I walked through Bedford Stuy alone

There was what appears to have been a random fatal shooting less than a half mile from where I live. One a street corner where I have walked with Baxter on more than one occasion. Last night-when I was crashed on the sofa watching the Golden Girls, police helicopters were circling the neighborhood looking for the perp. I heard some noise, saw some flashing lights, wrote it off as another night in the hood and didn't give it a second thought. I'd walked, alone, across the Woodland Street bridge to my truck. I'd driven through the neighborhood, maybe seen a cop, but hadn't given it much of a thought. If I think about it too much I might well be frightened.