Oh, I got better stories than that. About a mile away was a gun store. When the S started to HTF, the owner called in all his employees. They armed up, posting guys on the roof with shotguns and bandeliers of shells. Some gang guys came by and told hem to walk away, but they refused. The gang guys stayed away. The best part of his, though, was that the liquor store next door in the little strip mall was also untouched and was the only place you could buy beer on Friday. And on Friday, you NEEDED a beer.
At least, a beer, BH-T! At least...