There goes the neighborhood, part 3
- me about 11:10AM: “Hey, anybody want a coffee? I’m heading to Katy’s“
- the substantial collective: “no thanks”
- me 11:15AM txt to fast joey: “last coffee now!”
- 11:15 I’m making plans on the phone with Tom to play San Juan and can’t hear him very well over the sirens as I get to the coffee shop
- I meet Joe for coffee, but under the strict constraints of his religion, he merely looks on as I indulge in the industry that keeps this city alive through the winter.
- (a lot) More police cars and fire trucks fly down Union toward 23rd.
- 11:20 time to go, but the intersection three blocks down the hill is obviously blocked off - never knowing when to keep my nose out of trouble, I head to the cheese steak place
- Officer on the scene “. . . it could be someone you know, it could be someone in the community . . .”
- me to man with discolored teeth: “Do you know what happened?” - “Two people shot day-ed.”
- I quietly walk back, report to the barista and go back to work. Helicopters are starting to show up. At work I learn the suspect hasn’t been caught.
What’s the matter with the world? Couldn’t they have slept in? It’s hard to find any good news in this but the media reports at least say that neither victim has died.