That corner is often the "right" place. I've twice stopped crimes and once held a man at gun point at that very corner/intersection back when i used to work for dad.
The most amazing part about the above story- my dad was here 2-3 hours ago on his bike and never even told me. His wife called asking to talk to him after he'd already left, and she told me about it because
she didn't find out until she read about her husband in the newspaper either.
He's something else, my old man.
PS: Repoing is what made Joey want to become a cop to begin with. He was a skinny teenager when we started working together. He earned his courage out there with me at 2 and 3 in the morning in North Philly popping repos.
