Why I Hate the City…

So Joe recently lamented about how he much prefers life on the Palouse as opposed to life in Seattle. Today I was reminded by my news ticker why I didn’t rush back to where I grew up after college.

The incident happened about 10:30 a.m. while three women were waiting at a bus stop on Southeast 316^th Street just west of 124^th Street Southeast, Capt. Mike Hirman said.

The robbers, who were black and in their early 20s, were armed with a handgun and pepper spray. The man was about 6 foot with a skinny build. He was wearing a dark jacket and jeans. The woman was 5-foot-2 to 5-foot-5 wearing a black jacket and Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms.

Broad daylight on a moderately busy street, 1 mile (seriously by street) from where I grew up.  When I go back and visit family and friends, I remember it’s nowhere near like when I grew up there.  It’s much less forgiving and much more dangerous.

Frankly, I like the town I live in where I trust my neighbors and they trust me.  We know that should the excrement hit the fan, we are more than willing to help each other out.

Yeah, there’s a lot to be said for living out here.