I turned on the 10 o’clock news and they were talking about a road rage incident with shots fired. They displayed the address on the bottom of the screen and I was surprised to recognize the coordinates at the foot of our cul-de-sac.

Then they showed the street sign by our mailbox, a cop car blocking our street’s entrance and the crazy, white-gloved neighbor talking to the police.

This happened this afternoon. I was working from home. I guess I missed it.

I took my honey to the airport today again, for his last (we hope) trip to Brazil for a while.

I’ve been watching the live reports from here in Salt Lake tonight as a gunman entered Trolley Square about 4 hours ago and began shooting indiscriminately. A police spokesperson just confirmed six fatalities–including the gunman–with at least four more in critical condition in area hospitals.

Things like this don’t happen in Salt Lake–or so everyone thought. We get the occasional gang shooting and drive-by, but this is something completely different.

A friend of ours, Doug Irie, was quoted on one channel. He works at the Pottery Barn which is where some of the action took place.

The police completely surrounded Trolley Square within 30 minutes. Amazing that something so large and covering several city blocks could be surrounded. This would have been a good time to rob a bank.