I was chatting with my Dad last night over his new favorite drink, the Bronx cocktail and he was regaling me with tales of the San Francisco Police Officer's Association Christmas Parties he attended as a child. "There's was none of this Holiday Party bullshit back then. It was a Christmas Party!"
"What year was this?"
"Oh, I don't know. 1957?"
"So you were ten."
"Yeah, and it was basically just for the kids. We'd all run around the Old Hall."
"The Hall of Justice?"
"Yeah, but this was the OLD one. It's now the Financial District Hilton."
"Wait, where Melissa and I go to the spa is the old Hall of Justice?"
"Yes, and get a load of this. As entertainment for the kids, they'd do a line-up for us."
"What do you mean?"
Um, he means that cops would actually pull prisoners out of their cells and make them do a line-up for the amusement of children.
Fabulous! How great is this? I MUST have this brilliant display for my next event. I bet some hippie nixed the line-up for laughs. You know, this political correct bullshit is how we lose marvelous traditions like the joy my father experienced as a boy, mocking hobos in the actual drunk tank. Ah, how I miss the good ole days...