My First Job Job

I was three years old My first memory of my mom really having a job job. She had decided that she wanted an excuse to ride on somebody else's dime and so she and a friend joined the New York City Police Department's Mounted auxiliary Police force. They didn't give her gun, they gave her a Billy Club and a walkie-talkie and she would do like parade duty in Central Park. It was great one time my dad took my brother and I to the zoo at Central Park And then along comes my mom galloping across You know the park and scooped us up and gave us rides around on our horse.