A major commonalty among all Welch residents was fighting. It wasn’t just to fend off enemies, but to fit in with the neighborhood. Since there was so little to do in Welch, it seemed like everyone in liked to fight for various reasons. There were street brawls, bar stabbings, parking-lot beatings, wife slappings, and toddler whalings. Sometimes it was simply a matter of someone throwing a stray punch, and it would all be over with before you knew it had started. It seemed like you had to fight if you wanted to fit