In one month, we've had a cougar shooting, a bank robbery, and today, on my very own block, a man has a stand-off with police.

You know what you never want to see when you walk out your own door? Police tape sectioning off your block and a SWAT team. The dogs and I decided to get on out of there before we were allowed otherwise and made our way to dog beach. By the time we got back an hour or so later, it was all over. I talked to the guy who owns the coach house in question, and he said his tenant went nuts but that there wasn't a gun or anything. He seemed like he wanted to down play it, which I don't blame him, but I'm willing to bet he's looking for new tenants tonight.

Every block has those people, though. I want to say I was shocked when the house in question was confirmed but as soon as I walked out and saw where the police concentration was I just shook my head. I've always said hi when I walked by, mostly because I live in the only multi-unit building on a block with people whose house are worth millions, and I'm sure a couple of them view me as a those people, too. There is one uppity bitch I truly hate, who never says hello, even when you're saying it and looking right at her, who looks as though she's very bitter for having chosen to stay home with the kids, and subsists on a diet of disappointment for her husband and downers. And Chardonnay. You know those sorts of women drink that by the boxful.

Anyway, I've always loved my neighborhood for being so small and quiet, and the kind of place that unless you live here, you're not really familiar with it, and the number of assholes is pretty small, even for being so close to Wrigley, which attracts the town's finest assholes every spring and summer. So while we may be making headlines these days, I'm still not leaving.

Posted by Erin at 11:16 PM | filed under: Chicago