There are these observations I’d like to share, perspectives really. They aren’t meant to direct you to some conclusion the author has intended. They’re just some of the things I’ve seen living in our hometown that cause me to really think about the different levels of life found in our neighborhoods. At each extreme end of poor and wealthy, I’d imagine finding a great deal of detachment from both perspectives.

I’m not an expert on the pains of being a business, home or land owner. I have nothing but third hand information really, never having the opportunity to afford my own house or any of those things. So please don’t think I don’t sympathize with your woes, I just haven’t reached that point in life yet I guess.

On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve had more first hand knowledge. In past years I’d have to admit collecting cans and bottles to make ends meet and going without food for more than a day at a time on a few occasions because we couldn’t. Sometimes it was because we (roommates) were bad with our money and ignorant of our responsibilities, we are young after all.