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my neighborhood feels like a movie set. it is a facade made to look like a neighborhood. it has been designed to deter interaction among neighbors. i see no humans here. on saturday mornings crews jump out of the back of pickup trucks efficiently mowing and trimming a yard in 15 minutes. alley access to garages keep vehicles off the street. six foot privacy fences ensure i don't catch a glimpse into my neighbors back yard and see his blinds drawn shut.
my house is different.
the sidewalk leading to my door is illustrated with multi color chalk drawings, multiple modes of kid transportation liter the yard, a bike, a scooter, a wagon. the window shades are open giving view to the living room and kitchen from the street. a few mismatched lawn chairs near the door.
all these things are signs of life. signs of life rarely seen in the burbs of dallas.
but i know people are out there somewhere. i drive by brand new malls and starbucks. movie theatres are constantly sold out. i see people on tv in the stands for rangers, mavericks, cowboys and stars games. all those cars causing the tollway to crawl at 4mph. Where the fuck do all these people live?
not in my neighborhood.
Posted by griff at April 13, 2002 10:28 AM