It could’ve been worse. Police found 17 casings on the scene. It happened about 500 feet from my couch. The shots sounded like they were fired just outside our door. We heard screaming and then a car screeching away. Despite being in West Oakland, police and ambulances were on the scene in about 10 minutes.
As many of you know, I am not enthused about living in the Bay Area. The filth and crime of this part of the country are not the worst, but for what you pay to live here, it’s awful. If I had it my way, I would’ve returned to New Orleans long ago. Crime and real estate is all fucked up there too, but at least it’s home and you can get a concealed carry permit.
But Mrs. Lott loves it here. So I’m stuck.
With all that said, this can still be an interesting place to live. I just wrapped up recording another episode of the podcast with Marc in the Mission. When we left the recording studio we ran right into the annual Day of the Dead parade. Thousands of people marched through the street, many in the traditional makeup of the Dead.
Surprises like that are the norm here. Every time I take the long way home on foot I experience some sort of novelty. A few months ago I had a great conversation about The Twilight Zone with a homeless man who had taught at Berkeley when he was younger. Last week I saw an art car shooting fire out of the top while I was walking the dogs. There’s always something.
One of the best quotes in any movie ever is from Buckaroo Bonzai: “no matter where you go, there you are.” It’s something to keep in mind because you are capable of enjoying novelty at any time. It’s all about your attitude to life. Standing on the street watching the parade of revelry and remembrance earlier tonight was unexpected and lovely.
I’m willing to bet more of the world would shine if we just let it.