For me, the danger aspect has always been fun. Being a cop, that's kind of what you are looking for. However, I had to move from mid-town about 20 years ago, after a woman got shot at in my driveway, and I arrested 3 neighbors. We moved out into the county and didn't have any problems, until this little episode occurred.


>We had somebody try to write a bad check at the grocery store last week (turned out she was old and had just put an old checkbook in her purse, but let me tell you, it was pretty scarey there for a while)
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>It's a big country ...
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>>>You know, I've lived in the middle of the danger zone for decades, but it gets your attention when it deals with your own familiy. My son was shot at last weekend in a road rage incident. Fortunately, he wasn't hit, nor was his car. When I heard about it, I couldn't help but think of an old Hank Williams, Jr song and the line that says, "I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes, and shoot him with my old 45, a country boy can survive!"
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>>>http://www.wmcstations.com/Global/story.asp?s=9735328
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>>As you said to me once: Welcome to Memphis.
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>>Here I am. Living in the South-East corner of the Memphis (I refer to it as the "Sub-Hoods". you know the area.) One day, my wife and I were sitting outside during the evening. She asked me what was causing all the popping sounds. I told her that it was probably gun shots. She had never heard them in Seattle.
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>>A few months after moving here, at a Hot Wings place across the street, several people were shot. Angela became so scared that she did not leave the apartment for over a week.
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>>Memphis, where the excitement never ends.