![]() He also demonstrated and taught his shooting methods at the FBI Academy. While in the FBI he was assigned to different locations, including as Special Agent in Charge (SAC) at the El Paso field office in 1941, and SAC at Albuquerque, New Mexico, but spent most of his career in Oklahoma City, becoming Oklahoma City FBI agency head in 1956. Following this incident, Bryce was recruited by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) as a Special Agent. O'Donnell faced Bryce pointing a Colt 1911 in each hand. Led to a room by the female proprietor's mother, Bryce found Walton and O'Donnell in bed with Bolen. Bryce's information put them at the Wren Hotel, run by Merle Bolen. On July 18, 1934, Bryce, with other officers, was searching for Harvey Pugh (a cop killer and criminal associate of Clyde Barrow), and his accomplices Ray O'Donnell and Tom Walton. Bryce drew his gun in reply and wounded the criminal, who managed to escape into a nearby theater where he later died. ![]() Also while with the Department he attempted to apprehend a wanted gangster who drew his gun and opened fire. After Bryce demanded their surrender they both fired pistols Bryce then drew and fired twice, killing both men. When confronted, one of the dying men said, “I can't believe I was killed by a Jelly Bean like you." A jelly bean was a slang term for a debonair dresser, and the nickname 'Jelly' stuck.ĭuring his first year, while patrolling in a police car, he confronted two thieves attempting to break into furniture store premises. ![]() ![]() Later he rescued a fellow officer from a moving car who was fighting off three criminals he jumped on the running board and shot two of the criminals. He identified himself as a police officer, after which the suspect drew a pistol Bryce then drew his and wounded the criminal. On his second day with Oklahoma City police Auto Theft Bureau Bryce confronted a thief trying to hot-wire a car. Following this and during a shooting competition at Shawnee, Oklahoma, Bryce's marksmanship was noticed by an Oklahoma City Police Department night chief who suggested that he should join his police department, which he did in 1928 at age 22, the youngest detective in the department. Thank you for being patient with me.In 1927 Bryce became an Oklahoma State game agent, but resigned, intending to pursue college. For the gut-trusters, the curious, and the ones who feel it all. For those who have a strong sense of self. They opened my mind in creating them and it is my hope in sharing them that they will go on to open the minds of those who listen. Fast forward a few months and I am living in California and we are making just that: he immediately asked me where my record was. I couldn't have asked for a better place to focus on my craft and grow as a writer.įour years later, I was on a writing trip to LA when I found myself at Greg Wells' studio playing some songs. If you know Nashville, you know that that town is a songwriting university in itself. Before I knew it, I was leaving my hometown of Miami, Florida to study songwriting at Belmont University in Nashville, where I met some of the most incredible mentors and collaborators. I spent the next few years writing, playing live, and making singer/songwriter friends through YouTube. My guitar will never see the bottom of a bed again. It opened the door to the world where I find the greatest sense of belonging. I pulled that guitar out from under the bed, dusted it off, and, this time, it didn't bring me pain. I got hit by it all enough to want - to need - to say something. One of the most monumental years of my life, heavy with loss and change and growing up. I was given a guitar for my 15th birthday and it hurt my fingers to play so bad that I kept it under my bed for an entire year. Many guess that guitar has been a part of me for that long too, but here's the true story: ![]() For me, it was Lauryn Hill, Adele, Joni Mitchell. While everyone around me was dreaming of O pera H ouses and Broadway, I was envisioning Radio City Music Hall. As much as I loved being a part of all of that, it didn't really feel like my musical place. I took it and ran and quickly found myself diving deep into classical and musical theatre. Choir was my first chance to make it to the stage. I was the impatient kid jealous of all the first graders who were old enough to join the choir, and, oh, w hen that opportunity came, you bet ya I was at the front of the audition line. I'd bring my CDs to school and beg the teachers to play them during class. First it was the Norah Jones, Sheryl Crow, The Carpenters, Corinne Bailey Rae. What life would that be anyway? And, quite honestly, would it really be mine? I would make no sense. ![]()
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