This scene would be almost comically surreal to people from states where the Police spend their resources bashing and repressing the people. I happen upon an amazingly sunny, peopled Federation Square in Melbourne, Australia, and who's churning out the syropy-smooth jazz standards, but a 30-piece band of coppers! The ladies and men in blue are carving it up, funky and flowing as any underground culvert in the back alleys of Prague, or the block-clubs if upper Manhatten.
The slide trombones cast off their paperclip appearances as they groove away into the afternoon sunshine. What is this state where people live this way in harmony with the police? Message to the coppers of the world: trade in your guns for saxes, and blow the world away that way instead!
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George Dyke
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