Cruising

Cruising"Hey, look at that stud walking over there, on the other side of the street. Let's check him out," Frank, the burly cop, says to Charley, the slender one who is driving. From my seat in the rear of the police car, I look over at the sidewalk and see a middle-aged Negro man walking slowly down the street."What are we going to check him out for?" Charley asks. "He looks OK to me. He's not bothering anybody.""That stud doesn't belong on this side of town a...