Domestic Disturbadelphia

This was the scene outside my window at about 5pm yesterday.  We were out on the deck playing a game when we heard a good bit of yelling coming from the bar a couple blocks away (not an entirely strange occurrence).  This followed by siren after siren after siren.  We heard doors slamming and things that sounded like gunshots (we determined they probably weren't (more on gunshots in a moment)) and decided we had to take a look.  When we poked our heads out the window, the above was the scene.  This picture really only shows one angle of it; there were at least 26 police vehicles at the scene here. 

So, what could possibly happen that would warrant a police force larger than that of a medium sized town?  It turns out it was some kid on a dirt bike riding around causing a ruckus.  One kid on a dirtbike (and I guess a number of other people yelling at him).  26 police cars.  

Later that night, Jeremy and I were talking to the neighbors in front of their house at their stoop.  One of the neighbors, Quinn, was demonstrating how his friend, Charlie, was adept at climbing walls (hence his nickname, "Spiderman").  All of a sudden, all we heard was POPPOPPOP POPPOP...Quinn runs inside, Spiderman jumps under the car parked in front of the house, and Jeremy and I realize what was happening and run inside and shut off all the lights and get away from the windows.  Gunshots, at the same bar 200ft away where 26 cops showed up 6 hours earlier.

I suppose this is a normal day in the life in some parts of Brewerytown.  Or, most of Philadelphia, for that matter.  I do, however, feel pretty safe...this house is secure, and the neighbors did tell us they have our backs.  I just wouldn't recommend anyone stop in for a drink at the bar a half block north of 30th and Girard.