And another rolling gun battle, this time in the heart of Brookside.
Some friends from Brookside are always making fun of my neighborhood and joking about locking their car doors when they come over. I mean, sure, I can’t keep a potted plant on my porch for more than three days, and if you move too slowly some Crack Creature will steal the fillings out of your teeth to sell to the scrap metal place down on Troost, but today I’m content not to live in Brookside.
What resident’s of the city’s “nicer” neighborhoods and suburbs seem to forget is that if you live anywhere in the metro, there’s a really good chance that you’re living near people who have no money, few opportunities and little to lose. It’s easy to bag on Midtown, Downtown & the dreaded “East Side,” but as the economy sinks further into the crapper (until the Miracle Checks save us all!), I predict an upswing in violent crime in “safe” neighborhoods whose residents always considered themselves far removed from violence & despair. As the divide between “us” & “them” narrows, maybe we can work together to give everyone a leg up. But we’ll probably just build bigger fences, get fancier alarms systems and piss & moan about the “way things used to be.”
Damn, I used a lot of double quotes in this post.