Back in my day, no self respecting hoodlum would hang out in Albany. We (kids who grew up in Berkeley and Oakland) thought there was no there there. The cops in Oakland let us drink Schlitz malt liquor and smoke on the steps of the elementary school (after school hours of course) as long as we weren't bothering anyone. They had better things to do than hassle us. We respected them enough not to cause (too much) trouble. The relationship worked. So the only reason we'd brave the possibility of butting heads with the Small Town Police in Albany was to ...
