Wow! How times have changed.from our trunk of weapons to today’s cops with nothing but friendly words like Please sir/ma’am….stop spitting on me. We carried paper bags to put over their heads for spitting. After spitting. Told the cops tonight how we had to hog tie some and toss them face down on the back floor. Cuffed and shackled. They were smiling with imagination. Told them of our high speed chases into Baltimore City. And how we in Brooklyn Park would take our drunks into the city and Baltimore City would bring theirs to our side. I had one drunk tell me he was on Pratt Street when city cops picked him up.SMH.He got a free trip back into Baltimore City.