The chief of police in our small town had a wooden arm, used it very proficiently and was afraid of absolutely nothing.
This was in the old days, they did not even have a radio, just a light over the telephone company, when it was on they would go to a phone and the operator would give them the message.
He knew every kid by name, who was new to town, newcomers met him first, who was welcome who was not. When you had a problem you could go to him and talk anytime.
Your thoughts brought back many memories of good times with our police. In those days they were our police and many would not hesitate to help them when they needed help.
I have a description of "The Town Cop" by Steinbeck, will try to find it and post it later.
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