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The last I saw Ray Magaro, it was 1986 and he was chasing me through the Harrisburg East Cemetery at 3 AM. He was a Penbrook Police Officer then and I was a 14-year-old, out past curfew with my friends.
This is his story, patrolling the community of Penbrook, dealing with our juvenile adventures and surviving the job. When he wasn't serving as an EMT and Firefighter, he was dealing with stolen bikes, throwing snowballs at cars, walking through sewer tunnels that exited onto Herr Street, skinny-dipping in Latchmere pool, a serial arsonist and the "Strip Bandit," Ray Magaro dealt with it all.
The last I saw Ray Magaro, it was 1986 and he was chasing me through the Harrisburg East Cemetery at 3 AM. He was a Penbrook Police Officer then and I was a 14-year-old, out past curfew with my friends.
This is his story, patrolling the community of Penbrook, dealing with our juvenile adventures and surviving the job. When he wasn't serving as an EMT and Firefighter, he was dealing with stolen bikes, throwing snowballs at cars, walking through sewer tunnels that exited onto Herr Street, skinny-dipping in Latchmere pool, a serial arsonist and the "Strip Bandit," Ray Magaro dealt with it all.