It was the best of times and the worst of times.
We were robbed Friday night while at my nephew’s last jazz concert before he graduates from high school. Just another “b & e,”* so banal and ubiquitous that we waited an hour for the police to make an appearance.
Apologies to Mr. Dickens, but confronted with the urban duality of crime and community, I'm borrowing from the best.
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