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21. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 8y

Quoting Piecar

Jeez, Isadorah...that's a shitty neighbourhood!

It got better...
Actually, the gay community started buying up the houses and the gentrification began quickly and in earnest. Lots of disposible income helped.

It was a lot of fun when immigration was going to visit. Most of the parents were illegals and the fathers would be sent back to Mexico. They had someone in the department who would say which day of the month deportation would take place. The night before there would be a big block party with lots of food, beer and music. Each family would bring a huge box of clothes or other items that they wanted delivered to other family members still in Mexico. The party would go on most of the night. Like clockwork, the deportation bus would show up around 8:00 the following morning. All the boxes would be loaded, good-byes said and box lunches for the trip distributed. Within 2-3 weeks, the deported fathers would return to the neighborhood, usually with a new family member or a (soon-to-be) husband for one of their daughters in tow. It really was a ritual.

22. Posted by Araluen (Respected Member 346 posts) 8y

Well, I think everybody locks their door over here. I mean, you just never know do you? And it doesn't really matter whether you live in a "good" suburb or a "bad" one, we still lock our doors.

When I was a kiddie, mum used to leave the back door unlocked when she popped up the street or went next door, but those days I t hink are gone forever - at least in cities and suburbs. I rent and have never taken out insurance, lickily I've never been broken into. And I should not have said that, I. should. not. said. that. because chances are I've put a mozz on myself and now I will be. (sigh)

Although, one place I lived in, I came home in the arvo and found that somebody had been in the sideway and had tried to get in. The house had old-fashioned sash window, you know, the sort you push up and down, they're on "pulleys", well anyway, the curtain had been pushed aside and the mirror on the dressing table had been moved, but they couldn't get in because their were nails high up on the sides which meant you could only open the window up by about 6 inches. I felt a bit funny after that, the thought that someone had tried.

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