Of course, I always kind of found the "Gutter Guard" name funny.
Reminds me, sort of, of the South Street Seaport cops who used to watch a bunch of us reprobates, navigating our way from Radio Mexico back to the Wavertree to sleep it off after the Seaman's Church chantey sings.
We'd shoot them a 2:30AM salute, they'd give us a wave, as we tottered our way towards the gang-plank. I think they envied us our "public drunken-ness," and were rather pleased that we chose to walk, stagger, or crawl, as opposed to attempting to drive following a quart of Margaritas or a gallon of Rolling Rock. "Glad you're here," we'd say.
We were glad that they were there; their NYPD presence made sure that no local hooligans would take advantage of our inebriate state to relive us of our watches and wallets.