"Grandma's Street Gone Bad"
Growing up I spent a great deal of time at the quaint little white house my grandmother and grandfather built by themselves during the depression with whatever materials they could salvage. That determination, as well as the determination of other families created an adorable, close-knit community. Today, however the street is busy, noisy, there are crimes and homeless people. Most of the houses have gone to shambles and are used as rental investments. My grandmother's once-tidy house is a trashy mess, her beautiful gardens ripped out. Perhaps it's my fond memories that contrast so harshly with the reality of the street, but it is definitely someone I would prefer to avoid.