We live on the “other side of the tracks”.

Here in Riverside there is this place called “Orangecrest”. I would liken it to wherever the good part of town is where you live. You know. The grocery stores have self checkout isles. There is a Starbucks on every corner sharing the same sidewalk as the Juice It Up. All the kids ride skateboards and razors while the drug of choice is vicodin.

Now don’t get me wrong. I live in a nice, new KB home subdivision. But we are still on the “other side of the tracks”. I would say 9 of the 11 homes on my side of the street are rentals. The closest grocery store is Stater Brothers. I would liken this to a “Piggly Wiggly if your from the south. And if your not from the south, take a moment to imagine what a Piggly Wiggly would look like and your probably not far off. Not only are there not self check out isles, but there are security guards at every isle. We have only one Starbucks within 4 miles of my house and the kids in the neighborhood ride around in stolen grocery carts. The drug of choice…put it this way, you can’t get it at the pharmacy.

I have always liked this side of the tracks. It’s just the way I am. I drive a ‘96 Camry with a missing drivers side window and a crack half as wide as the wind shield stretching across from west to east. I don’t fix it. I enjoy the sound of the ghetto birds soaring the smog filled nights while sirens sing in the distance. I like the fact that out of the 11 homes on my side of the street, 3 are Hispanic, 3 are Asian, 2 are Middle Eastern, 2 are African American, and 1 is good old Caucasian Americana. It kind of fits my family.

So.
What side of the tracks are you on and does it fit YOU?
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