He walked the beat on Greenmount Avenue and 33rd Street. If he came upon a meter in front of a business that had expired or was about to expire, he would go into that business and get the person to feed the meter. He would not give them a ticket. His ticket book was yellow, and the pages curled up from lack of use. He was a well-loved policeman by all of the merchants in the neighborhood. He was a very good man. Happy 100th birthday, dad.