Freddogg Off The Chain

Here in the resort area there are cops of all kinds-state and local-real and rent-a –cops, marine police, ferry police and a host of under cover brothers tripping over each other hoping to arrest those with arresting faces.
A few years ago a parent of one of my students cornered me at a football game and asked,”Is it true that you told your students if they haven’t been arrested then they don’t have much of a social life.”
‘That is true, ’I said. ‘There have been kids in boats arrested by cops in cars and kids on boardwalks arrested by cops from the beaches. And there are no Miranda warnings, local cops believe they can take a person into custody on suspicion of “underage drinking” handcuff them to a bench in the police station then solicit testimony from them I could go on but that’s my probation officer on the cell and I really should take his call.”
The latest infringements on the rights of people just out there living a life are the cover band police. Did you know that if you have a band playing cover tunes like a medley of lame ass classics that should have been jettisoned to outer space with the rest of the golden oldies 45 years ago –by the way I outweighed sputnik 57 pounds-when it was launched by the Russians- you are supposed to get permission and pay a fee.
“Imagine a bar at the shore on a Wednesday night and sitting around are Sham the Sham, Question Mark minus the Mysterians, Bee Bumble who popularized the “NO NO” song before leaving the Stingers–Nobody can do the Popeye like I do-Chubby Checker who stole the twist from Hank Ballard in the first place and Bobby Rydell who is never far from a shore bar where he may be recognized by an aging Italian blimp who still sees him as a rock star.
What you don’t find are Motown police because the culture is way different. I have seen the Drifters live in shore bars 16 times with never the same people. Some manger dude drives the narrow streets of North Philly recruiting singers then filling gigs in a two hundred mile radius as old white people wax nostalgic from Under the Boardwalk-half of north Philly was there in the summer of 58’-no white people and up on the roof where you could find the other half-“we talking flat roof..
Bust one of those Cover bands and you’ll be covering your ass on the way out the door in a very special Magic Moment.

Just a walking the Freddogg