Yeah, I know how you feel

I drove home from work last night at8:00 p.m., penance for beingwith Jane for two days, and passed a crime/accident scene that didn't even slow traffic. Three squad cars, lights blaring, man (maybe dead)on the ground, several people hovered over him, guns drawn, etc. I just drove past and thought about the bourbon and coke awaiting me. Got home and didn't even want it. The depression over the mess here just took away my thirst. I'm determined to be more active with the criminal justice group, etc., trying to keep one foot in theenvironmental group, watching and waiting for the next "pop pop pop". General Meyer is a well-known corridor for violence andmayhem. I have to pick and choose my path home at certain times of theday and try to stay in at night(except on my neighborhood streets, where we all walk at night). Caliban is a good "parakeet" when I unlock the front door, day or night, and when I let him on the porch at night before going out. It's just a little too stressing. When I spend time in BR, however, I just can't imagine returning to that environment (sic). What's the answer? We can't expect to recall Nagin. Or Blanco. Or Bush. Or even our D.A.

We make up for it by being especially nice to the people we greet on thesidewalk, in the elevator, etc. I see it in the faces of people who are walking into the building where I work, the waitresses, the bums on the sidewalk. We are holding onto each other because there isn't much else out there to reach for. Well said, Young Mom