For a cop the Fisherman's Terminal area years ago was a love or hate beat. It was either sought after or to be avoided depending on the officer.
Fishermen being fishermen, I suppose there was more than their fair share of drunkeness and a few odd scuffles but there was little serious crime there.
There were also a number of second hand/Goodwill type stores in the area. You could be anyone you wanted for a couple of bucks. You could walk in wearing jeans and a sweat shirt and walk out dressed like Al Capone or an elephant hunter for under five bucks.
One time my bored buddy and I bought a serge grey suit, a late 40s/early 50s model, a fedora and a pair of glasses. We also found a pretty good Superman outfit.
Another guy we knew, Dan, donned the outfit and we waited for the beat cop to stumble on by. Dan could run like a deer.
Anyway, the cop was about halfway up the block when Dan came running past him, dove into the phone booth and a couple of seconds later came out as Superman. He flitted around the corner and disappeared into a shop and headed straight to the men's room or someplace out of sight.
The cop came charging up the street with a "What the hell is this all about?" look on his face. He looked around the corner and saw the two of us with astonished looks on our faces, pointing out to the horizon.
We turned and looked at him wide eyed and said someone or something had jumped into the phone booth, jumped out again and had flown off.
He went to the phone booth about 20 feet away, looked and rifled through the clothing. He turned to glare at us with a somewhat amused look.
"Good job," he said. "You even got the glasses and the right kind, too. Now why don't you guys just go drinking somewhere like the rest of you guys and leave me alone. You two guys have too much time and money on your hands and that's a damned dangerous combination!"
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