When I was twenty-three years old, five months out of college, with a degree in music, and without any idea of what to do with myself, I took a job as a policeman in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, and resolved to stay with it for a year because I thought it would do me good. I was lonely much of the time, as well as scared, surprised, excited, embarrassed, self-righteous, and many other things, too. I spent hours at a stretch hoping nothing serious would happen when I was working alone; I never quite shook the feeling that I was a fraud; and on several occasions, when it all seemed to be too much, I meant to quit, but I never did. -Alec WilkinsonAbout the AuthorAlec Wilkinson has been a staff writer at the New Yorker for many years, and also contributes to such magazines as DoubleTake, Esquire, and Rolling Stone. He is the author of five books, including Moonshine: A Life in Pursuit of White Liquor."His reporter"s eye for detail is omnivorous...ear for voices is fine and precise and his perceptions of and compassion for his fellow officers are profound. Never patronizing, never amused at their expense; he portrays them as they are: underpaid, underappreciated rural Americans struggling to make it from day to day."-New York Times Book Review"Midnights portrays the voices and routines of believable men... he conveys his experiences with wisdom and sophistication."-Chicago Tribune