It's crazy how close we're all getting to this stuff, without even realizing it -- or trying to find trouble. On Monday, I took my mother to a medical appointment, and ended up talking to a woman in the waiting room whose grandson was just shot in Wilmington, in front of his house. On Tuesday, I spoke with a co-worker in Chicago whose nephew was just shot and killed a week ago, after coming out of his house. Last week in Philly I had another driver throw something and hit my car. Of course, trying to drive, call 9-1-1, keep track of him, and not get into an accident -- I lost him in the traffic. Apparently, all cars on the road on Philly are silver Chargers.