Cemented Ghetto-ness

We live in a brand-new planned community. Our subdivision has a big park and a man-made waterfall on each side of the entering street. There are model homes from three different builders clustered together near the entrance, with lots of new homes and construction as you navigate around the neighborhood. From the main street that enters our subdivision, a left turn will take you to the nicer, more expensive, more custom-looking homes. A right turn will take you to the more affordable homes. The ghetto homes. Brand new, but ghetto. Which way do you turn to go to my house? Right. We’re right next door to the model home, so does that make us on the edge of ghetto? Tonight our ghetto-ness was cemented. On the 5 o’clock Channel 2 News was a story featuring a man whose wife had tried to run him over with the family car. Where did they live? Three houses up from mine. Flustered, we raced to the living room window. Sure enough, there was the newsman across the street at the park making his live report. Don’t know how long we’ll be here in the ghetto, but we’ll be sure to keep the doors and windows locked. (sigh)