In younger years I’ve been shot at while covering a gang funeral (I suspect the gangbanger was aiming at the officer I was visiting with), gotten too close to tornadoes and firestorms, and ventured alone into some of the most dangerous areas of town – at night.
But I’m older now, married and with kids.
So to those of you who have given me grief for not going in person (I’ve handled interviews by phone), understand this is what I’d be walking and driving on if I had ventured downtown:
Nope. No thank you. Yep, I’m scared of breaking a leg. Get over it.