We were on a block of what had been nice houses, and still would have been with a lot of rehab. We came to the end of the block and found several old black men sitting on a stoop with brown-paper bags nearby. They were drunks. The streets have a fair number of them, of all ages, colors, and sexes. They don't get a lot of attention in the press.
Drugs are sexier than booze.
The cop told them to move along. That's the law. He didn't make them pour out their hooch, which is the usual practice. Technically he should have. I don't know how old they were.