My dad was a New York City cop. His father was a New York City fireman. And my mother's dad was a city taxi driver.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad was a cop. My mom worked at various jobs - she worked as a homemaker, a bank teller, a bartender.
I grew up in a family of firemen and cops.
I've played a lot of cops. In fact, my father was a cop.
My father was a security guard. I was a security guard.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
My dad was a golden gloves boxer in the Marine Corps, then a deputy sheriff. My mom worked as an office assistant.
I was born here in the city, born in the Bronx. Son of a cop. One grandfather was a taxi driver; the other was a firefighter. New York is in my DNA.
Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.
My father's a firefighter. He was my whole life. And my brother-in-law and several family members are firefighters.
My mother's a police officer, so there was only so much trouble I could get myself into. But my father grew up on the other side.