It was a Saturday morning and I recall it all well. I was at my grandmother’s house when a call came from my mother that there was a policeman who wanted to see me at home. I could hardly believe what she was relating! I couldn’t imagine why a policeman would want to see me. Home I went and there sitting in a chair in the living room was a great big hulk of a sargeant! I still remember his opening greeting - "Hello, Bob!" It seemed that a woman two doors down the street had sent a letter to the Rochester Police Department naming me as the "ring-leader" of a group of young boys (I was probably eleven at the time) who played ball in front of her house and who allowed the ball, far too many times, to roll into her yard. That was my offense! The sargeant was very nice to me. After all, I suspe…