In the summer of 2020, I was at a backyard barbecue chatting with a friendly guy who told me he used to be a homicide detective with the NYPD. It was still the time during the pandemic when people wore face-masks, even at outdoor gatherings, but my surprise must have still registered over my N95. Ex-cops were not usually found at mixers in my Brooklyn neighborhood, especially friendly ones.
Then he mentioned that he now worked at a preschool.
