Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Location, Location, Location
Folks who have been up in the rarified atmosphere of lower middle class have a spot of bother thinking that they might have to live down in the upper lower class.
The neighborhood I live in is a bit "mixed". My youngest's middle school basketball team consisted of four blacks, three Mexicans, two Asians, a Russian, and a couple of gingers. Great kids. I hung out with all the families during games, except the ginger parents who kinda clung to the edges, not wanting to be contaminated with minority cooties.
Ours is the bad neighborhood. The ex-mother in law is constantly harrping about the drugs and violence in our neighborhood. Funny that, I have been living here for nine years now and haven't seen either. Oh I am fairly certain that there are folks in the neighborhood who smoke dope and maybe there is a cook shack here, but in my walks, I certainly can't see it.
Everybody minds their own business. Everyone says hi during my walks if I see them.
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