Wait there was one cop I liked. It was my handy man he was an ex cop retired big guy he was on the tactical patrol force they rode horses.

We used to talk while he fixed things. He was in the riots in Harlem on his horse. We would not let the rioters past Lexington ave.

Any way I actually talked to him back then. From talking about it he remember me. I liked him because he was prompt and he knew I was not full of shit when I talked about things that happened in my neighborhood.

He died a few years ago from cancer. I bought replacement windows from his son.