I was DPD sworn from 73-75, when I moved on to Miami-Dade. From 72-73, I was a civilian on the Police Commissioner’s staff at Headquarters. One day, an officer I worked with took me down to the armory in the basement. It was probably after your grandfather’s time, but what a cool place. Unamaginable that one could get paid for spending each day working on Smith and Colt revolvers. How cool would that be?

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Metro Man