My father was a DPD reserve in the late 60s...
He spent the better part of 24 hours riding on the back of fire trucks with a rifle, keeping rioters at bay while the firefighters put out fires. For that, he was paid $1.30 an hour, and lost his day job as an orderly at Saratoga Hospital, because he didn't show up for work. Meanwhile, my mother and my infant sister had to fight through the chaos to get to my grandparents' house in Warren. Just putting that out there...
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