At gun point:

The neighborhood we live in is neither great nor awful. It's not a high income neighborhood, but aren't really high-income people.

But it's comfortable. Not a place you really feel unsafe in.

Last night Elizabeth and I were robbed at gunpoint.

We're both okay. The guy didn't get much: My cellphone, her purse, bank card and about $30-$40 in cash. As you would expect the pyschological effects of having a gun pointed at you are much worse than any property loss.

I never really felt that our lives were in danger. The guy didn't come off as a psycho, he was nervous and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Despite the fact that I wasn't nearly as scared during the robbery as I thought I would be, I still find myself in a lingering bad mood, alternately angry and depressed.

I'm pretty sure that if I ever saw the guy again, I would do something stupid, like try to run him over.

Eliz is pretty rattled too.

The police say that there's been a recent spree of such incidents in the area from Fulton and Hurley up to our Alta Arden and Fulton neighborhood. Now we know.