My Friday afternoon doldrums were interrupted by a ruckus. ("What kind of a ruckus? Can you describe the ruckus?") (Yes, I can). I was sitting at my desk, which is next to a window that overlooks a parking lot, which is next to a row of, how do you say, "run down houses". First, I heard the sound of screeching tires, which is not that uncommon around here - quite a few accidents lately. The next thing I heard was a gruff voice screaming "Get down on ground!!!" I ran to the window and saw about 6 men with guns drawn surrounding another guy, who did the smart thing and got down on the ground. I made my way to ...