Me and my puppy, “Angel”, were sitting on the porch enjoying a nice, warm fall evening when gunfire erupted. It was loud, and close, so I threw Angel in the front door and beat a hasty retreat – right behind her – into the living room. The shots were so deliberate – 7 or 8 of them – that I knew it was an assassination. I eventually walked down and saw, well, the aftermath…. One 32-year old guy dead at the scene, a young kid paralyzed for life (the last I heard, anyway), an 18-year old gal wounded in the leg – it’s crazy. It was in the block just south of mine – and it sounded like it was right next door. Ugh.
