“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

You know you live in the inner city when ...
Saturday, May 16, 2009

My hometown of Fort Myers, Florida (population: 50,000) used to be a free-standing city ... but in the last half-century it has been swallowed by urban sprawl, to the tune of about 1 million people. This means that Fort Myers proper has become the inner city. And a trait of inner cities is that their flavor (average income, race, etc.) changes block by block, not mile by mile.

Hence, the reality of my neighborhood. Just two blocks away from multi-million-dollar waterfront homes:
1. A strip club called "Babes," whose marquee now reads "Come on in and see our STIMULUS PACKAGE!"
2. Prostitutes, both male and female, whom I recognize from my daily errands. Seriously, I should know them by name because I see them so often. And they always carry a Walgreen's bag filled with something. I'm guessing it's because they need a ploy if they get stopped by cops: "I was just walking home from Walgreen's, officer. Really."