For the record, the cops didn’t question me and it wouldn’t have done them any good.
In the world in which I lived at the time, a certain amount of corruption was deemed acceptable.
Business as usual — just like Washington, the Statehouse and City Hall. The only difference was that the people on the streets of Cleveland were honest about it. They didn’t pretend to be doing anyone any favors.
Most likely, my next post will delve a little deeper into that world. (In case you’re wondering what I’m talking about in this post, click on the links in the subhead, the photo caption or here.)