It's 5am and I'm taking take the pooch downstairs for her morning constitutional and see news trucks parked across the street. I'm thinking what the hell happened while Ramona is making friends with the KNX radio van man. He asks "did you hear anything last night around 1pm?" I say, "well I thought someone hit a car in the alley, I heard a crash and then some yelling." Sadly, NOT an unusual thing in my hood, yelling that is, so I'd gone back to sleep. He goes on to explain it started on Canyon Drive and it was a car jacking. Seems a man was a good samaritan. He'd been flagged down by two men in a van who said they needed help. Long story short they got him in their van and while he was looking for something at their bequest they got into his car and started to drive away. He ran after them, jumped in the car, partially and was dragged half way down the block. Car jackers got away. He's battered and bruised and ended up where the news trucks were parked this morning. Across the street from my apartment. Oh my!
