something's going down

Every day, I leave my apartment building, turn left, walk to the corner, turn left again, and then it's a pretty straight shot to the subway station. This morning however, as I walked through the vestibule approaching the door to the outside world, I could see a police car parked out front. It is a little odd to have police cars in my quiet neighborhood, but not unheard of. When I opened the door, I saw another police car. And another. And a van. And a truck. A total of 8 police vehicles. And a crowd of police officers.

I must have stood there confused for too long because a policewoman approached me and asked if I had a question. "Can I just walk through?" No. I had to cross the street and go around. Apparently I could not walk in front of the building directly to the left of my own. After I crossed the street, I looked back for a final survey of the scene. Another policewoman, on the side of the street where I had just come from yelled at me "Hey! Go! Keep Moving!" So I walked to the corner and crossed the street to go my normal route. I don't think I was supposed to cross back so soon, but I needed to get to the train so I could get to work.

I don't think I was in any danger. There wasn't a shootout happening or anything. But the neighborhood people I passed were upset they had been displaced. I didn't get a chance to ask any of the regulars what happened. All I saw was 2 women that I'd never seen before talking through small tears to more police officers, next to one of the vans.

So that was my morning.