When my family and I lived in Detroit, I first got caught drinking by the sheriff. I was with my buddy Willy Herstron, ol colored boy from down the road. We were 12, old sheriff rolled up, we tried to hide it, he said, you boys pour out beer and get you're tails home! I still remember the brand, Fitgers Beer. Talk bout some nasty stuff, But it wasnt a big deal back then. Ya gotta figure, this was 1980. If a sheriff catches a young boy with a bottle of Jack doing what boys do best and being curious, I feel bad for the parents, not the boy. I think "proffesional courtesy" is long gone and wont return with the new generation.