MY BROTHER JOE
Five years on the Philadelphia Mounted Police. Once a cop, always a cop.
Joe and I were driving from Broad St. to west Philly on Chestnut or Walnut, not sure. Traffic was heavy and slow. There was a young girl thumbing a ride. My brother stopped and picked her up. The moment she entered the car he proceeded to lecture her on the dangers of hitch hiking. He didn't stop 'til we reached her destination. The last thing he said to her was..."Don't Do That Again".
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