Teddy
When I was twelve years old, my family moved from Atlanta, Georgia to Los Angeles. My father, a homicide detective with a high clearance rate, wrote a memoir about his experience as a beat cop on the streets of Atlanta who was one of the youngest police officers ever to be promoted to detective. The book was number one on the New York Times bestseller list for twelve weeks and soon, Hollywood came calling.
My father moved us to Los Angeles because he was offered a two-picture deal and a TV show based on his book. When we got to LA, dad decided he loved being a cop too much to leave it for the limelight and the LAPD was only too happy to take him in.
That’s the official story. While the lure of Hollywood cash tempted my folks, they were also decent, churchgoing salt-of-the-earth pe
