Cops

Cops"My husband, the cop. Always has to be the big man. One of the neighbors gets a ticket, they show up on our doorstep. 'Hey, Jimmy, old buddy, can you fix this for me? I swear the light was yellow. Can you fix it?'" 'Don't worry about it,' he says. 'No problem.'"The wife of a police officer, a thin, conservatively well-dressed woman in her 50s, was trying to explain to me the gulf between illusion and reality in her neighbors' perception of her husband and in his perception of...