Last night I had dinner at Colleen and Stephen’s, and we ended up talking about the massive gang bust on the Avenues that had happened the night before. 1,200 police officers, 44 suspects; less than a mile from my house. (I thought I’d heard helicopters, but then, don’t we always?) It was so tightly executed, Ryan was saying, that there were no human casualties, and they’d even had Child Protective Services on hand for the children who were losing their parents.
Journalists wrote about the gang tattoos found on many of the people who were apprehended; it seems like the media were gathering most of their information and photos from the Dodger Stadium parking lot, where most of the suspects were being booked. I wondered if any of them were there just a few days before, watching the Giants get trounced.