This happened two blocks from my house. It really sums up the neighborhood--a real mix of rich and poor, with very little in between. My small block has $600,000 condos--not houses, but condos--and a store-front church led by the lovable-but-crazy Reverend Bynum, folks who get boutique milk delivery and others who get their crack 4 doors down, fancy BMWs and ragged-out beaters. Usually, though, there's an at least uneasy coexistence. Sure, I was holding a gun to your daughter's head a moment ago, but, hey, you're nice, so how about a hug? Bizarre.