I've got one:

I went to the All About Downtown street festival a couple of weeks ago. I was carrying my license and cash in a small leather sleeve. I sauntered about 75 feet into the crowd, browsing booths and realized I no longer had the sleeve. I turned around and slowly retraced my steps, through the crowd and the several blocks back to my house. At my house, there was a JC cop standing on my stoop, ringing my doorbell. He had the sleeve and all my cash! He said another cop had found it and he was dispatched to return it.

1. My car hasn't been broken into on Erie St. in over 5 years!

2. The other day a cop sat and bullshitted with me for 20 minutes while helping me jump my truck(left the lights on overnight).

3. This one is kind of a downer actually, but there hasn't been an all out middle-of-the-street brawl between the Talde and Keyhole crowds like I thought there would be.

Downtown is sound as a pound.