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My first introduction to Honey Bees was on the island of Crete back in 1971-72.  Unfortunately it wasn’t a pleasant introduction. My grandmother had told me to go to the olive groves to see my father and my uncle who were in the process of extracting the honey. I, being 10 years old, a clueless kid had no idea what she was talking about.  When I proceeded into the field, I saw two men dressed in white, called out to my father, my father turned around, arms flailing, telling me to stay back.  I didn’t understand  and the honey bees attacked me.

Years later, my father started keeping bees at our house in Sandy Hook, CT.  After my experience in Greece, I wanted no part of it.  I was hesitant and reluctant to go anywhere near the hives.  It wasn’t until my father explained to me what I was missing.  He had me actually sit there and watch them.  He put my hand at the hive entrance and what really amazed me was that when the bees came out it was as if they smelled my finger and walked back in.  I looked at him inquisitively and asked what just happened.  He explained those are the guard bees.  They saw that you weren’t a threat and they walked back in. That was 1977. I took over one of the hives and I never looked back. I was just fascinated by them.

Fast forward to 1994.  I was in the New York City Police Department in the Academy.  They asked what your interests and hobbies were in civilian life?  I put down heating ventilation and air-conditioning, electrical construction, beekeeping, among other things.  The rest was history. I was the official beekeeper for the NYPD for 20 years and I was the first police officer to actually start and finish in that same position.

I’ll be telling some of the interesting jobs that I had the pleasure of handling and, from an investigative point, coming to the conclusion of what caused a swarm or absconding. Later on, filming with Mike Rowe of “Dirty jobs”