I spot some of the most beautiful things between assignments, which can involve some of the worst mankind can inflict upon itself. In this case, I passed a wild turkey crossing the train tracks as I traveled between two parts of the same assignment. Moments before, a gunman had opened fire on a passing car in one part of town, and the driver crossed the tracks as he fled to another part of town where he stopped at a friend’s house and met paramedics, who treated a gunshot wound to his leg. The guy lived, so he has a little bit to be thankful for.