Police Officers Our Friends?
Police Officers Our Friends?
Have any police officers been important in you life or a curse?
Thinking back across my 75 years to recall the very first time a police officer was in my life I recalled my first two involvements were not pleasant and I caused the problem both times.
Around Halloween in 1958 when I was 14 was the first time. I was trying to make friends hanging out with a couple of Milt Love's friends away from his backyard ice rink that also was a football field and baseball diamond often on the weekends or during Summers when we were out of school.
The guys I met through our games of hockey, football or baseball all played on organized teams that I didn't except for softball one summer, the summer my parents did not travel for 2 to 3 weeks in August. That summer when I played on a Wish Egan Softball league team with Milt, Vern, Skippy, Joey and couple other guys my age or up to two years younger. That Summer my dad painted our house and we only took a short road trip in Michigan from Detroit to Mackinac Island, the Straits and to the locks at Suit Ste Marie in the northeastern tip of the Upper Pennisula of Michigan.
That Halloween week 3 or 4 of us were wandering in the dark the other side of State Fair Road south of where all of us live. I was a stranger in a strange land that night. Looking back over the past 60+ years I don't remember why we were walking that area where none of us knew anyone.
One of the other guys I was hanging with said "let's tap that house". What he meant was to tack the end of a fishing line with a hexagon nut tied to it and then go across the street and hide in the bushes and pull a Halloween Prank.
We would pull on the other end of the fishing line and caused the nut to tap on the window and scare the person inside.
After we got our jollies of doing that a few times causing the person inside the house to go into that room, turn on the lights and look outside of their front window we stopped and went our own directions heading to our own houses blocks away.
We were about 3 blocks south of State Fair and two streets east of my street Joann Street. My block was another block north of State Fair.
They other guys live to the east of my street about the same distance away.
I walked about a block away when a car pulled up, rolled down the driver's window and asked me "Where are you going kid?"
I remember being scared by his question.
Then he asked "where do you live kid?"
I told him on Joann.
"Where?" "What block?"
I responded, getting more and more scared "the last block between Collingham and 8 Mile."
"You don't belong in this neighborhood. Get in the car."
There were two men in the front seat. Age? I never thought about that then.
"Tell me where your house is. We'll take you home."
I was getting more and more scared by the minute.
Between where they picked me up and my house that talked to scare me about the Halloween Prank we had just played.
It turned out the house we had pulled the prank on was the sister of one them. They were off duty police officers. They were going to scare the shit out me for pulling the prank on their pregnant sister.
When we got to my house they talked to my dad standing on our small front porch with our closed screen door separating them.
My memory over the last 60+ years is that they were very angry.
My dad politely listened to them daming story about the Halloween Prank I had pulled that night.
Back to my memory all I recall is that my dad said something about me not going in that neighborhood again and definitely not at night and I should not hand with those boys again.
I don't recall any long FATHER TALK or any type of punishment being handed out that night.
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Have any police officers been important in you life or a curse?
Thinking back across my 75 years to recall the very first time a police officer was in my life I recalled my first two involvements were not pleasant and I caused the problem both times.
Around Halloween in 1958 when I was 14 was the first time. I was trying to make friends hanging out with a couple of Milt Love's friends away from his backyard ice rink that also was a football field and baseball diamond often on the weekends or during Summers when we were out of school.
The guys I met through our games of hockey, football or baseball all played on organized teams that I didn't except for softball one summer, the summer my parents did not travel for 2 to 3 weeks in August. That summer when I played on a Wish Egan Softball league team with Milt, Vern, Skippy, Joey and couple other guys my age or up to two years younger. That Summer my dad painted our house and we only took a short road trip in Michigan from Detroit to Mackinac Island, the Straits and to the locks at Suit Ste Marie in the northeastern tip of the Upper Pennisula of Michigan.
That Halloween week 3 or 4 of us were wandering in the dark the other side of State Fair Road south of where all of us live. I was a stranger in a strange land that night. Looking back over the past 60+ years I don't remember why we were walking that area where none of us knew anyone.
One of the other guys I was hanging with said "let's tap that house". What he meant was to tack the end of a fishing line with a hexagon nut tied to it and then go across the street and hide in the bushes and pull a Halloween Prank.
We would pull on the other end of the fishing line and caused the nut to tap on the window and scare the person inside.
After we got our jollies of doing that a few times causing the person inside the house to go into that room, turn on the lights and look outside of their front window we stopped and went our own directions heading to our own houses blocks away.
We were about 3 blocks south of State Fair and two streets east of my street Joann Street. My block was another block north of State Fair.
They other guys live to the east of my street about the same distance away.
I walked about a block away when a car pulled up, rolled down the driver's window and asked me "Where are you going kid?"
I remember being scared by his question.
Then he asked "where do you live kid?"
I told him on Joann.
"Where?" "What block?"
I responded, getting more and more scared "the last block between Collingham and 8 Mile."
"You don't belong in this neighborhood. Get in the car."
There were two men in the front seat. Age? I never thought about that then.
"Tell me where your house is. We'll take you home."
I was getting more and more scared by the minute.
Between where they picked me up and my house that talked to scare me about the Halloween Prank we had just played.
It turned out the house we had pulled the prank on was the sister of one them. They were off duty police officers. They were going to scare the shit out me for pulling the prank on their pregnant sister.
When we got to my house they talked to my dad standing on our small front porch with our closed screen door separating them.
My memory over the last 60+ years is that they were very angry.
My dad politely listened to them daming story about the Halloween Prank I had pulled that night.
Back to my memory all I recall is that my dad said something about me not going in that neighborhood again and definitely not at night and I should not hand with those boys again.
I don't recall any long FATHER TALK or any type of punishment being handed out that night.
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