In my new hometown no one even remembers the last time there was a murder. There was one in the next town over in 1981, a guy was having an affair with a woman in the same church choir. When she told him she had decided to stay with her husband, the lover killed the husband while he was jogging. I like it here.
NYC is a funny place. If you map violent crimes to neighborhoods, the risk profile is pretty clear. We can go a few years without a murder in my precinct, but barely a few weeks without one just a few blocks north.