In a world full of people who will gladly roll you if they could do it with impunity, I’m sincerely glad that I live in an area of Austin, Texas where I can stumble through neighborhood streets at 12am and not have somebody run up on me to make sure I don’t turn the corner with valuables in my pockets. It really is a charmed place, and I’m dumbstruck that I can be so stupid in my implicit trust of the hard streets of Northfield Neighborhood. It ain’t Highland, but it ain’t Hyde Park either.