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Discussion in 'Just Shootin' The Breeze' started by Rock, Mar 27, 2012.
You HAD hair?
Francis Mullen (second from left) was chief of police when I was appointed;
This guy would break into houses and steal women's underwear, which he was wearing when finally arrested;
"This guy would break into houses and steal women's underwear, which he was wearing when finally arrested;"
What's wrong with THAT, Hmmmm? Ya big meanie!
What's with all the Irish names? Geez, did ANYONE do any work beside the Irish (and an Italian now and then)?
After I was appointed, I was asked several times by old-timers how I managed to get on, since I was neither Irish, Italian, or Roman Catholic (I'm a Scottish Protestant).
My reply: I was a CS appeal. I was denied appointment because IMO I (first and foremost) I lacked political connections, but even then my 99% with Veteran's status wasn't enough to break through the nepotism barrier.
There was someone (non-Veteran) WAY behind me on the list with ultra-supreme political connections that HAD to be reached, so I mysteriously developed high blood-pressure, which I never had before, and I haven't had since that one day in the city physician's office. That physician, BTW, is now in state prison for raping his patients. Marcos Ramos. Google it.
Let this be a lesson......NOTHING is on the level. MA PD's will literally invent ways to bypass you, so be ultra-vigilant in every aspect when you get a card.
Here's my dear old Dad taken when he was a New York Central RR cop back circa 1959.
Another of dear old Dad taken with one of his partners, Tom Murray about the same time period. My Dad said they handed him his uniform, his badges and a gun and said, "Go get 'em." Not even a pair of handcuffs!
My how times have changed.
What I can't understand is, my Dad was (still is for a 75 year old) a good looking guy. My mother, a good looking girl. My BROTHER is a good looking guy.
How the hell did I turn out so MUCH BETTER LOOKING????
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha. Ugly people need a sense of humor to cope!
I didn't realize there was another Scottish Protestant on the job,Delta. Must be why I see things as you do and agree so often. Just thought I was strange.
Sometime around 1990 Operation Rescue came to a clinic in town and we made a little over 100 arrests that day. In the top picture we're carrying limp protestors away from the place. The bottom photo is a protestor who had climbed under a wagon and chained himself to the driveshaft .
All 4 of my grandparents are from the same town (Port Glasgow) in Scotland....my paternal grandmother actually dated my maternal grandfather for a short time. They were drawn to the Q by the Fore River Shipyard, as Port Glasgow is known for shipbuilding, and both my grandfathers worked at the shipyards there before emigrating to the U.S.
If I were any more Scottish, I'd have to wear a kilt 24/7.
Well played, my friend.....well played.
Just remember that payback is a mofo.....I also still owe you a beverage of your choice at DD's for the bet I lost that I can't remember. If you don't cash it in before you go back to the Walking Dead (midnight) shift, it will become null & void.
I'm 1/4 Scottish, but the Catholic kind. My Dad's mother is from Nova Scotia where so many Catholic Scots went to avoid being Presbyterians. Then they had to deal with the French who had already settled there. It's nicer now and they play well together, for the most part I guess.
I tell my wife's family that I'm a quarter Mexican so I can eat spicy food, even though I'm German, Irish, and who knows what else.
She's half Mexican and half Irish, so that's 50%...according to Kevin Gilmartin that makes all the kids leprecanos. I just take the 25% as a freebie.
My great-grandfather, Fall River PD. This is from around 1927.
Boston Public Library's Flickr.com account, Photo by Leslie Jones 1951. Western Ave. Market St. Brighton
Ehhh, just a scratch....
"Oh, that will buff right out".
Those old poles didn't move an inch
Wow! Great picture.
In the back of the pic you see "King B's"? I bought my first car from them for $200.00 when I was 17 years old. I haven't thought about that in years.
You can't leave the details out Rock, did you decide on the Pinto or the Gremlin?
It was bad but not that bad. It was a 1980 Honda Civic hatch back. And yes, the ladies did flock.
Bloodhound, judging by his age in the photo, your great-grandfather must have joined the department back in about 1900. Very cool stuff. Do you have any memorabilia besides this photo?
Were you the one with the story about trading your Civic for your buddies Vette for a week?
BPL Archives, Flickr.com, Leslie Jones, (1951