I think there might be something wrong with me.
I went home from work to pick up a couple things before an offensively long meeting and my street was blocked off by the police. A couple people got shot, which isn’t a terribly rare occurrence in my new neighborhood. This excited me.
My first instinct was to talk to people and report on it. This is the kind of hard stuff that’s missing at the newspaper I work at now. Sure, shootings happen fairly often in cities like
The Connecticut Post described my neighborhood as “notorious for crime and violence” but I feel like the real story hasn’t been written yet. What about the families that live on
Maybe I’m just burnt out on long meetings about money. Maybe I’m just excited to have been affected by a violent crime, which really hasn’t happened to me before. All I know is that, right now, I’d love to pound the pavement and report on the streets.
Here are a couple articles on the incident.