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Fighting acrophobia and a strong north wind atop a 100 feet tall grain silo; threatened with both claustrophobia and hyperthermia in two feet of headspace in a box car full of wheat; fighting nausea in a rendering plant while supervising the destruction of two tons of seized meat; driving 100 miles an hour on a two-lane country road; working undercover and unarmed with two heavily armed drug dealers; up to his knees in cow manure; trying to urinate in a paper coffee cup while tailing a truck loaded with counterfeit hair tonic; posing as an insurance adjuster and a Bible salesman — all in a day's work for Johnny D.

From September 1960 to June 1964, the author was an investigator for the US Food and Drug Administration in the Baltimore District that included the states of Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia and the eastern half of North Carolina. He carried badge number 768.

His assignments that included inspections of food, drug, and cosmetic manufacturers, investigations of white-collar violations of the Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act, and even undercover investigations in a branch of the FDA —the Bureau of Drug Abuse Control — were seldom routine or humdrum. The more noteworthy of his experiences are included in this book.

This is bf oswald's first non-fiction title. However, his writing style that has gained him readers from all over the world is not sacrificed for the sake of reality. In JDS, Candy Cop, he has woven together humorous moments with those of fear, excitement, and even pathos in this book that although anchored in reality, reads like a novel.

Readers' Reviews:

Amazing behind-the-scenes look at inspections that we take for granted. Although methods may have changed, it's a valuable look at how food is processed in quantity and why it's smart to eat fresh whenever possible. Well worth the read!
Janine Moon
Columbus Ohio

Not your typical cop story. In this work, bf oswald provides a look back to the decade of the 1960s and what it was like being an investigator for the US Food and Drug Administration. He makes no effort to glamorize his work, in fact he readily admits his mistakes and failures, some of which are laugh-out-loud funny. But, he also introduces the reader to the importance of the FDA investigator’s role in providing the public with the safest foods, drugs and cosmetics in the world.
Johnny Dee
Book Reviewer
The Purple Page Literary Magazine
This is the second of bf oswald’s books I’ve reviewed, the first was historical fiction, well written, and enjoyable read. I selected Candy Cop because it nonfiction and I wanted see if there was any difference in the way it was written. Not a lot. The author deals with various incidents in his early life, that of a Federal agent, with the same easy to read prose and spices his account with occasional humor that makes this an enjoyable as well as an interesting read. Many times in Candy Cop, the truth is stranger than fiction. Truly fascinating.
Althea Chrome
The Creative Journal

Allow yourself extra time before you start this book. I couldn’t lay it down from start to finish.
Seeley Booth
Special Agent FBI, Retired

I think bf oswald is one of the best novelists writing today. I have read most of his novels and expected to be a little let down by his nonfiction. I wasn’t. I’m still catching up the sleep I missed reading Candy Cop.
Nancy Peters
Avon Lake, Ohio

It’s good, but not as good as his novels.
Jane Tarr
Bay Village, Ohio

bf oswald says that the events he writes about happened fifty years ago. He must have a hell of a memory. At first I thought he was making all this stuff up but as I got into the book I realized that it is would take a fantastic imagination and a lot of work to tie events and places together as well as he did.
Jane Marple
Providence, RI

I wish I had a job that offered as many interesting experiences on a daily basis like those that challenged the author. What a ride.
Hugh Clingan
Franklin Church, Ohio

bf oswald's latest book JOHNNY DESILVER FDA is a delightful read. A wonderful combination of autobiographical facts and historical events mixed with droll humor and wit. You will find this narrative
so absorbing that you will wish for just a little more time to read; then a little more time. And then you will smile at his memories. This is a must read as are all of bf oswald's books.

From the Book:

A Nickel's Worth of Happiness

Bill Phillips was a big bear of a man with a deep somewhat gravelly voice, who at first impression appeared to be as gruff as he looked. He was in truth a very gentle man, a dedicated family man who doted on his grandchildren. He was our primary import inspector, knew his way around the waterfront, and exhibited a depth of knowledge second to none, which was coupled with good, common sense. Working with him, as I did for several weeks, was a learning experience which was always pleasant if not fun.

Now I need to emphasize his modicum of common sense. When confronted with a situation, he always took his time to weigh the information before acting. That's why his behavior on this particular evening came as such a surprise to me.

While many of us took the bus to and from work to save the downtown parking fees, Bill invariably drove. He lived not too far from me so on the weeks that I had to travel, I would ask him to swing by my house and pick me up so I didn't have to leave my car parked in town while I was gone.

This particular occurrence took place on a cold Friday evening early in January. I had been working out of the Norfolk Inspection Station all week, so I was going to ride home with Bill. The public parking lot was about four blocks east of our office on Gay Street and was located in what at that time was the tenderloin area. On our way to and from the parking lot we generally would be approached by a half dozen or so panhandlers asking for change to get a cup of coffee or a bowl of soup or a sandwich. Bill's response to these pleas was to offer to buy the derelict a meal at one of the nearby diners. I never doubted the sincerity of his offer and fully expected and accepted the possibility of a detour to a local restaurant at any time. I never witnessed his offer accepted.

Which brings me to the matter at hand.

We were about two blocks from Bill's car when he stopped suddenly; he had been walking beside me on my right next to the storefronts and doorways. When I looked back, he was hunched over looking down. I turned and walked back to where he had stopped.

His large frame was bent slightly at the waist, and he was listening to a small waif of a girl wearing only a light dress and a pair of broken down shoes that offered no protection from the slush in which she was standing. There was an imploring look on her pretty little, but dirty face. And there was a pleading tone in her voice as she spoke.

I heard, "Please, mister, just a nickel so I can buy my little brother some candy. He's sick, and I want to do somethin' nice for him. But I ain't got any money and momma don't have any to give me either." The way she delivered her story was enough to make a grown man cry. Bill looked a little like he might.

Then, he recovered sufficiently to say, "Little girl, you hadn't ought to be doing this. You hadn't ought to be asking strangers for money."

"PLEASE MISTER!" She began tugging at the seam of his trousers. "Please Mister! " she said again only in a more subdued voice.

Bill straightened up, a stern look on his face and a firm note in his voice. "If I give you a nickel, you'll just ask someone else for another, and then you'll start asking for more money, and the next thing you know you'll be walking the streets doing nasty things for money and that will be your ruination. I don't want to be the one that starts that happening."

Two large tears traced their way down her cheeks leaving streaks in the grime on her face. She let go of his pant leg and turned away from him. Then, she turned back and said in a voice choked by a sob and barely audible. "Please, mister."

Bill reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change, sorted through it, extracted a quarter, and gave it to her. "You've got to promise me that you will NEVER! NEVER! ask another stranger for money."

"Yes, sir." she murmured and turned away from him, head bowed, and slowly stepped her way up the stoop and through the door that opened to the stairs to the tenements above.

Bill turned away and began walking briskly toward the parking lot. I stayed behind for a moment and, unless my ears deceived me, as the door swung shut I thought I heard the sound of little feet skipping up the stairs and the faint strains of a song being sung in a child's voice.

I caught up with Bill. He looked pleased with himself. "I think I nipped that in the bud," he said. "Don't you?"

I didn't give voice to what I was thinking which was, nothing succeeds like success and damn that girl's good!

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