Last night as I sat at my computer, two police cars sped by at very high speed, sirens wailing and lights flashing. I went out to see what was happening, just in time to hear squealing tires at the corner by the grocery store. Just so you don't think I live in a place where this is typical, every other neighbor was out in their yard looking just like I was, including people who had lived here all their lives. People were calling friends on cell phones to report the excitement. We saw three more cars come onto Rutland from 12th Street, going south, sirening and squealing.

Then we exchanged pleasantries with the neighbors, and everybody went back inside to watch TV.