Sunday evening just as lovely as can be. Small kids from six neighbor house families hanging out in the front yard of my friends/neighbors across the street. Most of the parents are there, too. It's golden hour, six-thirty-ish when I hear gun shots. I go outside. My husband is talking to some neighors, my daughter is wrapped in an orange towel, wet from playing in the slip-'n-slide. No one looks worried. No one appears even to have heard the shots. By the time I get across the street, I have forgotten about them. The adults are talking about a possible sink hole that is reported to be developing under the driveway of a nearby house.
Then this morning, I receive two emails asking about/telling about a shooting in the 1900 block of Echo Park Avenue, not too far from where I live (sound carries oddly in the hills here). A 34-year-old man shot in the back of the head while sitting in his car. The L.A. Times has a brief report.