Tales from the 'hood

This morning, when I was just about ready to hop on my bike and pedal my merry way to work, I noticed that something was, well, Off in my neighborhood.

And by "off", I mean 11 cop cars, one fire truck and an ambulance at the house on the corner, a mere two houses away from Chez Jege. This is the same house where the driver of what we like to call "The Pussy Wagon" lives ( http://static.flickr.com/35/71322025_303da0332b.jpg ) and 2 houses down from the House of the Godawful Fountain: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jegecita/71317923/in/set-532830/. But I digress.

The entire yard was crime taped-off, and a couple of cops were interviewing an obviously shaken young woman. I pulled my bike up to one of the 1700 cops that were "securing the area" (ie, standing around), and asked in a nice neighborly, non-threatening way, "Hi! What's going on?". But alas, they wouldn't tell me. I can only imagine that it was some sort of breakfast squabble gone horribly wrong (I scanned the area for the telltale signs of splattered Malt-o-Meal and grapefruit halves, but found none. Damn, those crime scene cleanup crews are thorough).

Anyway, here's a voyeuristic photo from my living room window: