Rediscovering home: Local law enforcement
Bruce Moats
Law enforcement was light for those growing up in Superior in the 1970s.
Longtime Sheriff Frances Tametta was renowned for not regularly carrying a firearm. He did arm himself when necessary, however. Phil Camel, whose wife was good friends with my aunt Betty (Moats) Vyse, worked under Sheriff Tametta. By my high school years, two other officers patrolled Superior streets. Young folks referred to them as “Fat Tennis Shoe” and “Harry, the Cop.” Not entirely respectful, I know.
Harry Peterson drove a big blue car with the old “cherry” lights riding the roof. I don’t remember the name of the officer who got his name from the high-top Converse shoes he wore. He drove a slightly beat-up, purple Mustang Mach 1 with his red light on the dash.
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