I was a police officer in Augusta, Ga.
I had a dream, when I was little, to become a police officer and a crime investigator.
I've never been a cop nor hope to be a cop, thanks.
I enjoyed being a police officer; I enjoyed the investigations.
My father was a police officer in Los Angeles.
To be honest, a lot of ride-alongs are not that great. There might be one or two calls on the radio - not a lot - depending on what time you go.
Eight to ten years in a patrol car? I didn't have that in me.
The last thing a real cop wants to do is write a ticket. That's the truth.
I rode with four street-clothes cops in the East Village. I spent six weeks riding with them every day - in street clothes, with a vest underneath.
Driver Shepherd and I had been detailed to drive Lt. Budden in the Wireless Truck. We had been standing by vehicles for an hour, and nothing had happened, but it happened frequently.
Sergeant Colon of the Ankh-Morpork City Guard was on duty. He was guarding the Brass Bridge, the main link between Ankh and Morpork. From theft. When it came to crime prevention, Sergeant Colon found it safest to think big.
