I’m writing from the fourth floor of our building currently surrounded by police and earlier ambulances who carried off at least two victims of some kind of crime.  The police are searching the building and we’re waiting to see what’s going on – or at least waiting until we feel safe going back to bed.  There are five squad cars in the parking garage driving erratically to avoid gun-fire.  It’s a bit unnerving.  I’m glad they’re in the building, but I’ll feel a lot better in the morning.  I can’t take decent photos because my camera keeps flashing the sensor and it draws everyone’s attention to us.  We can’t leave because the crime occurred near our truck and the police won’t let anyone near it (and if the suspect is hanging around, we’d rather wait it out).  Craziness.