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Growing up I had been able to walk to people’s houses if the need came about and ask to borrow their phone, or some such, without expecting to be shot into Swiss cheese by some fearful and angry home owner. The days of close neighbors had almost passed, and in its place was a cloud of anger and suspicion and a lot of hardware of the killing kind.

My man Leonard is never one to use common sense in an excitable moment. He’s more akin to the guy that throws gasoline on a fire, then goes to get more.