I went to my 50 year H.S. reunion in 1968. The strongest kid in our class had a career as an FBI agent. He was boasting about the time in the summers he and the girl in our class who looked 15 going on 33 in high school would hang around in Fitzgerald's on Beach 109th Street in Rockway (long closed, sadly). She would flirt with drunks while he would pilfer the money they had sitting on the bar. (In those days it was common to put five or ten dollars and the barkeep would deduct a quarter for each beer.) I am sure he had an outstanding career with the bureau.
I have also known a few cops that boasted about their “methods” like timing other cop cars speeding and then using that radar time all night to write tickets against cars that were not “a Ford or a Chevrolet”.
(I went to my 50 year H.S. reunion in 1968)
Are you saying you’re 122 or 123 years old friend?
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I believe your story but wonder 🤔 if you made a typo there...