I was still a recruit in the Boston Police Academy when I attended my first police funeral. It was September 28, 1970. I remember it still.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
As I got older, I'd say probably when I got to, like, seventh or eighth grade, I was living in Atlanta, Georgia at the time, and I went for an open call for an agent, a local agent out there, a woman named Joy Purvis, and she ended up picking me up.
There are certain age limits on police officers. They'd have retired me out at 65.
I remember when I was a private soldier. I remember the days when I was taken care of and when I was not taken care of.
In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself.
I used to work as a private detective years and years ago.
I was a policeman for 18 years.
I wanted to be a New York City cop before I became an actor.
I was a prosecutor in Brooklyn in the homicide division and then as a senior assistant district attorney.
I do remember being in high school and trying to go to an Outlaws concert, but I was too drunk and ended up in trouble with the police at some truck stop on 95 in Connecticut.