square1
Veteran Member
Until recently I lived in a small economically depressed town in a economically depressed county within 90 miles of one, and 30 miles of another perennial "Top 10" crime cities in the US. My neighborhood certainly was seeing the influence of high unemployment and proximity to the Big Cities. It was nothing to look out my window to see a drug deal going down in the middle of the day out on a street corner.
To my extreme relief I was able to get out without losing my shirt about 4 years ago and jumped at the chance. I found a small town diner near my new residence that was convenient to stop in for coffee. I was living the dream, house in the country, city crime left behind....paradise on earth by comparison!
One Saturday morning I overhear this conversation at the "locals" table:
Local 1: (to Local 2) Hey, you live over (name of another nearby small town closer to my house) way don't you?
Local 2: Yeah, why's that?
Local 1: Better start locking your stuff up!
Local 2: Yeah? Why's that?
Local 1: I heard the (some family name) boys are getting outta prison and moving back home. That's by you isn't it?
Local 2: Yeah.....
I couldn't hear the rest of their conversations over the sounds of my own sobbing. My paradise of one month was over
To my extreme relief I was able to get out without losing my shirt about 4 years ago and jumped at the chance. I found a small town diner near my new residence that was convenient to stop in for coffee. I was living the dream, house in the country, city crime left behind....paradise on earth by comparison!
One Saturday morning I overhear this conversation at the "locals" table:
Local 1: (to Local 2) Hey, you live over (name of another nearby small town closer to my house) way don't you?
Local 2: Yeah, why's that?
Local 1: Better start locking your stuff up!
Local 2: Yeah? Why's that?
Local 1: I heard the (some family name) boys are getting outta prison and moving back home. That's by you isn't it?
Local 2: Yeah.....
I couldn't hear the rest of their conversations over the sounds of my own sobbing. My paradise of one month was over