The cops arrived. Two plain SEPTA busses pulled up, and the Boot Cops emptied out and formed a skirmish line between us and the crowd, which the news reported as over 500 by that point. The Boot Cops (the Highway Patrol) did not wade into the crowd or shout; they just stood their ground. We froze and watched as the cops did their stutter stepping, a half step at a time. The sound of their boots hitting the asphalt in front of them made the walls shake. They moved into a “V” type wedge and kept going forward, with the “V” getting larger and larger. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. No injuries, no nonsense but a lasting memory and a turning point in my life. I wanted that respect. Some say it may have been fear, but I believe it was the professionalism that the crowd couldn’t deal with; they knew those guys weren't going to put up with any nonsense, no matter who you were. It was like watching an expeditionary force; they came, they saw, they removed the threat, they left. They won the battle by acting and moving as one, no emotion, just a job to do.
Ok, I was in. Where did I sign up?