WARNING: Murder and death
Two murders. One in the apartment complex at the end of the street (where my sister was living at the time). It was a serial killer from Ohio who followed the victim from Ohio, dispatched her and fled. He still hasn't been apprehended.
Second was at the other end of the street. Gang-related. The gentleman owned a store in a dicey neighborhood and two of the gang members got mad at him for something, then called him at 5:00 AM to say someone was robbing his store. When he walked out of his house, they shot him. His wife shot one of the gangers, who ran away (leaving a trail of blood) and later died in the hospital.
Other incidents: The apartment house caught fire TWICE, once from kids shooting off fireworks on the 4th of July. We also had a very weird neighbor who got himself killed pulling down a tree. He had an unlicensed tree service, and he went to take down a neighbor's tree, which fell on him and killed him. That same neighbor took in boarders and one of the weirdos living there followed me up the street on my nightly walk. When I noticed he was behind me, I whirled around to look at him and he suddenly got very interested in another neighbor's garden. We were glad when that bunch moved out.
One night a young Latino man showed up on our doorstep screaming that he'd been assaulted, someone had tried to steal his paycheck. We called the police and told the man to lie down on the porch as no one would be able to see him there (my porch is behind the azalea garden). He wanted to use our phone, but Chip said no, although he took the cordless out. I listened in on the conversation at the base phone to see if there was I should know. Most of which went over my head, because it was in Spanish, but I did gather that the young man was telling the truth and the person to whom he was speaking (I think it was his father) was genuinely concerned. The police arrived and I asked, "Do you speak Spanish?" The cop said no, and I said, "You need to get someone out here who speaks Spanish. He's so upset he's not making much sense in English." The police complied, and as they left with the young man, the phone rang. I answered and someone asked me something in Spanish. I recognized the voice as the man the assault victim had spoken to. So I said, "Policia arrivo, he is safe. He bueno." The man understood my Spanglish and thanked me.
Mostly it's a quiet, good neighborhood. We've just had some bad apples here and there.
Edited to add: How could I have forgotten? The house across the street caught fire (no one hurt) and I slept through the entire thing, the dogs barking, the fire trucks, the sirens, the water, everything. Chip woke me the next morning and said, "Cathy's house caught fire last night, just in case you go out and see the damage to the house." I said, "What?" He said, "You slept through it." Great. Obviously I slept better in those days than I do now.