My Dad was elected Atlanta’s mayor when I was 14. It was a crazy time – in Midtown, hippies filled the streets and crime skyrocketed in Piedmont Park.
Our family toured New York City’s Gracie Mansion and met Mayor John Lindsay’s family. Walking the streets, I was awed by policemen on horseback. Returning home to more negative news about shootings in Piedmont Park, I suggested Dad deploy mounted police. He said, “That’s a good idea.”
That summer, Dad announced “a special police detail, a mobile precinct and a mounted patrol” in the park – and the criminals and the hippies soon moved on.