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Originally Posted by Whitley
Growing up in NYC, I recall the foot patrol police. We would see the same officer after school each day. He was hurt in the line of duty and many of us (schoolkids) sent cards and even visited him when he was in rehab. School did not make us, parents didn't force us. He was just our cop friend. How times have changed.
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I grew up in a small town. “Where they take care of their own”. A cop would take a drunk home. No DUI that cost $5,000 and your license. If a neighborhood kid got out of line his father would take care of the situation. Every boy had a pocket knife and took it to school but you would fight with your fist not with a knife or gun. Oh, all boys had BB guns and there were less sparrows around to crap on Dad’s car. There was much more that went on in my small town but no need to say more to make a point. Yep, those were the good ol’ days!