When I was a kid growing up in the 50s the cops were a different breed. I had Florida Highway Patrolmen give me a ride home at least twice. Once one picked up me and my brother and he patiently answered my big brother’s questions.
One of them was “how far can you chase a suspect, can you cross state lines?” He answered that he could chase him indefinitely as long as he could see the tail lights.
My Sunday School teacher was a Florida Highway Patrolman. I don’t think he would ever have shot someone before finding out what was going on. I could understand him being ready and having his gun in hand but not shoot until he knew what was happening.
Modern cops wear the same hairdo with both sides of their head nearly shaved with a sort of faux mohawk. They wear something like perfume and look like they just stepped out of a hair dressers.
When did you meet Corporal Perritti of the Saint Tammany Parish Sheriff's Department? You left out the expensive designer sun glasses. He is the only equine terminal orifice on that force that I have encountered in eight years of living in the parish.
“When I was a kid growing up in the 50s the cops were a different breed. I had Florida Highway Patrolmen give me a ride home at least twice.”
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The same for me during the 50s. I was on the school safety patrol. When school let out for the day, we had car 44, officer Cunningham, working the highway crossing. He would give me a ride home on some afternoons.