I was walking across the parking lot after shopping for groceries.
A dark haired young woman came up to me and asked if I had a second. I then saw that she was holding a microphone. I said okay and went with her toward a camera man, standing by a news van.
There was a shooting on the freeway yesterday. A man died, and it was along the stretch passing through Boyle Heights, where I live.
The female reporter wanted to know if I was aware of it, and how it made me feel. I said yes, I heard the helicopters circling for hours. And no, it didn't make me fearful, nor would I be changing my attitude toward anything.
Later I watched the segment on a local TV station, with a few other people being interviewed. I wasn't shown. I realize that I didn't tell them what they wanted to hear. Apparently I don't represent the frightened citizens of this community. I'm too relaxed about the occasional murders.