I hate to say it but:

5 and a half yrs. ago i was faced with a decision. stay in the neighborhood i had lived in for 28 yrs. or move because the crime and drugs had gotten so bad. i chose to move because i was going to hurt someone and go to jail, or someone was going to hurt me. either way i was a loser. so i moved. i really hated moving as i had completely remodeled my home, the right way. my son insisted that we sell him the house, what person wouldn't want to move into their childhood home,especially when it didn't need a thing,so against our better wishes we sold it to him. now here it is 5 and a half years later and he just told me he is putting the house up for sale. what a shame! the house will be in someone else's possession for the first time since 1973.i just want to thank the drug dealers and the thugs and the hookers for uprooting all of us after close to 35 years