivered the Parkside Sentinel.

We'll give old Fred something to do—besides chasing widows around Parkside.

They argued their way back to Parkside with Dean playing the devil's advocate while Fred quoted a dozen mystery stories that bore out his hypothesis, a hypothesis that grew in detail with each passing mile.

But it looked like Parkside could wash its hands of Wasserman's death—there was no way he'd float­ed out of their land-locked jurisdiction to the Chesapeake Bay.

But Anderson was quick to point out that the Byrne case was still closed as far as Parkside was concerned.

Anderson, in turn, brought Dean up to date on Parkside news, especially the local excitement caused by the dis­covery of the body of Billie Wassermann.

Summer moved into Parkside on Friday, if only for a preview, blanketing the city with the hot-and-stickies.

This pulled some of the heat from the Parkside Police Department, and even the Ice Lady seemed to be backing off, improving her editorial chastisement and the mood of Lieutenant Anderson with it.

It's Norfolk's case—not Parkside's or mine.

Parkside was no safer than the worst of the worst—we might as well be living in Philadelphia, or, God forbid, The Big Apple!

He made the continued killings "of those thugs" sound like good news, but emphasized it was only a matter of time until the might of right and justice would prevail and calm would return to Parkside.

He wanted something a hell of a lot stronger—a double bourbon and leave the bottle but he knew the return trip to Parkside lay before him.

I'll be joining 'em—you'll be holding down the fort here in Parkside, Pennsylvania.

They sure don't sell the Parkside Sentinel in Kansas or Durango, Colorado and he didn't have the newspaper forwarded from Scranton.

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