With the way our cops are being so disparaged right now, I thought a story from my early childhood might be appropriate. In the early 1950s, when I was four years old, my family lived in North Park, San Diego, just across the street from Morley Field. My mother was in the hospital, having suffered a devastating miscarriage. I vividly remember hearing her moaning in agony through the bathroom door a few days before. A while later I watched men…..