From the first day he put it on, Bobby Moylan loved being in uniform. As corny as it sounded, Bobby took the “protect and serve” police mandate seriously, and the uniform was the most visible manifestation of this credo. Veteran cops explained uniformed patrol work as ninety-five percent sheer boredom and five percent sheer terror. Bobby loved the action included in the five percent, but he also relished the other ninety-five percent of uniformed patrol. He loved walking his post and interacting with the people. To Bobby, wearing the uniform was akin to wearing a sign that read “I’m one of the good guys—I can help you.” Whether it was providing directions, comforting a lost child, tending to a sick commuter, or providing an ear to someone having a bad day, Bobby never lost the thrill he re
