War Up Close & Personal
One night in May, the local news broadcast another story about a shooting in a Chicago alley. Two men, one about 40 and the other in his 20s, were gunned down. Sad to say, one gets used to such news.
About a month earlier, on a Saturday afternoon, a car turned into the alley behind our house, then slowed down; a gun was put to the head of a teenager in the car and fired; the teenager was dumped out of the car—dead—about 60 feet from my garage.
A year before that, two teens were gunned down in a parking lot behind a closed and condemned bar at the corner. While my neighborhood is what they call “gentrifying” (the bar may eventually be turned into a Starbucks) and has never been part . . .