My father was a Boston police officer. He actually looked like he could be David Soul's brother. Same hair and everything and unlike most cops, he never kept it short. His partner in the late 70's had dark curly hair so at work they called them Starsky and Hutch. My father hated it. Until the mid-80's. He was working undercover in narcotics. He lived on the beach (in S. Boston so nothing glamorous) and drove a 280ZX so they started calling him Crocket (a la Miami Vice). He hated that too. I remember going to a Bruins game at the Garden and he stopped to talk to a couple of cops working the game and they called him Crocket and my father muttered, "I almost wish they'd go back to calling me Hutch".
