Maybe I do want to be a french fry

While I was feeding Lil J this morning, my mind started to wander, and I began to contemplate living in a once-lower-middle-class-veering-dangerously-close-to-upper-lower-class neighborhood. Did you know that there are 4 bars and 5 convenience stores within walking distance of our house but no restaurants and only 1 grocery store that's 5 minutes away in the car? We have plenty of fast food nearby, but if we want a nice sit-down dinner, we have to drive 15 minutes. And the only clothing stores around here are thrift stores. To get to Kohl's and Target, again, I have to drive 15 minutes. That's sad. I imagine that 20 years ago, it wasn't like this and there were many more respectable businesses nearby. But, when you think about it, it explains why the kids around here don't always look so great--how healthy can you be on a diet of Cheetos and root beer? At least most of them aren't doing the crystal meth...YET.