Our neighborhood is nice. Families walk their kids and their dogs. Across the street is a coffee shop where we don't drink coffee. We ride our bikes or run freely. But there is also the occasional drug addicted man in a motorized wheelchair who rolls up to one of his colleagues and shoots him 4-5 times then rolls away. Or the as-yet-unidentified arsonist who has proven that he/she is consistent and considerate as shown by the fact that the one dozen homes he/she has torched were unoccupied. Or the pack of feral dogs that apparently has cut short several cats' lives.
And good garage sales.
