“For the past 15 years, someone has been murdered on a porch every three weeks on average, according to Chicago police records. Many are shot because they find themselves innocently in the line of fire. Sometimes they are caught in the middle of drug deals or gang violence. Other times it’s about who they know or hang out with.”
See The disappearing front porchIt’s the title of TFA that caught my eye. My house has a front porch. In summer, I do hear gunshots when I’m outside frequently, but it’s not gang-violence, just police/security guards/target shooters taking practice at a local pistol-range a few miles away. It’s a different story in Chicago where gunshots have apparently displaced normal conversation to some extent. I’m glad I live in Canada, a relatively peaceful and harmonious country where people are kind to each other more often than not and firearms are used for hunting and target-shooting not making a point.
TLW has used the front porch very little. She prefers the blistering heat on the patio on the south side of our home, but I like the cool shade of the veranda which is a great place for shade-loving potted plants like bleeding hearts. The only violence I’ve seen on my front porch is the occasional dumping of wash-water into the pots, killing two of my beloved plants… I don’t know why that happens. We have plumbing close by… Anyway, bleeding hearts are easy to propagate.