I'd probably agree with you, except that when this was going on I remember being afraid to take my then 1-yr old baby for a walk. I remember washing dishes in front of the window over the sink, thinking "I wonder if someone is taking aim right now?" Seriously, it was that frightening. It's the only time I can really remember adjusting my behavior due to circumstances like that.
This guy can't be gone fast enough. I'm just sorry his pal Malvo won't get the same treatment.
Yep. Even up here around Baltimore, I spent most of my home time in the basement below ground level and away from the high windows.