By Mo McCooper, October 21, 2010 — From my earliest memories, there were cops around. My dad’s older brother, Joe, was a township policeman as were Mr. Norton and Mr. Tierney. Their children were friends of ours. Our town had it’s own police force. Some of their kids went to school with some of us.
Sergeant Girvin was the head of the town police. He knew every kid and would not hesitate to holler at us or even chase us if we were where we shouldn’t be, but we all liked him a lot and secretly called him “Charlie the Cop.” He was ably assisted by Augie, Boots, Jake, and George. They all kept our town safe from jerks and punks.
Officer De Bonn, his wife and beautiful children had a lovely home on the street between my house and my Aunt Helen’s, where I hid between a tree and ate a large lemon merengue pie meant for my family. But that’s another story.