Dragnet.
Look at this face. Joe Friday of Dragnet. The world-weary detective has seen it all, more than most of us could stomach. Pained, and still faintly disgusted, he chooses his battles with care, and sidesteps the rest.

I was thinking of Dragnet as a name for this WhoWhereWhen software. Your net may drag up more than you were looking for. I have seen it happen, for one of our early users. I have seen that Joe Friday look on his face.
Dragnet was an early forensics show, giving details of police work and detective methodology in the radio and early TV era.
The term “dragnet” is a police term taken from fishing. Not sport fishing or solitary fishing, but a team effort by the men of a village, a tug-of-war that drags a huge net through the shallows and onto shore with hundreds of fish inside.
So in detective work, a dragnet is a way of searching for a suspect with every member of the force pulling together, not the hit-or-miss efforts of a detective or two over time. The dragnet surrounds a hidden suspect who might flee, and closes off all routes of escape. Then the dragnet slowly tightens, closing in on the hidden suspect from all directions.

Like a dragnet, WhoWhereWhen weaves a net around your questions, hunches, and suspicions, a net of horizontal strands and vertical strands, with various Who and What and Where on the horizontal bands (Edna, the cabin, the skiff), and time ranges on the vertical (“When was Edna at the cabin when we had that skiff there? Not sure. Between Spring of 1998 and Autumn of 1999, I know that much.”
In this dragnet, only the vertical tightens, the time range, as you close in on the exact dates of something or other (“Ah, we got the skiff last week of September, an end-of-season sale, just before we closed the cabin for the season, but which year? Edna went to Spain for two years in January 1999, so it was 1998, the last of September in 1998….”
WhoWhereWhen is forensic software, investigative software, and I have seen that Joe Friday look from one of our earliest users.

Joe, let’s call him. Joe used WhoWhereWhen to prepare for court when his wife sued for divorce. Second marriage for both of them. When did he lose her, he wondered, in the course of their ten-year marriage.
In the beginning he sold his apartment in the city for a gain of 350 thousand and moved in with her, an hour outside the city.
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen, with links to documents that gave the dates and details. She had two kids at home, an older girl and a younger boy, not yet in high school.
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen, with his wife on one band, the boy on another, and the girl on another.
He bought two gym locations for her to operate and she was so happy for a time.
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen, with two new bands for the two locations, and links to receipts and letters and such, that gave the dates.
The gyms were a bad investment and failed, for everyone. Was that it, he wondered? When was that? Early 2005.
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen….
Yes, she had been shrieking horrible things around that time. Shocked, and wondering if she needed help of some kind, he had written some of them down. She was a psychiatric nurse, though. She would know for herself, wouldn’t she?
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen….
Were her two kids still at home to hear that? He looked. No, they moved in with their father in a neighboring state the summer before.
He entered that into WhoWhereWhen, approximately for now….
His wife took that hard, when her two kids moved in with their father. She blamed Joe, though Joe had heard that plan from the time he first met her kids and their father. It was their dream to go to school in that wealthy state, if and when their father could afford it. Their father and mother had gone bankrupt and nearly lost the house before Joe arrived. Joe brought the mortgage current and made major and long-overdue repairs to the house.
He entered receipts and dates into WhoWhereWhen….
Joe removed two illegal renters from the home and paid a fine. Then he renovated those spaces. Their living space doubled.
He entered court citations and receipts and dates into WhoWhereWhen….
His wife had twice lost her job just before they married. No fault of hers, but the companies failed. Her job was life and death to her daughter, though. Her daughter had survived a major birth defect and needed expensive medicines every month and expensive surgeries every year as long as she stayed alive. Joe supplied health insurance and paid for a surgeon the insurance would not cover.
When was that surgery? Joe entered that into WhoWhereWhen, with his best guess about the date range.
The daughter (Amy, let’s say) had just reached puberty. How old? She had a tutor while she recovered at home for six weeks, a tutor from the high school.
Joe tightened the date range around that surgery.
It was her freshman year, 2001-2002. Early in the year, because she was afraid of falling behind for months to come. Not quite two years, then, after Joe married her mother.
Joe stared at the picture in WhoWhereWhen. The net had begun to tighten around something. Something was swimming into view. Joe felt sick.
His new wife had told him F- Y- in slow motion, in an exorcist voice, early in their marriage. When was that?
Joe entered that into WhoWhereWhen as a question, with a huge date range around it, to start with.
That was after a Christmas pageant. He had sent her troubled son to a special school for a year. A year at the school cost more than Joe’s car. His last year before high school. The year of his sister’s surgery.
They had just come out of the Christmas pageant on campus.Within a few weeks after that surgery, then. Joe tightened that time range in WhoWhereWhen.
Her son had sung in the pageant that night. They had just gotten to the car afterwards. In the dark, waiting for other cars to move, Joe said he liked the pageant and the people, and the way their skits made Christmas funny. His wife leaned close to his ear and opened her teeth as wide as they would go and groaned F- Y- into his ear, in slow motion. He had a sick feeling then, and a sick feeling now, entering it into WhoWhereWhen. Like seeing the girl’s head turn all the way around in the Exorcist, or her words come out in bass baritone, with frost on her breath.
What was that, he asked her, when he saw she was not joking. He asked then and got no answer. He asked many times later. She gave a different half-hearted explanation each time. Maybe, Joe thought, someone had offended her that night. They were snooty at that school, as she put it. Not her kind of people.
Her strange unhappiness had begun long before their businesses failed. WhoWhereWhen gave Joe the age of the boy at any point, and the age of the girl, and the age of the marriage, and the age of the businesses, each on its own band.
They had just started their first location at the time, and customers saw the sign that said Coming Soon, and wrote letters asking where they could send their money.

She was shrieking at him long before the businesses failed, when the businesses were booming. The weave of WhoWhereWhen was tightening around something, and Joe began to make out the shape.
Their father came to the Christmas pageant that night. Maybe he said something to upset Joe’s wife. About the kids going to a different school in a different state, maybe. That old plan was no longer just talk. Their father had begun to put that plan in motion. Was that what upset Joe’s wife? That night and from then on?
He saw it now.
She had married Joe to keep her kids from leaving, from going with their father. Their father had recently remarried. If he remarried, she could compete with that. She could remarry too.
When her kids left anyhow, she was ready to leave too. Leave Joe.
She had married him for her daughter’s medicine and surgery. She had never loved him.
Joe tried to see it another way, but he was stuck. Caught in his own net.
Now you know what’s behind that look on Joe Friday’s face. The dragnet dredges up things no one wants to see….
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