Once upon a time, we lived in Florida in a beautiful gated neighborhood. We often took a brisk walk in the neighborhood before daylight. On a Tuesday, Michael was walking alone. A man followed Michael in his car. He asked Michael for ID. He was quite agitated. From his position in the car it seemed as if he had a gun. Michael said, "I live here. My house is just around the corner." The car followed along, speeding up, braking and then driving up on the sidewalk - as if he might run him down.